Soul Spirit Parasite

The Spirit Transfer Master nodded. "You're such a sensible child, far better than that brat of mine. Normally, the spiritual power test before choosing a Soul Spirit requires a fee, but I'll make the decision—

—I'll waive the testing fee for you."

Nan Fusheng froze for a moment, then hurriedly said, "Thank you, sir. Thank you so much."

The Spirit Transfer Master smiled and patted his head. "Come with me."

He led Nan Fusheng into a room. Unlike the antique atmosphere outside, this room was filled with modern touches, with numerous instruments arranged throughout.

The Spirit Transfer Master gestured for Nan Fusheng to sit in a metal chair and casually asked, "Do you know why we need to test your spiritual power?"

Although Nan Fusheng knew a little about it, he still chose to shake his head.

The Spirit Transfer Master then explained the importance of spiritual power and its classifications. From low to high, spiritual power was divided into six major realms: Spirit Origin Realm, Spirit Connection Realm, Spirit Sea Realm, Spirit Abyss Realm, Spirit Domain Realm, and the legendary Divine Origin Realm.

Something resembling a metal helmet descended from above, connected by a mechanical arm, and covered Nan Fusheng's head.

"Don't be nervous. Relax your entire body. In a moment, you may feel slightly dizzy. That's normal. Just relax," the Spirit Transfer Master instructed.

"Okay."

A faint humming sound rang out. A gentle white glow began shining around the helmet, while Nan Fusheng felt a slight stimulating sensation entering his Brain.

The Spirit Transfer Master began restraining his own spiritual power and looked toward a Soul Guidance Screen beside him. Data began appearing on the screen.

At first, the values fluctuated rapidly. After a while, they gradually stabilized. A hint of surprise appeared on the Spirit Transfer Master's face as well.

After some time, the data stopped rising and merely fluctuated within a certain range.

The machine shut down, and the helmet rose.

"All right."

"Very good data." The Spirit Transfer Master smiled and nodded at him. "You have the best spiritual power of any Soul Master I've tested in recent years. Your spiritual power value is seventy-two. Remember that number. I'll issue you a test report, which you can submit directly when you attend the Intermediate Soul Master Academy."

Seeing Nan Fusheng's calm gaze, the Spirit Transfer Master kindly explained, "Spirit Origin Realm spiritual power ranges from one to one hundred. Below thirty is the initial stage of the Spirit Origin Realm; thirty to sixty is the middle stage; sixty to ninety is the high stage; and ninety to one hundred is the peak of the Spirit Origin Realm.

At such a young age, your spiritual power has already reached the high stage of the Spirit Origin Realm. Among all the Soul Masters I've tested, no one has had higher spiritual power than you.

I'm already a rank-twenty-eight Soul Grandmaster, yet my spiritual power value is only eighty-seven. Having reached the high stage of the Spirit Origin Realm, you'll have no problem fusing with a hundred-year yellow Soul Spirit."

"Next, it'll depend on your luck."

After leaving the spiritual power testing room, he led Nan Fusheng directly into an adjacent room.

This room was much larger. Inside stood a massive machine three meters tall and six meters wide. Within it were many spherical objects about a foot in diameter, each emitting a faint glow. Every one of them looked exactly the same.

The Spirit Transfer Master pointed at two buttons in front of the machine. "The green button starts it, and the red button stops it. Once it stops, the Soul Spirit Ball containing the Soul Spirit you randomly draw will roll out. You may begin when you're ready."

The quality of a Soul Spirit would largely determine a Soul Master's strength.

After fusion, a powerful Soul Spirit could even help a Soul Master raise their Soul Power Level. But likewise, if a Soul Spirit was too weak, the Soul Skills it granted would also be weak. A Soul Master could possess no more than nine Soul Skills in their lifetime, and those who could reach nine rings were truly rare. Therefore, every Soul Skill was extremely important to low-level Soul Masters.

Even Nan Fusheng felt a little nervous now. After all, a good Soul Spirit could help him avoid many detours.

Nan Fusheng pressed the green button.

Immediately, a series of lights lit up inside the machine, casting faint halos around the Soul Spirit Balls.

There were at least a hundred Soul Spirit Balls in the machine, and they began slowly circling along their tracks.

Their speed was also incredibly fast, dazzling the eye.

The outer shells of the Soul Spirit Balls completely concealed the Soul Spirits within. Nothing could be seen with the naked eye; everything could only be left to fate.

Nan Fusheng closed his eyes and silently recited, The Soul Spirit inside that suits me best. After repeating it seven times, a flash of inspiration arose in his heart. Now. His right hand finally slammed down.

Bang— The rotation stopped. A pristine white Soul Spirit Ball fell from the machine's exit and rolled into a metal box beside Nan Fusheng.

The Spirit Transfer Master walked over, took out the Soul Spirit Ball, and handed it to him.

"Come on. Let's go outside and take a look."

Once they arrived in the main hall, the Spirit Transfer Master brought over an oval-shaped device and handed it to Nan Fusheng.

"Press this button and shine the device's light onto the Soul Spirit Ball. Your Soul Spirit will then break out of its shell. The right to release the Soul Spirit belongs to you."

He pressed the button, and a gentle yellow light descended onto the Soul Spirit Ball. The ball itself began emitting a faint glow as well. Its once-sealed shell gradually became transparent, and the thing inside could vaguely be seen.

Just then, the light emitted by the Soul Spirit Ball turned white. A ring of brighter light flashed at its center, and the entire Soul Spirit Ball slowly opened from the middle.

Seeing the white light appear, the Spirit Transfer Master said from the side, "A ten-year Soul Spirit."

Nan Fusheng did not say a word. He merely looked at this ten-year Soul Spirit, which his spiritual perception told him was more suitable for him than a hundred-year Soul Spirit.

The white light began to fade, and the Soul Spirit Ball fully opened. The Soul Spirit inside was finally revealed before him.

The moment he saw it, the Spirit Transfer Master's expression changed slightly.

Inside the pristine white Soul Spirit Ball lay a tiny creature, quietly curled up.

It was incredibly small, only around two or three centimeters long, thinner than a child's finger, and entirely milky white.

Most people would recognize this tiny creature because it was so common: a parasite.

The Spirit Transfer Master stared blankly at the tiny Bug for a moment, then sighed bitterly. "When it rains, it pours. Child, your luck really is..."

He truly knew the origin of the Soul Spirit before him. Artificial Soul Spirits also relied on Soul Beast genes. As Soul Beasts gradually went extinct, Soul Beast genes were continuously being lost as well. Thus, the researchers of the Spirit Pagoda had conducted many experiments. One of them involved extracting genes from animals that were not Soul Beasts and attempting Soul Spirit

Production with them, to see what effects the resulting Soul Spirits might have.

The experiment had succeeded, but it proved that Soul Spirits made from animal genes were pitifully weak. No one would buy them at all.

Without a doubt, this Bug was the defective product he had mentioned earlier. Moreover, it was no ordinary defective product—it did not even contain a trace of Soul Beast genes.

This Soul Spirit had originally been an accidental creation. Among all the Soul Spirits that could possibly be drawn, it ranked dead last...

"Child, you should give up on this Soul Spirit. It's a Soul Spirit that is close to failure. To be honest, if you hadn't drawn it, given its condition, it would probably dissipate within the next few days. Though it has appeared in the form of a Soul Spirit, something like a parasite... sigh."

Out of pity, the Spirit Transfer Master could not help but remind the child before him.

"Thank you, Lord Spirit Transfer Master, but I think this is fate."

The Spirit Transfer Master looked at the calm-faced child with a complicated expression. He must be hurting inside too, yet he did not want to show it. What a strong child.