My Martial Soul is Black Earth?

The golden light around Xiao Ze had now turned black.

Even Xiao Ze himself had no idea what had happened, but he felt it was a good thing.

Maybe he could possess soul power.

The black radiance gave off tiny points of light as dazzling as starlight, which entered Xiao Ze's body.

Xiao Ze only felt a wave of comfort.

Even his mind had become much clearer.

And his right palm felt itchy.

Unable to resist, Xiao Ze opened his right hand. A clump of black soil lay there.

That was right, soil.

"What kind of martial soul is this?" Su Yuntao froze for a moment.

It was his first time seeing a martial soul of this kind—"soil."

Xiao Ze was somewhat dumbfounded. His martial soul was actually black soil?

Or rather, Black Earth?

So-called Black Earth was soil with an extremely high humus content.

For example, the black soil of Northeast China in his previous life had formed from lush meadow and grassland vegetation decomposing and accumulating over time into a thick layer of humus, creating fertile black topsoil.

Xiao Ze could sense that his martial soul was Black Earth.

This was downright ridiculous!

Whose martial soul would be land?

He had farmed his entire life in his previous life, and after coming to Douluo Continent, he still had to farm?

Xiao Ze was utterly numb.

Still, he reined in his emotions. At the very least, he had to see whether he possessed soul power.

"Child, what exactly is your martial soul?" Su Yuntao asked curiously.

"Uh... farmland." Xiao Ze could barely bring himself to say it.

"Huh?" Su Yuntao was stunned again. "Say that again."

"Farmland for growing crops."

"There's actually a martial soul like that?" It was Su Yuntao's first time hearing of one.

"Does this count as a Beast Soul or a Weapon Soul?"

"A Weapon Soul... I suppose."

Xiao Ze was not sure.

"Come on, let's test your soul power."

Xiao Ze took a deep breath and placed his hand on the blue crystal ball.

Suddenly, points of light appeared.

Xiao Ze was delighted. There was light—he had soul power!

No matter how much soul power he had, at least he could become a soul master.

The light continued to grow brighter until it ended five seconds later.

"Not bad. Innate Level 2 Spirit Power. You can cultivate."

Su Yuntao let out a slight sigh of relief. At least the child he had taken a liking to possessed soul power.

"Child, would you like to join Spirit Hall?"

Su Yuntao invited him.

Although Innate Level 2 Spirit Power was not much, it was still quite decent. How many soul masters were there in all of Douluo Continent?

Besides, perhaps he would encounter some fortunate opportunity in the future.

"Lord Soul Master, forget it. With my Innate Soul Power, I probably shouldn't join Spirit Hall."

"That's fine too. When the time comes, study hard at the academy. Perhaps you might still become a powerful soul master."

Of course, Su Yuntao was merely comforting Xiao Ze.

With Innate Level 2 Spirit Power, without some great opportunity in this lifetime, reaching Soul Elder would already be quite impressive.

Everyone left Spirit Hall.

The Village Chief came over. "My lord, does he have soul power?"

"He does. This one even has Innate Level 2 Spirit Power."

Su Yuntao patted Xiao Ze on the head.

"That's wonderful! Xiao Ze, your family will finally produce a soul master as well." The Village Chief was delighted.

To the village chief, the level of one's innate Soul Power was not important.

Having Soul Power was enough.

"All right, I still need to go to the next village."

"Goodbye, Lord Soul Master."

Su Yuntao looked at the village chief, who clearly had no intention of seeing him off, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Your village was really practical. If someone was useful, you invited them in; if not, you ignored them.

Su Yuntao shook his head and continued on to the next village to awaken Martial Souls.

"Xiao Ze, our village still has several work-study student slots. You can head to Nuoding Academy in two months."

"Okay, Village Chief. Grandpa Village Chief, my family's land..."

"Don't worry. The land will still belong to your family, but someone else will need to cultivate it for the time being. Still, rest assured—I'll make the decision to reserve forty percent of the soul coins for you."

"Thank you, Grandpa Village Chief."

"You brat..." The village chief rubbed Xiao Ze's head.

He had a feeling that Qingxi Village might one day change its name because of him.

After returning home, Xiao Ze looked at the Black Earth in his hand, utterly bewildered. He had no idea what use his Martial Soul could possibly have.

Could it be that he could summon earth to bury people alive?

Still, at least he had Soul Power. Once he cultivated to level ten, he would find out.

"There are still two months before I leave for the academy. I can't waste those two months."

"But unlike Tang San, I don't have a cultivation method. I can't cultivate."

Xiao Ze frowned. He could not possibly waste these two months doing nothing.

Nor could he figure out anything about his Martial Soul.

After pondering for a moment, "Since Tang San could cultivate using the cultivation method he brought from his past life, what about me?"

Xiao Ze carefully searched through the memories in his mind, looking for cultivation methods.

After searching for a while, a strange expression appeared on Xiao Ze's face.

"Could this cultivation method work?"

Xiao Ze felt helpless. After thinking for so long, he had only come up with one book—Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica. Most importantly, it was a cultivation method DeepSeek had created itself.

Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica, also known as Classic of Materia Medica or Ben Jing, was one of the four great classics of traditional Chinese medicine.

But Xiao Ze found DeepSeek quite interesting, so he had it transform Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica into a cultivation method.

"Should I give it a try?"

Xiao Ze decided to try it. He did not plan on farming during this period anyway, so he had plenty of time. Even if it did not work, he could still train his body.

To cultivate the Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica, one first had to choose a location—preferably somewhere lush with vegetation, quiet, and secluded.

For example, beside a mountain stream; an herb garden would also be excellent.

Stay away from noise and sense the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth.

Xiao Ze felt that if this cultivation method truly worked, it would suit his Martial Soul perfectly.

Soul Masters needed Mimicry Training Grounds to cultivate.

And what could the training ground for his Black Earth be?

Naturally, farmland!

Xiao Ze glanced at his fairly comfortable home and headed outside.

"Xiao Ze, congratulations! You'll become a Soul Master soon."

When some villagers saw Xiao Ze, they immediately came up to congratulate him.

Of course, most of them were genuinely congratulating him.

A small number hoped that once Xiao Ze became a Soul Master, he would help them.

Xiao Ze accepted all their goodwill.

There were basically no ill-intentioned people in Qingxi Village.

It was a very suitable place to retire.

Qingxi Village had a vast expanse of farmland, with each household owning roughly two or three mu.

Xiao Ze arrived upstream of the small creek.

This place was close to the Forest at the edge of the village. The air was fresh, and few people came here to play. Most of the visitors were animals that came out of the Forest.

Although Soul Beasts were everywhere on the Douluo Continent, there was no shortage of ordinary animals either.

Otherwise, what would Ordinary People eat?

Xiao Ze relaxed every muscle in his body and sat cross-legged on the grass. A babbling brook flowed beside him, and beyond it stretched a vast field of golden wheat, beautiful beyond words.

Xiao Ze kept his back straight, slightly tucked in his chin, gently closed his eyes, pressed his tongue against his upper palate, and breathed evenly.

He cast aside all distracting thoughts, gradually calming his mind as though he had merged with the surrounding nature.

He felt the breeze rustling the leaves, the chirping insects and singing birds, steadying his spirit in preparation to sense Spiritual Energy.

The fresh scent of grass and the rich fragrance of wheat... filled his nose and mouth.

"Hundred herbs and living spirits, brimming with spiritual energy. My heart seeks the Dao, perceiving their essence."

"Medicinal energy enters the body, nourishing the Dantian. The heavenly cycle turns, and qi and blood flow freely."

"The myriad herbs of heaven and earth share the same roots as I. Spiritual power returns as one, and all laws lead to godhood."