The Golden Soul Core's Great Tribulation

Lin had already handed over the five Golden Soul Cores. He felt so wronged.

Lin was a transmigrator. He held the five Golden Soul Cores in his hand, feeling like a complete fool.

Tang San: "Hmph, you damned bastard, you dare to trick me? Even if you searched the entire Douluo Continent, you wouldn't find it! You want to die, don't you?!"

Lin was speechless towards Tang San. He was truly a damned bastard. He had no choice but to endure it, as he couldn't afford to offend Tang San right now.

Lin had transmigrated. He originally thought he could live a comfortable life by relying on Tang San, but he never expected to transmigrate into the beautiful world of Douluo Continent.

To find Douluo Continent, he had sold everything he owned, even his Ring. He had even sold the five Golden Soul Cores.

He was just short of selling his own house.

Alas, how truly bitter it was.

He touched the Ring on his hand. It was the last gift left by his father. He treasured it. It was his last treasure.

He had even sold the greatsword left by his father.

Every time he thought of this, Lin couldn't help but curse Tang San.

Lin looked at the Sword that was still covered in gold powder, then at his own broken and tattered appearance. They were truly incompatible.

It was truly a feeling of having a death wish.

"Five Golden Soul Cores, traded for Hui Hui's location." The beggar scattered the beggar's clothes and rags on the ground.

Lin was very displeased in his heart, but he still handed over the five Golden Soul Cores that he had painstakingly collected for his Sword.

"Good intentions, good intentions, my Douluo Continent! Damn Tang San, you owe me!"

After handing over the cores, Hui Hui's brand appeared, and Level 9 was on the top.

Level 9? It was actually Level 9. His innate Soul Power was Level 9.

Lin was ecstatic.

He had been feeling depressed for a long time. He had finally reached Level 9.

"Level 9! It's time to find Douluo Continent."

As soon as he returned to himself, Lin hurried to the entrance.

The master of Douluo Continent didn't even glance at Hui Hui. He stretched out his finger and pointed at the Douluo Continent's Spirit Ball.

Lin also had a guess. He walked up to the Spirit Ball, placed his hand on it, and the Spirit Ball shone brightly. A surge of power flowed into Lin's right palm.

Next, a ball of flame appeared on Lin's right palm.

"Cold!" Lin could feel the coldness.

There was no trace of heat at all.

"Ball of flame? It's like a ball of ice and fire. Lin's mind was filled with a thought of self-deprecation."

Lin felt that his body had a trace of Soul Power that had not yet appeared. He waited for it to appear, and then he would be able to escape the host's control.

"Innate Soul Power!" The host shouted excitedly. His face was full of joy.

"This time, I've found an innate Soul Power."

Suddenly, the bright Spirit Ball instantly dimmed, as if it had absorbed something.

The host's face was full of confusion. He thought he had found the innate Soul Power, but he didn't expect it to be only a trace of innate Three-elemental <<Soul Power.

"Innate Three-elemental <<Soul Power."

The host clapped his hands. The Soul Power was not even bright.

Lin was shocked. He didn't expect that he was actually a dish.

After retracting his Soul Power, Hui Hui quickly turned around and walked towards home.

When he returned home, his house was empty. Only a bed was left. There was not even a chair.

He sat on the bed and Hui Hui couldn't wait to release his Soul Power.

Clang!

That ball of dark red flame appeared again, shimmering and without any trace of heat.

"My father's Soul Power is actually not hot. His Soul Power is crimson."

"I've counted it wrong."

Lin was confused and walked out. He didn't feel anything unusual. Was it his Soul Power that was counted wrong?

Fortunately, it wasn't Tang San's Spirit Ring. Otherwise, he would have suffered.

After retracting his Soul Power, Hui Hui felt that there was a trace of Soul Power that had not appeared. He waited for it to appear, and then he would be attacked by the host.

Thinking of this, Lin couldn't help but look at Hui Hui's Spirit Ring.

At that moment, a silhouette exactly like Lin's was projected out.

"What... what Soul Power is this? My Soul Power, ah!"

Damn it, Hui Hui regretted it. The Soul Power of the silhouette merged with Hui Hui. Lin couldn't figure it out at all.

Lin felt his height had increased by a few percent, and an indescribable aura emanated from him. "Old man, you're going to the workshop to polish the workbench. Tang San is also here, the eighth son of the Moon family."

At this moment, Lin also knew that his future was to become a strong martial artist, and martial arts were everything to him.

A super strong martial artist, as long as he cultivated well, would be an invincible existence.

Lin smiled at the sea breeze, feeling extremely happy. He was so excited, cultivating martial arts, it was too awesome, too awesome.

"Old man, did you get tired? Are you going to replenish your spirit energy?"

Lin touched his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face.

In the next moment, he started to pack his bags. It seemed like this was the most important thing on him, and he couldn't afford to neglect it. He had found a place to cultivate martial arts, and he could go to school.

Thinking about it, Lin felt a surge of emotion. Going to school wasn't something to be taken lightly. Sigh, he had to think about it. Tang San, I'll go to school early.

When he grew up, he would definitely bury Tang San in the backyard of the Fighting Grand Hall. He had to think about it.

He took a deep breath, put away his martial arts, and sat back on the bed. "You haven't finished packing yet?"

A voice with a hint of annoyance echoed through the room. "Okay, I'm coming."

Lin jumped off the bed and walked towards the door. The whole house only had one bed left, and it was still visible. Damn it, even a person could be seen through. Lin was a little annoyed. Suddenly, a faint aura spread, and Lin instinctively smeared it. He looked at his hand, Lin subconsciously blurted out, "You... you can't be packing anymore?" If it was as he thought, then he had grown up.

The old man wearing the Ring didn't know if he was from the Thousand generation or the Tang generation, or if he was from the Fighting Grand Hall.

"Little brat!"

A shout of "Little brat!" echoed, and the faint mist gradually spread, filling the entire room. The mist was dense, and Lin didn't dare to open his eyes. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. The mist dissipated, and a figure that was as clear as a human walked out, directly appearing in front of Lin's eyes.

Lin jumped off the bed in shock. "Damn it, scare me to death." Because of this shock, Lin's eyes suddenly opened, and he saw the person in the mist. No, this person looked very familiar, like Tang San. He rubbed his eyes again, Lin confirmed. This person was exactly who he was looking for. He could appear wherever he wanted. In the next moment, Lin blurted out, "You... you are Lao Yao?"

Lao Yao smiled and stroked his beard. He was also thinking about how Lin had grown up so much, and he didn't know what was so special about Lin's growth. Why did he care about him?

(PS: Seeking collection, seeking collection, seeking collection)