Soul Spirit Parasite

The Spirit Transmitter nodded. "You're such a sensible child, far better than that brat of mine. The Spiritual Power examination before choosing a Soul Spirit normally requires a fee, but I'll make the decision—

and waive the testing fee for you."

Nan Fusheng froze for a moment, then hurriedly said, "Thank you, sir. Thank you so much."

The Spirit Transmitter smiled and patted his head. "Come with me."

He led Nan Fusheng into a room. Unlike the ancient simplicity outside, this room was filled with a modern atmosphere, with numerous instruments placed around it.

The Spirit Transmitter gestured for Nan Fusheng to sit in a metal chair and casually asked, "Do you know why Spiritual Power needs to be tested?"

Although Nan Fusheng understood somewhat, he still chose to shake his head.

The Spirit Transmitter then explained the importance of Spiritual Power and its divisions. From low to high, Spiritual Power was divided into six major realms: Spirit Origin Realm, Spirit Connection Realm, Spiritual Sea Realm, Spiritual Abyss Realm, Spirit Domain, and the legendary Divine Origin Realm.

Something resembling a metal helmet descended from above, connected by metal arms, and covered Nan Fusheng's head.

"Don't be nervous. Relax your whole body. You may feel a slight dizziness in a moment, but that's normal. Just relax," the Spirit Transmitter instructed.

"Alright."

A faint humming sound rose. Soft white light began to shine outside the helmet, while Nan Fusheng felt a slight stimulation enter his brain.

Drawing in his own Spiritual Power, the Spirit Transmitter looked toward a Soul Guide Screen beside him. Data began to appear on the screen—

flashing rapidly.

At first, the values changed quickly. After a while, they gradually stabilized, and a hint of surprise appeared on the Spirit Transmitter's face.

After another moment, the data stopped rising and merely fluctuated within a certain range.

The instrument was switched off, and the helmet rose.

"All done."

"Very good results." The Spirit Transmitter smiled and nodded at him. "You have the best Spiritual Power of any Soul Scholar I've tested in recent years. Your Spiritual Power value is seventy-two. Remember that number. I'll issue you a test report, which you can submit directly when you attend the Intermediate Soul Master Academy."

Seeing Nan Fusheng's calm gaze, the Spirit Transmitter kindly explained, "The Spirit Origin Realm covers values from one to one hundred. Below thirty is the initial stage of the Spirit Origin Realm, thirty to sixty is the middle stage, sixty to ninety is the advanced stage, and ninety to one hundred is the peak of the Spirit Origin Realm.

At such a young age, your Spiritual Power has already reached the advanced stage of the Spirit Origin Realm. Among all the Soul Scholars I've tested, no one has had higher Spiritual Power than you.

I'm already a level twenty-eight Soul Grandmaster, yet my Spiritual Power value is only eighty-seven. Having reached the advanced stage of the Spirit Origin Realm, you'll have no problem fusing with a Century Soul Spirit."

"Now it depends on your luck."

After leaving the Spiritual Power testing room, he led Nan Fusheng directly into an adjacent room.

This room was much larger. Inside stood an enormous instrument three meters tall and six meters wide. Within it were many spherical objects roughly a foot in diameter, each emitting a faint glow. Every single one looked identical.

The Spirit Transmitter pointed at two buttons in front of the instrument. "The green button starts it, and the red button stops it. Once it stops, the Soul Spirit Ball containing the Soul Spirit you randomly draw will roll out. You can begin whenever you're ready."

The quality of a Soul Spirit would largely determine a Spirit Master's strength.

A powerful Soul Spirit could even help a Spirit Master increase their Soul Power Level after fusion. But likewise, if the Soul Spirit was too weak, the Spirit Skills it granted would also be weak. A Spirit Master could possess at most nine Spirit Skills in their lifetime, and those capable of reaching Nine Rings were exceedingly rare. Therefore, every Spirit Skill was extremely important to low-level Spirit Masters.

Even Nan Fusheng felt somewhat nervous now. After all, a good Soul Spirit could help him avoid many detours.

Nan Fusheng pressed the green button.

At once, a series of lights lit up within the machine, illuminating the Soul Spirit Balls with faint halos.

There were at least a hundred Soul Spirit Balls inside the machine, and they began circling slowly along their tracks.

Their speed was astonishingly fast, creating a dazzling blur.

The exterior of the Soul Spirit Balls completely concealed the Soul Spirits inside. Nothing could be seen with the naked eye; everything could only be left to fate.

Nan Fusheng closed his eyes and silently recited in his heart, The Soul Spirit inside that suits me best. After repeating it seven times, a flash of inspiration surfaced in his mind. Now. His right hand finally slammed down.

Bang— The rotation stopped, and a snow-white Soul Spirit Ball fell from the machine's exit, rolling into a metal box beside Nan Fusheng.

The Spirit Transmitter walked over, took out the Soul Spirit Ball, and handed it to him.

"Let's go. We'll look at it outside."

In the hall, the Spirit Transmitter brought over an oval-shaped instrument and handed it to Nan Fusheng.

"Press this button and use the instrument's light to shine

onto this Soul Spirit Ball. Your Soul Spirit will break out of its shell. The right to release it belongs to you."

He pressed the button, and a soft yellow light descended onto the Soul Spirit Ball. The ball itself also emitted a faint glow. Its originally sealed surface gradually became transparent, and the existence inside could vaguely be seen.

Just then, the light emitted by the Soul Spirit Ball turned white. A brighter ring of light flashed at its center, and the entire Soul Spirit Ball slowly opened from the middle.

Seeing the white light appear, the Spirit Transmitter said from beside him, "A Ten-Year Soul Spirit."

Nan Fusheng said nothing. He merely watched this Ten-Year Soul Spirit, which felt more suitable for him than a Century Soul Spirit through his spiritual perception.

The white light began to recede. The Soul Spirit Ball opened completely, and the Soul Spirit inside was finally revealed before him.

The Spirit Transmitter's expression changed slightly the moment he saw it.

Within the snow-white Soul Spirit Ball lay a tiny creature, quietly curled up.

It looked incredibly small, only two or three centimeters long. It was thinner than a child's finger, and its entire body was milky white.

Most people would recognize this tiny creature, because it was very common: a parasite.

The Spirit Transmitter stared blankly at the tiny worm and let out a soft sigh. Bitterly, he said, "When it rains, it pours. Child, your luck truly is..."

He actually knew the origins of the Soul Spirit before him. Artificial Soul Spirits also relied on Soul Beast genes. As Soul Beasts gradually went extinct, Soul Beast genes were continually being lost. Thus, the researchers of the Spirit Pagoda had conducted many experiments. One of them involved extracting genes from animals that were not Soul Beasts and attempting Soul Spirit production with them, to see what effects the resulting Soul Spirits might have.

The experiment had succeeded, but the facts proved that Soul Spirits made from animal genes were pitifully weak. No one would buy them.

Without question, this worm was one of the defective products he had mentioned before. And it was no ordinary defective product—it did not even possess a trace of Soul Beast genes.

This Soul Spirit had originally been an accidental creation. Among all the Soul Spirits that could possibly be drawn, it ranked dead last...

"Child, you should give up on this Soul Spirit. It's a Soul Spirit on the verge of failure. To be honest, if you hadn't drawn it, given its condition, it probably would have dissipated within the next few days. Though it has appeared in the form of a Soul Spirit, a parasite like this... sigh..."

Moved by compassion, the Spirit Transmitter could not help but warn the child before him.

"Thank you, Spirit Transmitter, but I think this is fate."

The Spirit Transmitter looked at the calm-faced child with complicated eyes. He must be hurting inside as well, yet he simply did not want to show it. What a strong child.