Features, Chlorophyll

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

After arriving at his side, she bowed slightly and said, "Young Master, dinner is ready. Madam is urging you to come eat."

"Alright, I'll go now."

Qing Mu set Bulbasaur down and headed with it to the banquet hall inside the castle.

His parents had already arrived. After the customary pre-dinner etiquette, Qing Mu immediately cut off a piece of steak, put it into his mouth, and began savoring it.

Then 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 some?"

Seeing Qing Mu's actions, Qing Tianfeng and Xu Yao exchanged a glance, both amusement visible 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?"

"Yes, son. Even if your Bulbasaur possesses intelligence, it probably can't do something like that," Xu Yao said with a smile.

Yet what happened next left them utterly stunned.

After looking around, Bulbasaur extended a vine, swiftly grabbed an apple, brought it to its mouth, and began taking 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 lived up to his role as the head of the family. After being shocked for a moment, he immediately instructed the servants to bring more fruit and place it before Bulbasaur.

Bulbasaur's eyes naturally lit up at the sight, and it began eating heartily.

"Mu'er, there's something we want to ask your opinion on."

As dinner drew to a close, 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 a Junior Soul Master Academy? We can teach you the basics ourselves, so theoretically, you don't have to attend one. But there are many children your age at the academy. You could make friends and build connections."

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

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

Qing Tianfeng smiled.

The teachers at Junior Soul Master Academies were generally only Soul Grandmasters, and most had little actual combat experience. Naturally, Qing Tianfeng did not believe they could teach better than he and his wife.

He had raised the matter mainly because he wanted Qing Mu to spend time with children his own age. But since Qing Mu was unwilling, they would not force him.

In Qing Mu's room, Qing Mu withdrew Bulbasaur and began meditating for the first time.

Douluo Continent did not yet have meditation methods in the true sense. So-called meditation simply relied on a Martial Soul's instinct to absorb the free energy in the surroundings. The factors determining meditation efficiency were the strength of one's Martial Soul and Innate Soul Power.

A Mimic Training Ground increased the concentration and compatibility of surrounding energy, making it easier for Spirit 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.

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

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

After a night of meditation, Qing Mu felt utterly exhausted. It was clear just how draining meditation cultivation was on the mind.

That was with Qing Mu being a transmigrator whose soul was naturally stronger than ordinary people's. For an ordinary person to achieve what he had, they would probably need to become a Soul Grandmaster first.

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

When one could not devote more time to cultivation, as long as those children from noble 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. It seems I need to find a Mimic Training Ground suitable for Bulbasaur. Otherwise, this is a little too slow."

A top-tier Mimic Training Ground could increase cultivation speed by fifty percent. However, given the Qing family's current wealth, they certainly could not build one. Only major powers and wealthy high-level Soul Master Academies had the means to do that.

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

However, Qing Mu was not in a hurry about this. He was not one of those commoner protagonists. As long as his request was reasonable, 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.

Yet the moment he stepped outside, Qing Mu sensed that something was wrong. His speed seemed much faster than before.

But he had not used Soul Power to enhance his body.

Wait! Could it be...

Qing Mu suddenly thought of a possibility and immediately summoned Bulbasaur.

At once, Qing Mu saw that under the sunlight, the seed on Bulbasaur's back appeared full of vitality, with faint specks of light seemingly radiating from it.

At the same time, Qing Mu sensed a wondrous change occurring within his body.

"Bulba~"

Seeing Qing Mu staring blankly, Bulbasaur tugged at his pant leg with its little claw, seemingly worried about him.

Feeling the movement at his leg, Qing Mu snapped out of his shock and smiled at Bulbasaur. "Bulbasaur, how about we race to that stone pavilion and see who gets there first?"

"Bulba, bulba~"

Bulbasaur nodded slightly. Then, at Qing Mu's command, it ran toward the distant stone pavilion alongside him.

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, who had lost, was not the least bit disappointed, because the race had confirmed something for him.

Bulbasaur possessed the rare Hidden Ability: Chlorophyll!