The Soul Baby's eyes stared at him and said, "Yes, but are you sure you want it now?"
Lin Shuhao nodded. His soul was currently just that of a yellow-skinned person. If it hadn't been for being born with the ability to manipulate the power of the soul, he'd probably still be stuck in the early stages of a Samurai's movement a year down the line. Lin Shuhao had come to fully appreciate the weakness of yellow-skinned people, deeming it the Wu Hu of Mo Long for a reason and even feeling a sense of arrogance about it. Practicing a hundred levels of alchemy was like martial arts at a turtle's pace on the docks, slow progress. Over the past few years, Lin Zida had no idea how many potions he had to consume, yet he still hadn't improved. He could only vaguely sense a bottleneck. If Lin Zida could be enhanced to a Martial Soul or even a Xuanwu Soul, his cultivation speed would greatly increase.
