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Chapter 3 - Chapter 3: Spirit Evolution, Immortal Grass

Chapter 3: Spirit Evolution, Immortal Grass.

Hoe, Fusion.

Scythe, Fusion.

Weight, Fusion.

...

Under Su Ye's sweep, most of the metal products in the house disappeared. Only the knife and iron pot used for cooking were left.

After fusing many iron tools, his spirit owl evolved again.

It became a strong hawk!

It had a sharp, triangular head, a beak like a silver hook, and a pair of vivid black gemstone eyes that exuded a deep and soul-stirring cold light.

Its body was covered in fine iron feathers, with steel and iron bones. Standing still, the majesty of this ferocious beast made people feel terrified.

"The appearance... emmm, it's not bad!"

"If it had gold energy, it would be even more perfect."

Looking at the appearance of his spirit, Su Ye felt that he was getting more and more greedy.

There was no way around it. The female character was drawn beautifully, and he couldn't not arrange orange clothes for her. That would be too disrespectful to his wife.

This iron-feathered hawk spirit was indeed very handsome, but it was a bit too strong on the outside.

The strength of a martial soul wasn't only determined by its form, but more importantly by the energy contained within it.

Iron was just the most common metal.

"First, fuse rare metals, and then find a way to get a dark gold terror claw bear. That should solve the problem of martial soul quality."

"As for soul power..."

Su Ye's eyes shifted, and a faint smirk appeared in his bright eyes.

As long as he got a soul ring, he could continue to hunt soul beasts and fuse soul rings. The energy of soul rings could be fed back to the soul master, allowing him to fuse soul rings with each other and continuously improve his soul power.

The first soul ring could be a million years?

Wonderful!!!

Su Ye slammed his palm, feeling excited just thinking about it.

"The key now is how I can quickly improve my soul power to level 10."

He touched his chin, his face a little distressed as he thought.

Integrating the soul ring directly into the martial soul?

No

This would improve the quality of the martial soul, but it wouldn't directly feed back to him.

The martial soul absorbed external energy and stored it in the body to be considered soul power.

The age limit for awakening a martial soul was six years old. Putting aside the body's endurance when the martial soul awakened, six years old was probably the best time to measure personal talent.

Obviously...

The martial soul did not absorb energy overnight.

"If there was a fairy grass..."

Su Ye's pupils shrank suddenly. Yes, the fairy grass! How could he forget about it?

He only needed one fairy grass...

Not to mention level 10!

It might even be enough to break through level 20!

"Just because I can't deal with Dugu Bo for the time being and can't get the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire doesn't mean I can't get the fairy grass."

Su Ye had already made up his mind. Bang, bang, bang

The wooden door shook violently.

Old Tom's voice came from the front of the door, "Kid, are you okay?"

"It's no big deal that you can't become a soul master. Everyone in the village has bad luck this time. You, kid, have to think more positively."

Bang, Su Ye opened the wooden door.

What caught his eye was the worried face of Old Tom, which warmed his heart.

"Don't worry, old man. I'm fine."

"Really?"

Old Tom was a little worried, and the hunter's sharp eyes looked him up and down.

After a conversation, he confirmed that Su Ye was really fine, and Old Tom's heart finally fell to the ground.

The two entered the house and sat down at the table. At a glance, Old Tom noticed the changes in the room.

He didn't care much about the worthless ironware, just thinking that Su Ye might find them useful.

After all, the latter had a lot of ideas. Ten days ago, he got out some gunpowder, and the manure pool was rumbling, causing the village to stink. Fortunately, a lot of fish were fried, and each household got a few fish, which calmed the people's resentment.

Pouring a glass of water for Old Tom, Su Ye's big eyes flickered, and he said obediently:

"Old man, you should have a lot of medicinal herbs at home, right?"

Old Tom put down the glass of water, his eyes alert and defensive. "Tell me first, what do you want to do this time?"

He often went into the mountains, so he stored a lot of medicinal herbs and also planted some in the backyard.

Tsk~

I have a criminal record, it's not easy~

Su Ye scratched his head a little embarrassed, "Well, it's not that I can't be a soul master, so I plan to do research and find another way to become a talent."

"How about this? Can you help me tell the village that I'm buying medicinal herbs, one silver soul coin for ten kilograms of medicinal herbs?"

Su Ye's eyes were burning, and he added, "Of course, if there are books on medicinal herbs, that would be even better. I can buy them at a high price."

Old Tom didn't respond immediately, muttering about a prodigal son and leaving, which made Su Ye a little embarrassed.

Soon, a seven-year-old girl with pigtails came to the yard with a backpack on her back. She was the daughter of Old Tom's third son, and her voice was a little childish.

"Brother Su Ye, Grandpa asked me to give these to you."

The backpack was put down, revealing the green medicinal herbs inside, some of which were still covered with soil and looked freshly dug.

Su Ye grinned and immediately started flipping through the herbs.

From the way Old Tom left, he knew that this request could be done. Not bad, not bad, there were really a lot of medicinal herbs.

"Sister Lian, remember to give this money to your Grandpa."

The two silver soul coins were for Old Tom, and Su Ye took out a copper soul coin and stuffed it into the little girl's pink pocket.

"Here, this copper soul coin is for you to buy candy."

Looking at the silver soul coin in Su Ye's hand, Sister Lian's face wrinkled with a sad expression.

On one side was pocket money, and on the other side was Grandpa's instructions. The little girl bit her pink lips tightly, and her embarrassed voice was almost crying.

"Brother Su Ye, Grandpa said that if you pay, let me ask you for a gold soul coin."

"He said you are stupid and have a lot of money. Anyway, you are stupid to give it to others, so why not buy me oranges?"

Su Ye's face darkened, "...".

A silver soul coin was the monthly income of a young and strong laborer in the village.

If it weren't for collecting medicinal herbs, he wouldn't have spent so much money.

Stupid? Rich?

I... (Thousands of words omitted here)

Knowing that Old Tom was reminding him to save money, Su Ye held back his anger.

After tricking the little girl away, he carried the herbs into the house.

As for the gold soul coins...

When he crossed over, he brought some modern novelties with him and asked Old Tom to sell two gold coins in the city for daily expenses.

『Three-inch leaves』: One year old, clears away heat and relieves internal heat.

『Big ear mushroom』: Regulates the body and replenishes blood; can be boiled with old hen soup, best for pregnant women.

『…』

There will be item descriptions on the fusion interface, and Su Ye took this opportunity to browse the basic information of the herbs.

They were all ordinary herbs, and their years were not high.

However, Su Ye still found a herb called 『Qingling grass』.

『Qingling grass』: One year old, replenishes qi and clears the lungs, stores a very small amount of soul power, and has little effect on soul masters.

"It's you!"

Su Ye identified the target and put all the Qingling grass aside.

Two different items are fused into the previous item.

For the same type of items, the system will synthesize a higher-level existence, just like two four-star cards will be synthesized into a five-star card.

"Synthesize." Su Ye selected two one-year-old Qingling Grass and confirmed it immediately.

Ding——

『Qingling Grass』: Ten-year-old, replenishes qi and clears the lungs, stores a small amount of soul power, and has a slight effect on low-level soul masters.

"Perfect!!"

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