Three Hundred Year Spirits

The father and son arrived at the Spirit Transmitter Tower shortly after the main doors had opened.

Walking into the lobby, they were greeted by a spacious and bright front hall.

The dome was dozens of meters high, and the four walls were inlaid with huge soul tool screens, continuously playing information about various spirits.

Several people were already queuing in the hall, mostly parents with their children.

Wang Heng led his son straight to the front desk.

At the front desk stood a spirit transmitter wearing a gray robe, appearing to be in his thirties, with a delicate and handsome face.

He looked up and saw the father and son. His gaze swept over Wang Heng, then rested on Wang Zhi, who stood calmly beside him, and his expression immediately softened.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

The spirit transmitter's tone was polite.

Wang Heng took a badge from his embrace and handed it over.

It was the identity badge of a Five Ring Soul King, engraved with patterns representing the Soul King rank.

The spirit transmitter took the badge and, after carefully examining it, his expression became even more respectful.

He returned the badge with both hands, bowing slightly.

"So it's a Soul King gracing us with your presence, my apologies, my apologies."

"May I ask who this is..."

"My son, he's here to choose a spirit today."

Wang Heng waved his hand grandly, his tone bold.

"Bring over all the information on your best Hundred Year Spirits."

Seeing Wang Heng's nouveau riche demeanor, Wang Zhi felt helpless.

Honestly, he felt so awkward.

But perhaps because the Douluo Continent respected strength above all else, or perhaps because this was the general atmosphere of the Douluo Continent, the spirit transmitter's expression became even more respectful.

The spirit transmitter's tone grew gentler, and a perfectly appropriate smile graced his face.

"Certainly, please wait a moment."

"You can wait in the lounge over there for now, and I'll organize the information for you immediately."

He gestured towards a passage on the side of the hall.

Wang Heng nodded and led his son towards the lounge.

All Spirit Transmitter Towers basically have many unwritten rules.

Especially those who bring their children to choose Soul Spirits.

If their parents are just Mortals, dressed ordinarily, with ordinary temperaments, the Spirit Transmitters will basically have either a proud or indifferent expression.

Because they know that these people cannot afford good Soul Spirits and can only buy the worst, lowest quality defective products.

The quality of a Soul Spirit will determine a person's future.

They don't have to worry about a situation where things change drastically.

Because children from ordinary families lose at the starting line from the beginning.

But for someone like Wang Zhi, whose Father is a Five Ring Soul King.

Not only do they have a dedicated lounge and don't have to wait in line in the hall.

But a Spirit Transmitter will also speak gently, explaining the differences between various Soul Spirits and their effects on the Soul Master.

This is reality.

The lounge was not large, but it was elegantly furnished.

A soft sofa, an exquisite coffee table, and several paintings depicting Soul Beasts hung on the wall.

A few green plants were placed by the window, adding some vitality to the space.

As soon as the father and son sat down, a waiter knocked and entered, serving two cups of hot tea.

The tea fragrance wafted.

A moment later, the Spirit Transmitter knocked and entered, holding a Soul Tool Tablet in his hand.

He sat down on the opposite sofa, his attitude respectful.

"Your Excellency Soul King, Young Master, before I screen Soul Spirits for you, I need to understand the Young Master's Martial Soul situation."

"Different Martial Souls are suitable for different Soul Spirits to achieve the greatest effect."

Wang Heng looked at his son.

Wang Zhi nodded and spoke.

"My Martial Soul is Summoning Style."

He didn't say much, nor did he explain the form of his Martial Soul in detail.

Summoning Style?

The Spirit Transmitter was slightly stunned, then nodded.

Summoning Style Martial Souls were indeed rare, but not unheard of.

Soul Masters with this type of Martial Soul usually chose Soul Spirits that leaned towards support or amplification, primarily to enhance the Strength of their Summons.

"Okay, I understand."

"Please wait a moment, I will screen suitable Soul Spirits for you."

The Spirit Transmitter stood up, bowed slightly, and exited the Lounge.

The door closed.

The Lounge fell silent.

Wang Heng looked at his Son, his gaze falling on Wang Zhi's face, lost in thought.

Just now, when Wang Zhi said "Summoning Style," his tone was calm, but he used the word "is," not "might be" or "should be."

This meant...

Wang Heng's gaze changed drastically, becoming bright. He suddenly sat up straight, his tone filled with excitement.

"Xiao Zhi, are you...?!"

Wang Zhi nodded slightly, a smile appearing on his face.

"Dad, my Martial Soul underwent a Secondary Mutation last night."

"I am now a Summoning Style Soul Master, just like you."

He didn't say much, but this sentence was enough.

Wang Heng froze for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"You truly are my Wang Heng's Son!"

His laughter echoed in the Lounge, filled with undisguised joy.

As he laughed, Wang Heng's eyes turned slightly red.

Heaven knew how difficult these past three years had been for him.

He watched Wang Zhi become increasingly silent, and his heart felt heavy.

After all, Wang Zhi was only nine years old, an age of youthful spirit, lively and active.

But because of his Martial Soul, he had become taciturn, disinclined to speak, and didn't play much with children his age.

Although Wang Zhi had always been more mature than his peers, Wang Heng couldn't help but think of the worst.

Now, he was finally relieved.

His Martial Soul had undergone a Secondary Mutation, and in a good direction.

What could be happier than this?

Of course, if Wang Zhi knew what Wang Heng thought of him, he would surely complain inwardly.

His quietness had nothing to do with his Martial Soul.

It was simply because his soul was that of an adult, with a psychological age in his twenties, and he had nothing to talk about with a bunch of brats.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

The Spirit Transmitter pushed the door open, still holding the Soul Tool Tablet, but this time the tablet had already displayed the information.

He sat down on the sofa and placed the tablet on the coffee table, gently sliding the screen.

"Soul King Your Excellency, Young Master, based on the Young Master's Martial Soul type, I have selected three of the most suitable Hundred Year Spirits for you."

"Please take a look."

He turned the tablet towards the father and son.

The screen displayed the information of the first Spirit.

"First, the Hundred Year Phantom Butterfly."

"A Spirit of the mental attribute, skilled at creating illusions and interfering with enemies."

"If this Spirit is fused, the Young Master will gain a Phantom Skill, and his Spiritual Power will also increase by a certain margin."

He paused and slid the screen.

"Second, the Hundred Year Shadow Cat."

"A Spirit of the agility attribute, skilled at stealth and surprise attacks."

"If this Spirit is fused, the Young Master will gain a Stealth Skill, and his speed attribute will greatly increase."

Swipe again.

"Third item, Hundred Year Netherlight Grass."

"A Spirit Attribute Plant Type Soul Beast, extremely rare."

"Its characteristic is that it can continuously nourish Spiritual Power, and in the long run, it will be of great help to the growth of Spiritual Power."

"If this Soul Spirit is fused, Young Master can obtain a Spirit Amplification Skill, and at the same time, the growth speed of Spiritual Power will be slightly improved."