Soul Spirit Parasite

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

I'll waive the fee for your Spiritual Power test."

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 antiquated exterior, this room was filled with a modern atmosphere, with many instruments arranged inside.

The Spirit Transmitter gestured for Nan Fusheng to sit in a metal chair and casually asked, "Do you know why we need to test your Spiritual Power?"

Though Nan Fusheng knew a little about it, he still chose to shake his head.

The Spirit Transmitter then explained the importance of Spiritual Power and its classifications. From low to high, Spiritual Power was divided into six major levels: 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 to mechanical arms, and covered Nan Fusheng's head.

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

"Okay."

A faint humming sound rose. Soft white light began to glow around the helmet, while Nan Fusheng felt a slight tingling sensation enter his Brain.

As he began to restrain his own Spiritual Power, the Spirit Transmitter looked toward a nearby Soul Guide Screen, where data began

to flicker.

The values fluctuated rapidly at first. After a while, the data gradually stabilized, and a hint of surprise appeared on the Spirit Transmitter's face.

After some time, the data stopped rising and merely fluctuated within a fixed range.

The instrument was shut off, and the helmet rose.

"All done."

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

Seeing the calm look in Nan Fusheng's eyes, the Spirit Transmitter kindly explained, "The Spirit Origin Realm has a value range of one to one hundred. Below thirty is the initial stage, thirty to sixty is the middle stage, sixty to ninety is the high stage, and ninety to one hundred is the peak of the Spirit Origin Realm.

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

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

"Now it depends on your luck."

After leaving the room where they had tested his Spiritual Power, he led Nan Fusheng directly into an adjacent room.

This room was much larger. Inside stood a massive machine three meters tall and six meters wide. Within it were many spherical objects about a foot in diameter, each emitting a faint glow. Every one of them looked identical.

The Spirit Transmitter pointed to two buttons in front of the machine. "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 the strength of a Soul Master.

A powerful Soul Spirit could even help a Soul 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 Soul Master could possess no more than nine Spirit Skills in their lifetime, and those who could reach nine rings were simply too rare. Thus, to low-level Soul Masters, every Spirit Skill was immensely important.

Even Nan Fusheng felt somewhat nervous now. After all, a good Soul Spirit could also save him from taking many detours.

Nan Fusheng pressed the green button.

At once, a string of lights lit up inside the machine, casting faint halos over the Soul Spirit Balls.

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

Their speed was incredibly fast, making them dizzying to watch.

The surface 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, The Soul Spirit inside that is best suited to me. After repeating it seven times, a flash of inspiration surfaced in his heart. Now. His right hand finally came down hard.

Bang— The rotation stopped. A pure white Soul Spirit Ball fell from the machine's exit and rolled 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 examine it outside."

When they arrived in the hall, the Spirit Transmitter brought over an oval instrument and handed it to Nan Fusheng.

"Press this button and shine the instrument's light

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 beam descended onto the Soul Spirit Ball. The ball itself also emitted a faint glow. Its previously sealed surface gradually turned transparent, and the presence 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, the Spirit Transmitter said from beside him, "A ten-year Soul Spirit."

Nan Fusheng said nothing. He merely looked at this ten-year Soul Spirit, which his spiritual senses told him was more suitable for him than a Century Soul Spirit.

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

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

Inside the pure white Soul Spirit Ball, a tiny creature lay quietly curled up.

It was incredibly small, only around two or three centimeters long, thinner than a child's finger, and entirely milky white.

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

The Spirit Transmitter stared blankly at the tiny worm, then sighed softly and said bitterly, "When it rains, it pours. Child, your luck really is..."

He truly knew the origins of the Soul Spirit before him. Artificial Soul Spirits also had to rely on Soul Beast genes. As Soul Beasts gradually went extinct, Soul Beast genes were constantly being lost. Thus, the researchers at 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 at all.

Without a doubt, this worm was the defective product he had mentioned earlier. And it was no ordinary defective product—it did not even contain the slightest trace of Soul Beast genes.

This Soul Spirit had originally been an accidental byproduct. 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 that's close to failure. To be honest, if you hadn't drawn it, judging by its condition, it probably would have dissipated within the next few days. Though it appeared in the form of a Soul Spirit, a parasite like this... sigh."

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

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

The Spirit Transmitter looked at the calm-faced child with complicated emotions. He must have been devastated inside, yet he did not want to show it. What a strong child.