Ciudad espiritual
Dentro de una sala de espera encontramos dos ocupantes. Un joven de apariencia sencilla, pero con ojos de un azul hipnótico, como si mirar las estrellas no fuera suficiente en comparación; y una persona que poseía una belleza tan desconcertante que, a primera vista, era imposible distinguir si era hombre o mujer.
Estas figuras eran Ju Douluo y nuestro protagonista, que están sentados uno frente al otro con una mesa entre ellos y un pequeño libro encima.
El pequeño libro mostraba el envejecimiento de los años, tenía manchas de tinta y barro que desprendían un amargo olor a hierbas; se titulaba 25 usos de la hierba azul plateada para la vida diaria.
With calmness and elegance, Ju Douluo, with his hand as white and clean as jade, took the book after thinking for a long time.
"After considering what is written in this manual…. With my experience and knowledge, I have come to verify that 12 of the 25 methods are feasible, although I have never studied the blue silver grass in depth, I do know some with similar properties that I have come to know and use.
Taking one as an example, number 3 of your manual where it says: The blue silver grass, by extracting its roots, grinding the roots and compressing its juice, gives an ointment capable of healing skin wounds and curing burns. I compare it with a medicinal plant called water lotus, which by grinding the roots also treats skin burns and to a lesser extent physical wounds.
Both are medicinal herbs and when they reach 10 years they become spirit beasts; the blue silver grass is found in any place that human has touched and the water lotus you can find in any place that contains water.
And although I want to continue explaining and reasoning about the content of this manual, now we have to talk about the reason behind why you called me and showed me this… I don't think you just want us to compare knowledge."
When he finished speaking we looked into each other's eyes, he with curiosity and scrutiny while I returned the gaze calmly.
Breaking his gaze, I lower mine toward my hand and begin to speak. "In order to understand the course of my actions, we have to talk about my martial soul," I say while opening my right hand, showing my martial soul.
The characteristic light of the summoning of martial souls appears and from the light emerges a white-covered book with the name Knowledge written on it. The moment Ju Douluo caught sight of my martial soul, he raised an eyebrow with a greater curiosity.
Resuming my unfinished explanation, I continue speaking where I left off. "My martial soul is a blank book and with an innate spirit power of level three; if you have knowledge about book-type martial souls, you will understand that these have a common pattern among them all."
Ju Douluo, already taking into account my thread of thought, spoke instead of me: "All book-type martial souls have an established direction in them and a person only has to follow that route at the moment of placing spirit rings to improve their martial soul; also all book-type martial souls have an innate power of level 0 if they are wasted or common martial souls, and those of higher quality have an innate level of 5 or 7."
(Here I have no idea about book-type martial souls, but from what I have read in novels and fanfics, these martial souls always have a fixed type of attribute or some type of action such as attacking or storing things in the martial soul book.)
"So what would be the specialty that your martial soul has? From what I can feel from you, you have the cultivation of a spirit master and by your features you are at least 12 years old now."
Upon hearing that question I had been waiting for, my mouth reveals a smile. "My martial soul has the capacity to grow by filling it with knowledge and understanding this knowledge," I say while releasing my martial soul completely.
Ju Douluo raised the corner of his mouth at the presence of the release of my martial soul, but soon he cannot remain seated due to the surprise and stands up abruptly. His force upon standing was so much that it broke the seat he was in.
Seeing how his composure broke, my smile becomes larger and I also stand up from my seat and begin to speak to the stunned Titled Douluo. "Let me present myself again properly, my name is Feng and my martial soul is the book of knowledge with level 29." I finish speaking and see how Ju Douluo's gaze is not on me, but on the spirit rings I carry.
Yellow and purple.