Picked up White Martial Soul [Lone Wolf] Fragment *1 (1/10)
Picked up Yellow Martial Soul [Blue Silver Grass] Fragment *1 (1/10)
Picked up Black Martial Soul [Haotian Hammer] Fragment *1 (1/10)
"Holy crap, I hit the jackpot!"
Even though Lu Feng had lived two lives, he couldn't help but shout out in excitement at that moment.
He had seen villagers use martial souls before. Uncle Li at the village entrance had a hoe as his martial soul, allowing him to dig twice as fast as others. Old Jack's martial soul was a carrot—Lu Feng had even eaten it once.
But he had never picked up martial soul fragments before.
"Could it be... because those villagers didn't have any soul power?" Lu Feng speculated inwardly.
"What jackpot?" Su Yuntao asked, confused.
"Ah..." Lu Feng snapped back to reality.
"Nothing. It's just a hunter's slang. Basically, it means something awesome happened."
He brushed it off casually and then placed his right hand on the crystal ball.
As Lu Feng injected soul power into the blue crystal ball, it gradually lit up. Blue light spread rapidly from the bottom, and within the blink of an eye, it filled about half the crystal ball.
"Level five soul power! It's level five soul power!"
Su Yuntao shouted excitedly as he stared at the dazzling crystal ball. "Kid, you have the potential to become a Soul Emperor!"
It was no wonder Su Yuntao was so hyped. Though the body martial soul was often recorded as weak in books and categorized as a low-tier martial soul, it was still a cut above Blue Silver Grass!
Lu Feng looked at Su Yuntao's excited expression and quietly curled his lips.
"A toxic compliment is still a compliment, huh?"
Just then, Su Yuntao grabbed Lu Feng's hand, eyes gleaming. "Kid, what's your name? Are you willing to join the Martial Soul Hall?"
As a deacon of Martial Soul Hall, Su Yuntao received five gold soul coins for every child he awakened with soul power. If he could recruit someone into the Hall, the reward increased depending on the quality of the martial soul and innate soul power.
A low-tier martial soul with innate level five soul power…
Su Yuntao quickly did the math in his head—this was going to be a nice payday.
"Oh right!"
Suddenly remembering something, Su Yuntao turned to Tang San and asked, "And you, kid—what's your name? Do you want to join the Martial Soul Hall?"
Tang San was still deep in thought about the relationship between his inner strength and soul power and barely heard the question. He casually replied, "My name is Tang San. As for joining the Martial Soul Hall, I'll have to ask my father first."
"Alright then." Su Yuntao didn't push when he saw Tang San's indirect refusal.
He turned back to Lu Feng with a hopeful expression. "So, have you made up your mind?"
Lu Feng thought for a moment and quickly made his decision.
To him, it didn't really matter which faction he joined. No matter where he went, he'd still just be a worker bee.
Collecting fragments was what truly mattered.
With his talent—innate level five soul power—he'd likely be trained as an ordinary recruit in Martial Soul Hall. There'd be no direct route to Martial Soul City or the Martial Soul Academy.
He'd be surrounded by average soul masters, meaning he'd mostly pick up yellow or even white fragments.
Better to stick with Tang San for now and leech the complete Xuan Tian Record!
"Thank you for the invitation, Master Su, but I haven't obtained a soul ring yet. Let me officially become a soul master first, then I'll consider joining." Lu Feng smiled politely.
"When that time comes, I hope you'll put in a good word for me. My name is Lu Feng—Lu as in land, Feng as in maple."
Hearing that, Su Yuntao frowned slightly. "That's how you're thinking about it? Alright, then."
Sigh... Su Yuntao sighed internally. Looks like his bonus was getting slashed.
He pulled out two blank Martial Soul Certificates from his bag and quickly filled one out, sealing it with soul power before handing it to Tang San.
Just as he picked up the second certificate and prepared to write, he paused.
"Lu Feng, what's your martial soul?"
Lu Feng thought for a second and replied, "My martial soul… just write 'body'."
Su Yuntao had guessed correctly.
Lu Feng didn't actually have a martial soul.
But he could collect fragments and synthesize martial souls, then equip them at will. Each martial soul required ten identical fragments to form.
As for why he didn't have a martial soul in the first place, Lu Feng had no idea. He didn't know if he had transmigrated as a soul or brought his entire body.
He only remembered that in his past life, he had just finished talking about ideals with his girlfriend—she was in the shower, and he was lying on the bed contemplating the mysteries of the universe.
Then, a Transformer fell from the sky.
When he opened his eyes, he had become a baby lying alone in the forest.
A hunter eventually found him and brought him home.
"Lu Feng, native of Saint Soul Village, Notting City. Martial soul: body. Innate soul power: level five."
Su Yuntao quickly filled out the certificate, stamped it with the "Martial Soul Hall Reserve" seal, sealed it with soul power, and handed it to Lu Feng.
Creak—
The old wooden door opened, and a savory scent of cooked meat wafted in. Good things always come in pairs. As Lu Feng looked at the pig head hanging in the courtyard, he felt an odd sense of comfort.
Back in his room, Lu Feng began studying the martial soul fragments.
White-grade Fragments:
[Lone Wolf] (1/10)
[Scythe] (1/10)
[Dung Fork] (1/10)
Yellow-grade Fragments:
[Blue Silver Grass] (1/10)
Black-grade Fragments:
[Haotian Hammer] (1/10)
"Just like other item types, martial souls also require ten identical fragments to be synthesized."
"Three fragments, three different grades."
Lu Feng raised his right hand, and a ball of white light appeared in his palm. A vague wolf head could be seen within.
"Although Su Yuntao wasn't mentioned in the later parts of the original novel, with his talent, reaching Soul Elder would already be impressive."
The white light faded, and a yellow glow began to rise slowly.
"Huh? I can only equip one martial soul at a time?" Lu Feng frowned slightly as he stared at the pale yellow orb in his hand.
In his ideal scenario, it would be Haotian Hammer in the left hand, Seven Kill Sword in the right. Angel and Sea God on rotation, and Nine Treasure Glazed Tile in the center!
But now...
Lu Feng curled his lips.
"Eh, who needs a bicycle anyway."
"In the original, Tang San had smooth sailing early on. But during the Soul Master Tournament, even after consuming the Water-Fire Immortal Herb, the limitations of his Blue Silver Grass martial soul became obvious."
"A yellow-grade martial soul is probably only good enough for Soul King level at best."
"Later, Tang San awakened the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, and his martial soul underwent a qualitative transformation—equal in grade to the Haotian Hammer."
Lu Feng willed the glow to change, and the orb in his palm turned a deep, black hue.
Even as just a single fragment, Lu Feng could feel a profound and heavy aura emanating from the black glow.
"No wonder it's the greatest tool-type martial soul in the world!"
Lu Feng looked at the fragment with satisfaction, itching to fuse it into his body on the spot.
Sigh "I guess I'll need to find a way to visit the Haotian Sect sometime. Even if I can't find black-grade fragments, gathering a bunch of yellow or purple Haotian Hammer shards and slowly synthesizing one would still work."
He put the fragments away, then calmed his mind and began a new round of meditation.
In cultivation, like rowing against the current—you either advance or fall behind!
Also, having more martial souls wasn't necessarily better.
Now, a new issue lay before Lu Feng:
Soul ring selection!