An Ambitious Little Turtle

"Master, I'm finally out."

Chen Yu froze, staring blankly at the turtle above his head.

It took him a while to recover. He pointed at Little Turtle. "Y-You can talk?"

His voice was filled with disbelief. He had never heard of anyone's Martial Soul being able to speak.

Even in his previous life, he had only seen such things in fanfiction...

Wait, could his Martial Soul be another transmigrator?

"Master, you're overthinking it." Little Turtle rolled its eyes and spoke helplessly.

Chen Yu's eyes widened. "You can know what I'm thinking?"

Little Turtle closed its eyes. It was merely a Martial Soul—was its master really this unreliable? Couldn't he at least sense it carefully first?

"Master, calm down first."

"Sense it carefully. You can know what I'm thinking too. And since you're my master, you can actively block me out."

At the same time, the Live Stream Room was anything but peaceful.

Xiao Yan: This turtle is way too black. Other than its eyes and teeth, every part of its body is completely black.

Chen Yu: You're the black one. Your whole family is black.

Chen Yu: What does me being black have to do with you? It's not like I ate your rice.

Ye Fan: You're Little Turtle? You can actually use Brother Chen's chat account?

Chen Yu: Martial Souls are connected to the soul. You country bumpkins don't need to make such a fuss.

Everyone...

Yan Lingji: Little Turtle, you've got some nerve! You actually dared to insult us.

Xiao Yan: I want turtle soup. I hear it's very nourishing.

Ye Fan: Agreed.

Huang Rong: Agreed +1

Lu Xueqi: Agreed +2

Yan Lingji: Little Turtle, you're dead. Even your master can't save you.

Having calmed down, Chen Yu carefully sensed his Martial Soul.

It would have been better if he had not. The moment he did, he nearly coughed up blood. This thing had thoroughly maxed out its hatred value.

Little Turtle had just descended from the air, unaware that its master had discovered the trouble it was causing. It was still running wild in the Live Stream Room.

Chen Yu: Tch, a bunch of country bumpkins. You want to eat me? Better see whether you've got what it takes first.

Chen Yu: If you're unhappy about it, come find me. I'll give you both hands.

Chen Yu could not bear to watch anymore and roared, "Shut up!"

My lifelong reputation!

Why did I have to awaken something like this?

Although Chen Yu was furious, he was also carefully examining his Martial Soul.

Just as Xiao Yan had said, it was pitch-black all over. Chen Yu's hand unconsciously landed on its shell. A chill spread through him, making him a little more clearheaded.

"Little friend, your Martial Soul is truly remarkable."

Zhang Sanfeng's voice came from nearby, his praise for Chen Yu's Martial Soul undisguised.

"I also have to thank you for your help, True Man."

He had to remember this favor. Otherwise, who knew when his second Martial Soul would have awakened? If it had been delayed too long, whether it could awaken at all would have become a question.

"Little friend, there is no need to be so polite."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and smiled.

Little Turtle crawled to Chen Yu's feet and looked up at him. "Master, summon your other Martial Soul and take a look. I also transferred some of the energy I absorbed to it. It should have changed."

Chen Yu summoned his bow and arrow. The rust on it had vanished, and both the bow and the arrows were glossy black.

Chen Yu frantically complained inwardly, Why are both Martial Souls black?

Chen Yu had not blocked Little Turtle out, so it naturally heard his inner complaint.

Suddenly, Chen Yu turned his gaze toward Little Turtle. "You said earlier that you transferred energy to it. Could you be the reason it's so black?"

"How could that be? Master, you're overthinking it."

"Maybe it was black to begin with."

It was not taking the blame for this.

"Forget it, I won't dwell on the color." He had only asked casually. Even if Little Turtle had caused it, he would not do anything to it.

Zhang Sanfeng walked over to Chen Yu. "Little friend, this old Daoist feels that your Martial Souls are far from ordinary. Just looking at them gives this old Daoist a feeling of dreadful danger."

Before Chen Yu could say anything, Little Turtle excitedly said, "Old man, you've got good eyes. Lord Turtle is a Soul-Devouring Turtle, capable of swallowing heaven and devouring earth. Lord Turtle will look after you in the future."

Chen Yu only wanted to cover his face and run away. "Shut up! Do not be disrespectful to the True Man."

"The True Man, please don't lower yourself to its level." As he spoke, he gave Little Turtle a kick.

"Master, I'm telling the truth. I'll definitely become an invincible existence across all the heavens and worlds."

"Then I'll catch some fairy maidens and holy maidens to serve you tea, pour your water, and warm your bed. I'll make sure Master is served comfortably."

"Then they'll give birth to a bunch of little masters, and I'll take care of them..."

Chen Yu truly could not stand this thing any longer. With a thought, he recalled it into his body.

If he let Little Turtle continue, he might as well throw his face away.

If he had known his second Martial Soul would be something like this, he would rather not have awakened it.

"True Man, thank you for your help. I'll repay your points in a few days."

"I just remembered that I have something to deal with at home, so I'll be leaving first."

Without waiting for Zhang Sanfeng to reply, he communicated with the Chat Group and left. He was too embarrassed to stay any longer.

Little Turtle was far too ambitious. He could barely handle it and had to go back and educate it properly.

Besides, if powerful and bad-tempered big shots joined the group in the future, Little Turtle's mouth would be a disaster. He was worried.

Chen Yu had left, but the live stream had not ended. The people in the Live Stream Room did not know what to say. With a turtle like that, life would certainly never lack excitement.

Douluo Continent.

After returning home, Chen Yu immediately summoned Little Turtle and stared at it with an unfriendly expression.

As though it could not feel Chen Yu's gaze, Little Turtle crawled around on its own. "Home is still the most comfortable."

Chen Yu did not refute it. After all, it was his Martial Soul. His home counted as its home too.

"Come here. Tell me about your abilities."

Little Turtle scampered over eagerly. "Master, my abilities are very strong. My ability is devouring. In theory, I can devour all things. But I'm still too weak right now, so I can't devour everything."

"There's a special space inside me. The energy I devour can be stored there, and Master can refine and absorb the energy within that space."

After Little Turtle finished speaking, Chen Yu nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad. Go out and get to work now!"

Little Turtle looked at Chen Yu in confusion. "Master, what work?"

Chen Yu looked at Little Turtle with a half-smile. "Can't you sense what I'm thinking? You should know perfectly well what work you need to do."

"And as long as I don't die, you'll be fine. Don't be afraid. Go on."

"Master, I was just born. I'm still a baby. You can't be so cruel."

Little Turtle argued its case. It absolutely could not go out and work day and night. It only wanted to be a pet turtle and obediently wait for its master to feed it.

"You can stay, but you can't talk nonsense again in the future. Understand?"

"Understood."

So that was what this was about. Its eyes darted around, and Little Turtle readily agreed.

Three months passed quietly.

Today was the day to report to Nuoding Academy. Chen Yu and the village chief rode the village ox cart to Nuoding City.

Chen Yu had not been idle these past three months. Through the points earned from daily sign-ins, he had not only paid off his debt to Zhang Sanfeng, but also bought martial arts manuals such as the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Perhaps because he had been reincarnated, his comprehension was quite good. He mastered several manuals one after another, and Zhang Sanfeng had praised him several times.

Chen Yu had also learned from the village chief that Holy Soul Village had someone with Blue Silver Grass as a Martial Soul and Innate Full Soul Power. That had to be God King Tang.

Chen Yu glanced at the two sets of bedding on the ox cart. Since he was going to share a dormitory with Tang San, it would be a disservice to his status as a transmigrator if he did not pull a few tricks.