After that day of Martial Soul Awakening, Ling Mo waited a month in the village, and finally Ultraman returned with good news.
"Xiao Mo! Are you home? Come out quick, good news…"
"What is it so early in the morning…"
Extremely displeased, he climbed down from the small tree house, and upon seeing Ultraman's face, Ling Mo was almost scared to death.
"Damn, Village Chief Grandpa! What happened to you, how did you end up with a bruised and swollen face? Did you fall into a manure pit?"
A month ago, Ultraman told Ling Mo that he was going to arrange a place for Ling Mo to attend school; the nearby villages shared one work-study student slot.
Unlike Holy Soul Village which could exclusively have one, so… to compete for this slot, the village chiefs from several villages truly showed their supernatural abilities like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.
Just yesterday, Ultraman personally went to negotiate with the other side; the three big shots fought at the village entrance, and in the end, Ultraman won with a slight advantage, thus leaving him covered in injuries.
Luckily, the village chiefs from the nearby villages were all too old to walk properly, otherwise Ultraman really couldn't have won; to fight for this opportunity for Ling Mo to attend school, he really went all out.
"You brat, how do you talk! You didn't see it, for the sake of fighting for your school opportunity, I beat up everyone from the nearby villages, dominating all directions, so majestic and mighty…"
Ultraman's smug look made him look especially punchable!
"Yo, Village Chief Grandpa is so domineering…"
Hearing this, Ling Mo immediately felt admiration; he was half a step into the coffin, yet still able to fight with others, truly impressive.
"Cough cough! We'll talk about these things later. I'm here to tell you, tomorrow pack your things and come with me to the city to attend school…"
Ultraman was old and weak, and after a fierce battle, his body couldn't take it; to avoid losing face in front of Ling Mo, he threw down those words and slunk away first.
What a stubborn old fellow! Clearly beaten half to death, yet still bragging.
After Ultraman left, Ling Mo didn't return to the small tree house but instead started his daily routine of swindling and deception.
Over this month, he had preliminarily understood the characteristics of his Martial Soul; it was an incredibly powerful Martial Soul, Ling Mo could hardly believe it.
To think there was such a Martial Soul in the world; through this month's exploration and research, Ling Mo discovered that his Martial Soul could copy any opponent's, as well as all Martial Souls and Soul Skills within nearby sight, and so on, infinitely.
For example, if your opponent was Tang San, then… you could directly steal his Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer; Ling Mo could use all his Soul Skills.
And even more importantly, besides copying Martial Souls, Ling Mo could copy all supernatural abilities on Tang San's body.
Like Mysterious Jade Hand, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Hidden Weapon Techniques, and so on.
Hidden Weapons might be a bit tricky, because Ling Mo didn't know how to refine them, so this supernatural ability seemed useless to him.
The biggest characteristic of Ling Mo's Martial Soul was that Everything Can Be Stolen…
How to put it simply: even a stone, Ling Mo could steal; what to steal from it? Need I ask? Just steal its sturdy defense.
For instance, before, when Ling Mo stole that chicken's supernatural ability, he couldn't help but cluck like a chicken, crowing like a rooster.
"Hey, kid! What are you eating?"
"Hello, Brother Mo!"
Walking to the village entrance, Ling Mo spotted a group of kids playing by the river from afar; right now, early in the morning with an empty stomach, Ling Mo immediately started his daily swindling and deception.
"Yo, grilled fish?"
Walking closer, Ling Mo saw this kid groping for fish in the river, while a few kids in the big banyan tree were grilling fish.
Seeing those fresh fish slowly getting charred, Ling Mo felt heartbroken.
"This isn't how you grill fish! You gotta do it like this, move aside, I'll teach you…"
While speaking, Ling Mo had already started; ignoring the astonished looks from the kids nearby, he showed off his supernatural ability and began grilling the fish.
"Wow, Brother Mo is so awesome, he even knows how to grill fish…"
"Yeah yeah! There's nothing in the world Brother Mo doesn't know…"
The clueless kids had no idea that Ling Mo was there to mooch food and drink.
"Tch, that's nothing! Just a few fish, even if it's chicken or duck! As long as you can get it, I'll grill it for you…"
Just eating fish might not fill him up, so Ling Mo immediately had another idea.
And so, he made a small suggestion, and some kids fell for it. Ling Mo swore he was just saying it casually and didn't really like eating chicken.
"Really?"
"Brother Mo is too awesome!"
"Wait, I'll go get you a chicken…"
Saying that, some kids had already started running home; it looked like he was going to steal his family's chicken.
These little kids had no idea about the wickedness of human nature; they all wanted to witness Ling Mo's skills, without considering the consequences.
"Damn you little spendthrift, dumbly getting tricked every day, last time stealing eggs, this time directly stealing a chicken, I'll beat you to death you stinking brat…"
Sure enough, soon sounds of chaos with chickens flying and dogs jumping came from there, mixed with a kid's wailing.
Things exposed, knowing it was bad, Ling Mo bolted, "I have something to do, I'm off first! Talk later…"
After saying that, he directly picked up a few grilled fish and ran, leaving the group of kids at a loss.
Things like this were too common in Rice Fragrance Village, happening basically every day.
Starting from age one, Ling Mo did this every day, turning the whole village into chaos with chickens flying and dogs jumping, smoke and fumes everywhere; everyone was used to it!
"Useless for anything but screwing things up, can't even get one chicken, sigh… worthless!"
Feeling indignant, Ling Mo hadn't had meat for a long time; thinking chicken was off the table, he'd make do with some fish to satisfy the craving!
After eating the fish, Ling Mo didn't plan to go back to sleep but headed straight to the opposite mountaintop, where he came basically every day.
Because Tang San was on the mountain; every day before dawn, that kid appeared on the mountaintop, cultivating year after year, day after day.
To clearly feel the gap between himself and Tang San, Ling Mo came almost every day to secretly watch the kid cultivate.
Today by chance, just as he went up the mountain, he saw Tang San sitting alone by the mountain edge cultivating.
"Good grief! So diligent, with this kind of persistence, it's hard not to succeed…"
Ling Mo couldn't help but sigh; it was Tang San's effort that forged his future success.
He really didn't know how those transmigrators did it; any random one crossing over could surpass Tang San, why?
Tang San had Tang Sect cultivation techniques, hidden weapons, etc., plus his year-after-year, day-after-day effort, leading to such great improvement.
Those people? Eating, drinking, playing, chasing girls all day, yet somehow better than Tang San? What were they thinking, dreaming?
But fair enough, after all, they were transmigrators; most had golden fingers, cheats! Not impossible…
Ling Mo also had a cheat, his Martial Soul! With this Martial Soul, he feared no top Martial Soul, because no matter how powerful the opponent's Martial Soul was, it would become Ling Mo's Martial Soul.
"Hey, Tang San! Let's have a one-on-one duel…"
This time, Ling Mo didn't plan to keep peeking but walked up openly.
Because tomorrow they were going to Nuoding Academy and would soon be classmates; Ling Mo wanted to see just how strong Tang San was and build a good relationship first.
After all, he was the Son of the Plane, right? Getting along well was sure to pay off.
This sudden loud shout startled Tang San badly; he was practicing Mysterious Heaven Skill when suddenly discovered, how could he not panic?
You know, Mysterious Heaven Skill was Tang San's biggest secret, not even told to his dad, let alone others.
To be honest, Ling Mo really admired those transmigrators; how did they swindle these secrets out of Tang San, just because they were handsome?