Ten Blank Masks

It was a mask.

Completely blank, without any patterns or facial features, like a blank piece of white paper yet to be drawn upon.

At this moment, the mask floated behind him, emitting a faint fluorescence.

Then, a second one appeared, a third, a fourth...

One after another, blank masks emerged from behind him, neatly arranged and suspended in mid-air.

Until there were ten.

Ten blank masks floated silently behind Wang Zhi, forming an arc around him.

Wang Zhi was stunned.

He looked at the ten blank masks, his mind going blank.

What kind of Martial Soul was this?

He had never seen it in any book.

And the Teacher from Shrek Outer Court, whose eyes had been indifferent, now showed a trace of bewilderment.

He had presided over awakening ceremonies for many years, having seen no less than eight thousand Martial Souls. From the most common Sickle Hoe to rare Main Body Martial Souls, and even those mutated into bizarre shapes, he had seen them all.

But he had never encountered this situation.

Ten masks?

And all of them blank?

He frowned slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

It seemed to be a powerful Martial Soul. Martial Souls of this form were usually not simple.

As long as his Innate Soul Power was good, he could consider giving Wang Zhi a Quota to join Shrek Academy.

After all, Shrek wanted Monsters, and this unheard-of Martial Soul suited his Appetite.

Meanwhile, Wang Zhi also looked at his awakened Martial Soul with a bewildered expression.

Ten blank masks.

Had his Martial Soul mutated?

Was it for the better or for the worse?

He subconsciously looked at the Teacher, noticing the trace of confusion in the other's eyes.

In that instant, Wang Zhi's heart skipped a beat.

He knew clearly that this Teacher also didn't know about the existence of his Martial Soul.

This made Wang Zhi incredibly nervous.

Shrek might have many problems, but Shrek's foundation was truly solid.

For twenty thousand years, this academy had accumulated countless knowledge about Martial Souls, encompassing almost all known Martial Soul types.

If even the people at Shrek didn't know what his Martial Soul was...

What should he do?

How should he cultivate?

How could he improve himself?

An unknown Martial Soul often meant an unknown cultivation path.

Without the experience of predecessors to draw upon, and without a mature system to follow, everything would have to be figured out on his own.

And figuring things out...

Often meant taking detours, or even the wrong path.

Just as Wang Zhi's thoughts were in turmoil, the Teacher put away the playful glint in his eyes and took out a crystal ball the size of a fist from his embrace.

The crystal ball was completely transparent, with a faint mist flowing within.

"Place your hand on it."

The Teacher's voice returned to its previous indifference.

Wang Zhi took a step forward and placed his right hand on the crystal ball.

The next moment, the crystal ball lit up.

A soft light emanated from within the sphere, faint at first, then gradually growing brighter.

Within the light, a mist seemed to rise, slowly ascending.

The Teacher stared at the height of the mist, his gaze calm.

After a few breaths, the light faded.

"Innate Soul Power, level three."

His tone was flat, but the disappointment was almost undisguised.

Three?

You should know that the potential of a martial soul is usually linked to its innate soul power.

The higher the innate soul power, the higher the quality of the martial soul and the better the cultivation talent.

Innate full soul power is the extreme, Innate Level Eight Nine is a genius, Innate Level Five Six is ordinary, Innate Level Three...

And Wang Zhi's innate soul power is only Level Three.

This means that the quality of his martial soul cannot be very high.

Therefore, no matter how intimidating those ten masks looked, they were ultimately just a low-grade martial soul.

The teacher directly extinguished the idea of recruiting Wang Zhi into Shrek.

Ordinary children like him were not worthy of joining Shrek.

After all, Shrek Academy only recruited monsters.

They did not recruit ordinary children.

"Alright, you can leave now."

The teacher waved his hand, his tone devoid of any interest. He didn't even bother to look at Wang Zhi again.

He turned around and walked towards the door, preparing to call the next child in.

Wang Zhi stood in place, watching the ten blank masks slowly dissipate into the air.

He remained silent.

Then he turned and walked towards the door.

Pushing open the heavy door, the noise outside rushed towards him.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling. Wang Zhi squinted his eyes and saw his father standing not far away, looking at him with anticipation.

He didn't speak, just walked over.

Seeing Wang Zhi's appearance, Wang Heng's heart skipped a beat. He quickly stepped forward, crouched down, placed his hands on his son's shoulders, and said comfortingly.

"Xiao Zhi, don't worry. Even if you awakened your Mom's Mysterious Wood Spear martial soul, it's not bad."

"With Dad here, I'll get you a Hundred Year Spirit. You'll still be as strong as anyone then."

His tone was gentle and firm, trying to instill confidence in his son this way.

Wang Zhi shook his head and said softly.

"Dad, I don't know how to tell you this right now. My Martial Soul has mutated, but I don't know if it's a mutation for the better or for the worse."

He looked up at his father.

Wang Heng finally understood why Wang Zhi looked the way he did.

Indeed, a Martial Soul mutation, while having a chance to become a top-tier Martial Soul and turn things around, more often resulted in a Martial Soul much worse than the inherited one.

It was considered fortunate if the Martial Soul's quality remained unchanged.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Don't the teachers at Shrek Academy know about your mutated Martial Soul?"

Wang Zhi nodded.

Wang Heng sighed inwardly.

If even the teachers at Shrek Academy didn't know what kind of Martial Soul this was, then it was truly troublesome.

But at this moment, he couldn't show any negative emotions in front of his son. Instead, his expression became even gentler.

He reached out, pulled Wang Zhi into his embrace, and comforted him softly.

"Xiao Zhi, no matter which direction your Martial Soul has mutated, don't give up on yourself."

"Dad will support you."

Wang Zhi was suddenly hugged by his father and froze.

He wasn't giving up on himself.

He was silent because he was thinking and planning for his future development.

After all, as long as one had Soul Power, they could become a Soul Master.

Even if his Martial Soul was truly bad, he could still take the path of a Soul Master.

For example, becoming a Mecha Master.

He had the soul of an adult, having lived two lives. How could he give up on himself over such a small matter?

Suddenly, Wang Zhi put on a helpless expression.

"Dad, you're overthinking it."

"You know what kind of person your son is. It's not that big of a deal."

He gently broke free from his Father's embrace, shrugging.

Hearing Wang Zhi say this, Wang Heng also realized he had misunderstood.

He quickly let go, unsure where to put his hands, gesturing twice in the air before letting out a dry laugh.

"I knew it!"

"My son, Wang Heng's son, how could he be defeated by such a small matter!"

"Let's go! We're going home!"

"Your Mom made a big meal today, specially to celebrate your Martial Soul awakening!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, took his son's hand, and walked towards home.

Wang Zhi followed behind his Father, looking at his Father's broad back, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

In his past life, he was an orphan, accustomed to relying on himself.

He had forgotten that in this life, he didn't have to rely on himself alone.

He still had a family that loved him.