Ma Village? Grass Chicken Martial Soul?

On the forest path.

The carriage clattered along, Ning Rongrong sleeping soundly on Ye Ruilin's lap, muttering occasionally as if lost in a sweet dream.

Before long.

"Young Master, there is a village ahead. We can rest there for the night."

Old Wu's voice drifted in from outside the carriage.

Ye Ruilin, who had been cultivating the Primordial Art with his eyes closed, ceased his practice and looked down at the little girl on his lap, smiling helplessly.

"Old Wu, go find the villagers and rent a few rooms. We shall rest here for the night."

If it were just them, there would be no need to stop.

But a pampered little princess like Ning Rongrong could not endure such relentless, day-and-night travel.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo would certainly never allow their little princess to suffer so much.

Though the two men said nothing, their gazes softened noticeably after Ye Ruilin spoke.

"Wake up."

"Time to eat."

The youth patted the little girl's head with a gentle touch.

The girl, deep in sleep, was startled awake, a look of confusion still lingering on her face.

"Brother Ye, have we arrived?"

Ning Rongrong asked, still dazed.

"Get off the carriage. We'll rest in this village for the night."

Supporting the little girl, the two stepped out of the carriage.

The village children, having never seen such a magnificent carriage, hid in the distance and peeked curiously.

"Respected Lord Soul Masters, I have already prepared the rooms. Please, follow me."

An old man with white hair but a sturdy frame hurried over to them.

His face was filled with respect and excitement.

Never before had so many Lord Soul Masters visited their village.

"Old Jack, prepare some food quickly. It will be dark soon."

"If you delay the lords' meal, you won't be able to bear the consequences."

While leading the way, the old man shouted toward a rough-looking middle-aged man inside the house.

The figure in the inner room seemed to hear the commotion outside, and his pace quickened significantly.

"Brother Ye, are we staying here tonight?"

Ning Rongrong frowned; she was truly unaccustomed to such an environment.

"Rongrong, when we first set out, we agreed that you had to be prepared for hardship."

"Look at you..."

Sword Douluo looked at the little girl, feeling a bit of a headache.

Within the limits of their situation, he naturally wanted to provide the best for her.

But this was, after all, not the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Alright, Grandpa Sword, I didn't say anything, did I?"

Ning Rongrong pouted, feeling a bit wronged, and walked to Ye Ruilin's side with a look of dissatisfaction.

"Oh right, old man, does your village have any Soul Masters?"

The little girl's eyes darted around before she looked at the old man leading them.

The old man shook his head immediately, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"Our Ma Village hasn't produced a single Soul Master in over twenty years."

"The Lord Soul Masters from the Martial Soul Hall come every year to conduct awakenings, but the children only ever awaken spirits like grass chickens or geese, and their Innate Soul Power is at most level one."

"What use are such trash spirits?"

Having said this, the old man sighed involuntarily.

In hopes that the village might produce a Soul Master, he sent the children of age to participate in the awakening every single year.

After persisting for so many years, he had begun to doubt whether his persistence was even necessary.

"Ma Village? All grass chicken and goose spirits?"

Ye Ruilin turned his head, seemingly interested.

"Yes, my lord."

Although Ye Ruilin and his companions were young, as long as they were Lord Soul Masters, they were worthy of respect, and the old man did not dare to neglect any of their questions.

"Perhaps it is because the bloodlines in our village are closely related, so the martial souls everyone awakens are basically these two types."

The old man gave a bitter smile.

According to the words of the Martial Soul Hall Lord Soul Master, their village was practically a nest of grass chickens.

Ye Ruilin immediately thought of Ma Hongjun among the Shrek Seven Devils.

Before this kid was adopted by Flender, he seemed to have lived in just such a village.

According to Flender's account, in the village where Ma Hongjun lived, the villagers all awakened martial souls like grass chickens and geese.

Ma Hongjun was a phoenix that flew out of a grass chicken nest.

"Village Chief, have the children in your village awakened their martial souls this year?"

Judging by the timeline, the current Ma Hongjun did not seem to have awakened his martial soul yet.

He looked at the old man, who was frowning and deep in thought.

Although the village was not large, it still had over 20 households.

Counting them up, there were five or six kids eligible to awaken this year.

"Replying to you, Lord, it seems not yet this year; the lords from the Martial Soul Hall are still discussing the time."

The old man gave a bitter smile.

It wasn't that they were discussing the time; it was truly because they hadn't produced a soul master in so many years, and their geographical location was remote, so the lords from the Martial Soul Hall simply didn't want to come to such a place.

"If you don't mind, we can help them awaken their martial souls."

Ye Ruilin spoke up.

Ning Rongrong, standing to the side, glanced at Ye Ruilin with some curiosity, not understanding why he wanted to help the people in the village awaken their martial souls.

The little girl's puzzled gaze fell upon Ye Ruilin, but the youth only chuckled.

"Is that true, Lord!"

The old man looked at Ye Ruilin in immediate astonishment.

He hadn't expected that a passing Lord Soul Master would actually help the children in their village awaken their martial souls.

"Tomorrow morning, you may have these children come over."

The youth spoke; despite his young age, he possessed a composure that did not match his status.

When conversing with him, one would subconsciously forget his age.

The old man nodded repeatedly, his face full of excitement.

After settling Ye Ruilin and his group in, he hurried out of the courtyard.

"Brother Ye, why do you want to help them awaken their martial souls?"

The little girl couldn't hold back her curiosity, opening her large, puzzled eyes to stare straight at Ye Ruilin.

"Who knows, perhaps their village might produce a genius."

Ye Ruilin raised an eyebrow and then said mysteriously.

Ning Rongrong did not understand how precious a soul master was in the world of commoners, so she didn't think there was any problem with Ye Ruilin's words.

Bone Douluo, standing to the side, laughed instead.

"Kid, this village hasn't produced a soul master in over 30 years."

"Even if one with level three Innate Soul Power appeared, it would already be the village's only hope."

"In a village like this, wanting to produce a genius?"

"It's simply nonsense!"

Having said that, Bone Douluo shook his head slightly, as if mocking Ye Ruilin's ignorance.

Ye Ruilin did not feel angry.

His sixth sense told him that his guess would absolutely not be wrong!

"Senior, you must know that many powerful martial souls are mutated from ordinary ones."

"Even if the entire village has grass chicken martial souls, who can guarantee that a phoenix won't fly out in the future!"

A faint smile appeared on Ye Ruilin's face, his eyes filled with confidence.