Spirit Origin Realm Peak

He raised his head and looked at Wang Zhi.

"These three are the Hundred Year Spirits in our Spirit Pagoda's current stock that are best suited to Summoning Style Soul Masters."

"Among them, the Hundred Year Netherlight Grass is the rarest, and its price is correspondingly high."

"Would you like me to explain the pros and cons of each one in detail?"

Wang Zhi looked at the three Soul Spirits on the screen, his gaze lingering on the third.

Hundred Year Netherlight Grass.

Mental Attribute.

It could nourish Spiritual Power and increase the rate at which it grew.

That was exactly what he needed.

The number and strength of the Shadow Soldiers he could summon were directly tied to his Spiritual Power.

Soul Power could be raised gradually, but Spiritual Power was the core of his combat strength.

He didn't want to miss any opportunity to increase it.

As for Soul Skills...

They were secondary.

Even if the Soul Skill itself wasn't powerful, as long as his Spiritual Power was high enough, he could summon enough Shadow Soldiers to overwhelm his opponents all the same.

"This one."

Wang Zhi pointed at the Glow Grass on the screen, his tone resolute.

The Spirit Transmitter paused in surprise, then looked toward Wang Heng.

Wang Heng looked at his son to confirm.

"You've decided?"

Wang Zhi nodded.

Wang Heng didn't ask anything more and turned to the Spirit Transmitter.

"We'll take this one. How much?"

The Spirit Transmitter drew a deep breath, his tone growing even more respectful.

"Lord Soul King, the Hundred Year Netherlight Grass is rare and has a Mental Attribute, so it's certainly not cheap."

"It costs five million Federal Currency."

Five million.

Even the Spirit Transmitter thought the figure sounded daunting as he said it.

Hundred Year Spirits usually sold for around one million, and even the better ones only went for two million.

Five million was nearly the equivalent of fifty or sixty years of income for an ordinary family.

He looked at Wang Heng, waiting for his reaction.

Yet Wang Heng didn't even blink.

"We'll buy it."

He immediately took a black Soul Guide Card from his pocket and handed it over.

It was a high-tier VIP Card from the Federal Bank, with a deposit limit of at least ten million.

The Spirit Transmitter accepted it with both hands, his smile growing brighter.

"Of course, Lord Soul King, Young Master. Please wait a moment while I take care of the paperwork."

Soon, the Glow Grass Soul Spirit was brought over.

It was a ball of light about the size of a fist, sealed inside a specially made Soul Spirit Container.

The light was pale green and gave off a gentle glow. Within it, the faint shape of a small blade of grass could be seen, its slender leaves edged with a dim, ghostly light.

"Young Master, please come with me."

A Spirit Transmitter in a white robe entered the lounge and spoke respectfully to Wang Zhi.

"Before you fuse with a Soul Spirit, we need to test your Spiritual Power to determine its current level. That will make it easier for us to observe the effects of the fusion afterward."

Wang Zhi nodded and stood up.

Wang Heng patted his son on the shoulder.

"Go ahead. I'll wait here."

The Spirit Transmitter led Wang Zhi down a long corridor to a metal door.

The door opened automatically, revealing an extremely modern room.

It wasn't large, measuring about thirty square meters. All four walls were made of silvery-white metal, inset with various Soul Guide Screens and indicator lights.

At the center of the room stood a strangely shaped Metal Chair. It had a tall back and armrests covered in intricate patterns.

"Please sit."

The Spirit Transmitter gestured.

Wang Zhi walked over and sat down on the Metal Chair.

The Spirit Transmitter went to the control panel at the side and rapidly tapped the Soul Guide Screen.

A faint hum sounded, and the room's lights dimmed.

The next moment, a Metal Helmet slowly descended from behind the chair and settled precisely onto Wang Zhi's head.

The helmet was somewhat heavy. A soft lining on the inside pressed against his temples, its touch cool against both sides of his head.

Then the hum grew louder. A gentle white light flickered on the helmet.

The Spirit Transmitter looked at the Soul Guide Screen beside him as data began to appear.

At first, it showed zero, then quickly climbed.

Ten... twenty... thirty...

The numbers rose rapidly, barely pausing.

Forty... fifty... sixty...

The Spirit Transmitter's expression began to change. His smile gradually froze, replaced by concentration and astonishment.

Seventy... eighty... ninety...

The data continued to rise.

The Spirit Transmitter's mouth fell open, his eyes wide as he stared at the numbers flashing across the screen.

Ninety-one... ninety-two... ninety-three...

Ninety-five... ninety-seven... ninety-nine...

At last, the number stopped.

One hundred.

On the screen, the bright red "100" flickered faintly. Beneath it was a line of small text: Spirit Origin Realm Peak.

Then the hum stopped. The white light on the helmet dimmed, and it slowly rose back into place.

The room's lights brightened again.

But the Spirit Transmitter remained rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the number on the screen.

"One hundred..."

"One hundred!"

He abruptly turned toward Wang Zhi, who had risen from the chair, his face alight with incredulous excitement.

"Young Master, your Spiritual Power is actually a full one hundred!"

"Spirit Origin Realm Peak!"

"You're a genius among geniuses!"

His voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"I've heard that only Soul Masters with top-tier Spirit Martial Souls can reach this value at the age of nine!"

"And even then, they have to have focused on cultivating their Spiritual Power from a young age!"

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together, looking at Wang Zhi as if he were a rare treasure.

After his initial surprise, Wang Zhi quickly regained his composure.

After all, even when he was a Soul Warrior, he had been able to summon five Shadow Soldiers at the Soul Master level.

That meant his Spiritual Power had already been high.

Now, while this result hadn't been exactly what he expected, it wasn't entirely unexpected either.

"Thank you."

Wang Zhi replied calmly, his tone barely changing.

Seeing how composed Wang Zhi was, the Spirit Transmitter felt a rush of emotion.

As expected of a young genius!

He stayed calm even when faced with something momentous!

Other children would have jumped for joy if they learned their Spiritual Power was this high. Yet this Young Master acted as if nothing had happened.

Such composure—perhaps he could become a Titled Douluo one day!

At the thought, the Spirit Transmitter's expression grew even warmer, almost obsequious.

"Young Master, please come with me. We'll head to the Fusion Chamber now."

He bowed slightly and gestured for Wang Zhi to follow.

The Fusion Chamber was located on a higher floor of the Spirit Pagoda.

Unlike the testing room, it was quieter and more solemn.

The room was circular, with a high domed ceiling. Dense arrays of magical patterns were inscribed on the surrounding walls, glowing with a faint golden light.

At the center of the room stood a circular Soul Guiding Platform. Complex designs were carved into its surface, and a recess in the very middle was just the right size for the Soul Spirit Container.