"What? My soul power has suddenly increased to level fourteen!"
the zu zong exclaimed in surprise.
He had thought about it.
Not only had he accumulated soul power for more than three months, but he had also absorbed a soul ring beyond his level, so he certainly wouldn't stop at level eleven.
But he didn't expect to suddenly increase to level fourteen. This was truly an unexpected surprise!
"System, check my personal panel."
[Ding, host's personal panel has been opened]
[Ding, congratulations to the host for unlocking the personal hidden achievement, Soul Master, reward: Stealing attempts ×10]
[Host: zu zong
Gender: Male
Age: 6 years and 3 months (25 years old)
Martial Soul: Blue Silver Emperor/Sharingan
Innate Soul Power: Level 10
Soul Power Level: Level 14
Basic Strength: 200 (10 for an ordinary adult male)
System Warehouse: Kunai ×4, Clothing ×1.
Overall Evaluation: Congratulations to the host for becoming a normal person.]
Remaining Steal Attempts: 14
Hatred Points: 3500
Stealing Worlds: Douluo Continent, Naruto (The host cannot teleport due to the victim's death)
Domain: Blue Silver Domain (First Form).
Personal Achievement: Soul Master
]
"zuzong, is the zu zong still alive? Can you hear me, kid?" From afar came Blanco's shouts.
"Damn it, I completely forgot about Blanco." The zu zong slapped his forehead in annoyance.
With a leap, he jumped onto a large tree and disappeared in a few flashes, heading towards Blanco.
Blanco sat on a large rock, filled with regret. Why had he fallen asleep? A six-year-old child had disappeared in the Soul Hunting Forest, and with so many dangerous soul beasts within, his fate was likely grim.
Thinking of this, Blanklin's eyes reddened, his throat tightened, and he choked out, "Alas! ZuZong, you brat, I, Old Lin, have wronged you!"
"Chief, who have you wronged?" A small blue-silver head poked out from a nearby tree.
"Who is it?" Blanklin was already in a bad mood, and now someone had just provoked him. He couldn't stand it. Then, he recognized the voice and turned around. A boy with long blue-silver hair was hanging upside down from a tree branch. Upon closer inspection, he saw that his feet had no foothold and were completely attached to the base of the trunk.
Blanklin's eyes lit up. "Such profound soul power control skills! He can control his soul power so easily and hang upside down on the tree trunk!"
Wiping away his tears, Blanklin turned his gaze to the boy's handsome face and immediately showed a look of surprise. "ZuZong, you're still alive! I knew you were tough."
The zu zong hadn't expected that someone he had only known for less than three days would care about him so sincerely. He couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. When he went to hunt the "Mandala Serpent" alone, it was partly to test his current strength, and partly because he didn't completely trust the headmaster in front of him. Life is only once; what if the other party had malicious intentions while he was absorbing the soul ring? However, he wouldn't regret it, because he couldn't expose his twin martial souls to others yet.
Dispersing the soul power attached to his feet, zu zong did a backflip, half-crouching, and landed steadily in front of Blanklin.
"Headmaster, I'm lucky, of course I'll be alright!"
Seeing that zu zong was unharmed, Blanklin's joy turned to anger, and he slapped zu zong's head with a chop. Zu Zong
immediately cried out in pain, tears welling up in his eyes. "Ouch."
"Hmph, good that you know it hurts! Let's see if you dare to run around like that again next time." Blanklin crossed his arms over his chest and said sternly.
Blanklin: Hehe, that felt good. Who told you to see me cry like that!
zuzong: Why do elders these days all like to use hand chop attacks?
Hearing Blanklin's reprimand, Zu Zong straightened up and lowered his head, indicating his remorse.
zu zong said, "Master, I'm sorry!"
Blanklin nodded, "Hmm! It's good that you know you're wrong. Let's go, continue searching for your first spirit ring!"
First spirit ring? I already have it, but how should I tell Blanklin? Should I just tell him that a six-year-old cowherd killed a black-scaled venomous python with 560 years of cultivation?
Hey, I've got it!
Thinking of this, zu zong immediately replied, "Hehe! Master, look."
As he spoke, zu zong raised his right hand, a faint white light appeared on his skin, and then, a deep blue-black Blue Silver Emperor surged out from his palm. A clear halo rose from his feet, swirling around his body. It was a distinctive feature of a one-ring spirit master.
"A hundred-year spirit ring!" Blanklin exclaimed in surprise. Could this kid have killed a hundred-year spirit beast all by himself? If that were the case, it would be terrifying! Wouldn't that mean he was already comparable to a Soul Master? But he quickly dismissed the thought.
"zuzong, who helped you hunt for the Soul Ring?" Blanklin still believed someone had helped him; otherwise, let alone hunting the Soul Ring, the zu zong's life would probably be in danger.
"It was Grandpa Tom, whom I told you about before! Last night, I got up to use the restroom, but I got lost. Luckily, Grandpa Tom was nearby and hunted my first Soul Ring for me." The zu zong fabricated the story without batting an eye.
Blanklin looked enlightened. Thinking about it, it made sense. The zu zong was just from a small village and couldn't possibly know any other Soul Masters. Powerful Soul Masters were usually arrogant and wouldn't actively seek out a six-year-old child they didn't know.
"I see. If it's Senior Tom, then it's not surprising. By the way, kid, quickly show me your first soul skill."
After a martial soul obtains a soul ring, its skills undergo a mutation process before they are generated. Different martial souls with the same soul ring will produce completely different skills, and vice versa. Even if the age of the soul ring is different, the skills will be very different.
zu zong said, "My first soul ring was taken from a black-scaled venomous python with a cultivation of about four hundred years (off-screen voice: Hehe! I won't tell you it's five hundred and sixty years old). As I thought before, the 'Blue Silver Grass' not only inherited the black-scaled venomous python's terrifying strength, speed, and toughness, but also gained its highly venomous corrosive ability."
"First Soul Skill - Poison Dragon Entanglement"
As he spoke, zu zong used his soul power to control and release his martial soul, the Blue Silver Emperor, and unleashed the skill.
Dozens, even hundreds, of deep blue vines shimmering with black phosphorescence erupted from the grass, swiftly coiling around a tree trunk that would take two or three people to encircle. The vines spread out in a spiraling motion, covering an area of tens to hundreds of square meters; anyone within this area had no chance of escape.
In an instant, dozens of vines had tightly bound the tree.
Under the immense force of the vines, the tree trunk creaked and snapped.
Simultaneously, a layer of black scales appeared on the vines—scales inherited from the Black Scaled Serpent, extremely hard; the zu zong had even tested them with kunai beforehand, and they couldn't cut through them at all. A purple liquid flowed from the gaps in the scales; the moment the liquid touched the tree trunk, white smoke billowed from it, and everything it touched was corroded and charred.
"Bang! Bang!"
Under the combined force of immense power and the corrosive poison, the tree trunk cracked inch by inch, finally collapsing in the blink of an eye and snapping in half.
Blanklin was so shocked his jaw nearly dropped.
—You're telling me this is called a first-level soul skill? Even without using my third soul skill, I probably wouldn't have survived this attack; the corrosive poison was terrifying.
After a long while, Blanklin finally came to his senses.
"Hmm, this soul skill isn't bad. Senior Tom is indeed a master, finding you such a good soul ring."
According to his original plan, Blanklin would have said that,
but he was the headmaster; how could he lose face in front of his students? So, he pretended to be profound and said to the clan elder, "This soul skill is not bad, it has some of my style from back then, but you still need to work harder."
The zu zong rolled his eyes at Blanklin; who had just been so shocked his jaw almost dropped?
"The headmaster is right," the zu zong said, giving him a way out out of his earlier guilt.
(End of Chapter)