Huang Fei took out his waterskin from Forty-Eight Moons Embracing the Stars, took a sip, then put it away again.
He silently took stock of everything he had at the moment.
Cultivation: Soul Elder, level 31, with three Soul Rings—two hundred-year Yellow Soul Rings and one thousand-year Purple Soul Ring.
Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, with the Blue Silver Saint Emperor bloodline partially awakened.
Soul Skills: First Soul Skill, Entangle. One vine, single-target control, eight hundred and sixty years old. The vine was tough and regenerated extremely quickly.
Second Soul Skill, Multiple Entangle. Six main vines.
The third Soul Ring had doubled that number to twelve.
So his second Soul Skill could currently call up twelve vines in total, three of which were energy constructs.
As for his third Soul Skill, Life Eulogy, it restored life force over a wide area. Its current range was about thirty paces in every direction, centered on him, and would expand as his Soul Power grew.
Hidden Weapon: Silent Divine Crossbow. Twelve consecutive shots, with a paralyzing effect. Compact, able to merge into his body, and activated by thought.
Storage: Forty-Eight Moons Embracing the Stars. Forty-eight independent storage spaces, each twice the size of Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges. It could merge into his body.
Taken together, these things were what allowed him to make his way in this world.
They weren't extravagant, but they weren't bad either.
At the very least, for a six-year-old child, they far surpassed what anyone would call genius.
The only thing was that all of it was hidden away. Aside from him, no one knew.
Huang Fei yawned and turned up his coat collar to block the chilly breeze slipping through the gaps in the canopy.
Just wait.
Wait for Tang San to slowly level up, wait for his Soul