Not a word was spoken all night.
The next day, when Lin Fan woke up, he felt refreshed and completely at ease.
"So this is how Soul Power affects the body?"
"It feels pretty good!"
After experiencing the sensation, Lin Fan grew even more eager to cultivate.
With his spirits high and Soul Power abundant, Lin Fan's eyes shifted as an idea suddenly came to him.
He took a deep breath. As he circulated his Soul Power, light flared, and a Poké Ball quietly took shape in his hand.
Smack—
The Poké Ball hit the ground and bounced, making a crisp sound. Lin Fan's eyes lit up.
"It's solid!"
"As expected, my Martial Soul gives me the ability to create Poké Balls. It doesn't let me catch Spirit Beasts directly with my Martial Soul."
After a brief assessment, he found that creating a Poké Ball didn't take much energy. Even in his current condition, Lin Fan could easily make ten in one go.
Then, as long as Lin Fan had enough time to prepare, he could make thousands upon thousands of Poké Balls. When the time came, he could throw one whenever he encountered a Spirit Beast. Who knew? He might even be able to catch Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beasts and Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Beasts!
Of course, that was only wishful thinking.
Ordinary Pokemon were one thing, but even slightly rare Pokemon had to be injured or afflicted with a negative status before they could be caught.
Throwing a Poké Ball straight away had odds no better than winning the lottery!
Otherwise, he'd have to wait until the Poké Balls evolved before his odds of catching one improved.
Although Lin Fan hadn't tried it himself, he could guess that catching powerful Spirit Beasts and rare Pokemon probably worked much the same way.
Settling his thoughts, Lin Fan continued creating Poké Balls.
His dear old dad had already agreed to take him out to hunt for a Soul Ring himself. They'd be leaving within the next couple of days, so he would definitely need to prepare beforehand.
He couldn't have Lin Qingfeng beat the Spirit Beast to the ground only for him to have to make Poké Balls on the spot.
It wasn't until Lin Fan saw the room piled high with Poké Balls that he finally fell into deep thought.
He could create Poké Balls without limit, but where was he supposed to store them?
This wasn't a game. There was no unlimited inventory!
"My family's pretty wealthy. I wonder... do we have a Soul Tool?"
Unfortunately, Lin Fan couldn't just ask for one.
It wasn't that his parents didn't love him. It was just that they'd never talked to him about Martial Souls before, so naturally they'd never mentioned Soul Tools either.
If he went and asked for one out of the blue, wouldn't it scare them to death?
As he hesitated, footsteps approached from outside. Soon, a knock sounded at the door. "Fan'er, may I come in?"
"Sure!"
Lin Fan's eyes lit up as he answered. He didn't bother putting away the Poké Balls.
Once his parents saw the floor covered in them, they'd bring him a Soul Tool themselves!
Sure enough, when Qian Shu entered and saw the Poké Balls covering the floor, her face filled with surprise. "Your Martial Soul? How did it become solid? And why are there so many?"
"Mother,"
Lin Fan explained, "my Martial Soul lets me create Poké Balls to catch Spirit Beasts. Once they're caught, those Spirit Beasts will stay inside the Poké Balls."
"I see."
Qian Shu furrowed her brows slightly and said softly, "Then the number of Poké Balls will only keep growing."
As she spoke, Qian Shu pulled the pendant hanging from her neck and handed it to Lin Fan with a smile. "Fan'er, you've grown up. It's time for you to start learning about the world of Soul Masters."
"This is a Soul Tool. You only need to channel your Soul Power into it to open a special space where you can store things. With a thought, you can put items in or take them out."
"Thank you, Mother!"
Lin Fan had been born into this world, and Lin Qingfeng and Qian Shu were his true parents. Of course he had no qualms about accepting something from them. He put it on immediately.
He rubbed it with his right hand and channeled his Soul Power into it.
Buzz—
At Lin Fan's thought, all the Poké Balls in the room glowed. The next moment, they vanished without a trace.
Closing his eyes, Lin Fan could sense that all the Poké Balls had entered the space inside the pendant.
This was amazing!
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. Lin Fan felt incredibly lucky that he'd been transmigrated into a wealthy family. Otherwise, even after awakening this Martial Soul, he would have been stuck at the very first hurdle.
There'd have been nowhere to store anything!
"Why are you thanking your mother?"
Qian Shu patted Lin Fan's head and said gently, "Get ready, eat something, and then we'll set out."
"Your Martial Soul is rather special. Mother may have to return home, so your father will take you to hunt for your Soul Ring this time."
"I understand."
Lin Fan nodded.
Qian Shu sighed. "Mother knows you're sensible. You've never given us anything to worry about since you were little. Now that you have a good talent for Martial Souls and want to pursue this path, Mother will support you."
Hearing this, Lin Fan couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart.
It seemed his family wasn't ordinary!
Could they be some hidden clan?
Or powerful figures straight out of a novel?
But Qian Shu clearly wasn't going to spell it out for him, and Lin Fan didn't ask. He'd just focus on cultivating. As long as his strength improved, he was confident he could handle whatever situation his family was in.
After breakfast, Lin Qingfeng and Qian Shu had packed their luggage, and the guards had prepared the carriage and were waiting at the entrance.
"Qingfeng, be careful on the way. Make sure you take good care of Fan'er."
Qian Shu's eyes were full of reluctance. After all, this was Lin Fan's first trip away from home, even if Lin Qingfeng was going with him.
"Don't worry, my lady. With me there, nothing will go wrong."
Lin Qingfeng was brimming with confidence. He pulled Lin Fan into the carriage, waved goodbye to Qian Shu, and headed toward the city gates.
The Lin Clan's influence was clearly formidable. When the guards saw the insignia on their carriage, they didn't inspect it and let them pass at once.
Once they were out of the city, Lin Qingfeng asked with a cheerful smile, "Fan'er, you've just awakened your Martial Soul, so you must be curious about all sorts of things. Ask me anything you want."
"Father, what rank of Soul Master are you?"
Hearing that he could ask anything, Lin Fan couldn't help asking outright.
As for anything else?
Come on, he'd read Douluo Continent too. He might not remember every last detail of the setting, but he knew the basics well enough.
Besides, those so-called rules didn't matter in a real fight. In the end, it came down to who had the bigger cheat.
Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, Tang San—were any of them ordinary Soul Masters?
"My rank?"
Lin Qingfeng hesitated, then said softly, "Level 79 Soul Saint. I'm only one step away from becoming a Soul Douluo."
Hearing the answer, Lin Fan was a little surprised.
Given Lin Qingfeng's age, reaching such a level definitely made him a genius.
No wonder even the head of Spirit Hall treated him with such courtesy.
In an instant, a thought surfaced in Lin Fan's mind.
Could I be a second-generation, or even third-generation, Soul Master?
If that were really the case, life would be great!
Come on, rising to prominence with the help of your parents and elders beat exhausting yourself and risking death to cultivate on your own, didn't it?
Unless you had no choice, who cultivated by themselves these days?
Wasn't everyone relying on hard work?
Either working hard to be born into the right family, or... Deep Blue, activate! Add points for me!
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