Traits, Chlorophyll

Just as Qing Mu's heart surged with excitement, a maid walked toward him.

After arriving at Qing Mu's side, she gave a slight bow and said, "Young Master, dinner is ready. Madam has asked you to come and eat."

"Alright, I'll be right there."

Qing Mu set Bulbasaur down and headed to the castle's banquet hall together with it.

By then, Qing Mu's parents had also arrived. After the pre-dinner etiquette, Qing Mu immediately cut off a piece of steak, put it into his mouth, and began savoring it.

At that moment, Qing Mu suddenly thought of something. Could Bulbasaur eat food?

He promptly picked Bulbasaur up from the floor, placed it on his lap, and pointed at the dinner before him. "Bulbasaur, do you want to eat?"

Seeing Qing Mu's actions, Qing Tianfeng and Xu Yao exchanged a glance, both amusement evident in their eyes.

Qing Tianfeng even chuckled. "My silly son, how could a martial soul possibly eat? Wouldn't that make it no different from a Soul Beast?"

"That's right, son. Even if your Bulbasaur has intelligence, I imagine it can't do something like that," Xu Yao agreed with a smile.

Yet what happened next left them utterly dumbfounded.

After looking around, Bulbasaur extended a vine, swiftly grabbed an apple, brought it to its mouth, and began eating it in huge bites.

"A martial soul actually ate food!"

Xu Yao covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes full of confusion.

A martial soul eating was simply unheard of!

Qing Tianfeng truly deserved to be the head of the household. After being stunned for a moment, he immediately instructed the servants to bring more fruit and place it before Bulbasaur.

Bulbasaur's eyes naturally lit up at this, and it began devouring the fruit.

"Mu'er, there's something we'd like to ask your opinion about."

As dinner neared its end, Qing Tianfeng suddenly spoke.

Qing Mu looked at Qing Tianfeng and asked tentatively, "Is it about school?"

"That's right!"

Qing Tianfeng nodded. "Do you want to attend the Junior Soul Master Academy? We can teach you the basic knowledge ourselves, and theoretically, you don't need to attend the Junior Soul Master Academy. But there are many children your age at the academy. You can make friends with them and build connections."

Upon hearing this, Qing Mu pondered for a moment before shaking his head. "Dad, forget it. I won't attend the Junior Soul Master Academy. I believe your teaching will be better than theirs. When the time comes, I'll go straight to the Intermediate Soul Master Academy."

"Since that's your decision, Mu'er, then as your parents, we naturally support it."

Qing Tianfeng smiled.

The teachers at the Junior Soul Master Academy were generally only Soul Grandmasters, and most of them had little actual combat experience. Qing Tianfeng naturally did not think they could teach better than he and his wife.

The main reason he had raised the question was because he wanted Qing Mu to interact with children his own age. But since Qing Mu was unwilling, they naturally would not force him.

Back in his room, Qing Mu recalled Bulbasaur and began his first meditation session.

The Douluo Continent did not yet have meditation techniques in the true sense. So-called meditation relied on a martial soul's instincts to absorb the ambient energy in the surroundings, while meditation efficiency was determined by the strength of one's martial soul and Innate Soul Power.

As for a Mimic Training Ground, it increased the density of the surrounding energy and its compatibility, making it easier for Soul Masters to absorb and thereby achieving twice the result with half the effort.

The next morning, an orange-red sun rose over the horizon, and Qing Mu ended his meditation.

"Whew... I didn't expect meditation to consume so much mental energy. No wonder Soul Masters don't make a habit of cultivating through the entire night."

Qing Mu let out a long breath and rubbed his temples.

A night of meditation had left Qing Mu extremely exhausted, demonstrating just how mentally taxing meditation cultivation was.

This was even with Qing Mu being a transmigrator whose soul had been stronger than ordinary people's from birth. If an ordinary person wanted to achieve Qing Mu's level, they would probably have to become a Soul Grandmaster first.

But through this experience, Qing Mu had also seen a cruel reality of the Douluo Continent.

When one could not spend more time cultivating, as long as those children from powerful families were not complete Gong Pigs who did not cultivate at all, ordinary people could almost never change their fate through hard work alone.

Because unless you were someone like Qing Mu, born with an exceptionally powerful soul, you did not even have the qualifications to work hard!

Qing Mu then frowned. "At my current cultivation speed, it'll probably take around two years to reach level ten. Looks like I need to find a Mimic Training Ground suited to Bulbasaur. Otherwise, this speed is a little too slow."

A top-tier Mimic Training Ground could increase cultivation speed by fifty percent. However, with Qing Mu's family's current wealth, they definitely could not build one. That was something only major powers and wealthy higher-level Soul Master academies could afford.

Thus, Qing Mu only had two choices. He could either cultivate on the grass in his family's garden and make use of his mother Xu Yao's basic Mimic Training Ground, or he could go into the wilderness to find a place suitable for Bulbasaur to cultivate.

However, Qing Mu was not in any hurry. He was not one of those commoner protagonists. As long as he made a reasonable request, Qing Tianfeng and Xu Yao would naturally arrange everything for him.

After getting up and finishing breakfast, Qing Mu left the castle and headed toward the garden lawn.

However, the moment he stepped outside, Qing Mu noticed something was wrong. His speed seemed to be much faster than before.

But he had not used soul power to enhance his body.

Wait! Could it be...

A possibility suddenly came to Qing Mu, and he immediately summoned Bulbasaur.

At once, Qing Mu saw a remarkable sight. Under the sunlight, the seed on Bulbasaur's back appeared brimming with vitality, with faint specks of light even radiating from it.

At the same time, Qing Mu sensed a wonderful change taking place in his body.

"Da Na~"

Seeing Qing Mu lost in thought, Bulbasaur tugged at his pant leg with its little claw, seeming worried about him.

Feeling the movement against his leg, Qing Mu snapped out of his shock and said to Bulbasaur with a smile, "Bulbasaur, how about we race to see who gets to that stone pavilion first?"

"Da Na, Da Na~"

Bulbasaur nodded slightly. Then, at Qing Mu's command, it ran with him toward the stone pavilion in the distance.

Although they started at the same time, Bulbasaur was clearly much faster than Qing Mu. As expected, Bulbasaur ultimately won the race.

Yet Qing Mu showed no disappointment at losing, because the race had confirmed something for him.

Bulbasaur's ability was the rare Hidden Ability—Chlorophyll!