Martial Soul Evolution is Perfectly Reasonable

"As expected of a Martial Soul rewarded by the system, it looks incredibly powerful."

Duan Fan was quite satisfied with the appearance of the Soul-Sucking Battle Axe, so he immediately attempted to use this Martial Soul, reaching out to grip the handle.

In an instant, an indescribable chill surged through him, as if piercing straight into his soul, yet it vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving Duan Fan feeling exceptionally clear-headed.

Following that, Duan Fan felt his entire body brimming with power, and his heart grew confident.

It felt as if, as long as he held the Soul-Sucking Battle Axe, there was no target he could not resolve.

"Very nice!"

Duan Fan held the Soul-Sucking Battle Axe and swung it lightly twice, liking it more the longer he looked at it.

"Soul-Sucking Battle Axe, soul-sucking, soul-sucking, absorbing souls—could it be that this axe can actually absorb souls? I should pay more attention to this in the future."

Duan Fan retracted the Soul-Sucking Battle Axe, then opened his right hand to release his first Martial Soul, the writing brush.

Compared to the uniqueness of the Soul-Sucking Battle Axe, the writing brush before him looked ordinary no matter how he viewed it, and holding it in his hand gave him no special sensation.

"It's already been certified by Brother Tao; logically speaking, it shouldn't be this ordinary. Could it really just be an oversized writing brush?"

As the saying goes, a word from Brother Tao makes a trash, but a God King is born.

Although Su Yuntao did not say to Duan Fan's face that his Martial Soul brush was a trash Martial Soul, Duan Fan had seen it.

Before modifying his innate soul power, Duan Fan had clearly seen on the information panel that Su Yuntao's evaluation of the Martial Soul brush was indeed a trash Martial Soul.

Although Brother Tao's certification had a bit of a metaphysical component, it was not entirely useless as a reference.

At the very least, it could give him a little more hope in his heart.

"How should the Martial Soul brush be used? For writing, for drawing? This thing couldn't possibly be used as a weapon, could it?"

"Since I've already decided to set off for the Soul Hunting Forest this afternoon to find my first Soul Ring, I must determine the development path for my first Martial Soul as soon as possible."

Duan Fan began to let his imagination run wild.

"If only my brush were like the system—whatever I write becomes reality. If I write the word 'death,' I could just write someone to death."

"Or, whatever I draw appears. I'd draw a Super Saiyan, and with one punch, I'd blow up the entire Douluo Universe."

"Right, didn't Tang San's Blue Silver Grass evolve into the Blue Silver Emperor later on? Is it possible for my brush to evolve as well?"

"It feels like a slim hope. A brush and Blue Silver Grass are two different existences, and Tang San possessed the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline to begin with."

Just as Duan Fan was letting his thoughts wander, the system suddenly provided a prompt—

[Keyword [Evolution] detected. Would you like to evolve the Martial Soul brush into the Fantasy Pen?]

Duan Fan was stunned.

It was actually possible to do this?

Then again, Martial Soul evolution was quite reasonable, and the system appearing was perfectly normal.

Duan Fan did not hesitate in the slightest and decisively chose to evolve.

[Modification successful! Martial Soul brush has evolved into the Fantasy Pen!]

The price of the evolution was the consumption of one opportunity to modify his own destiny.

Duan Fan didn't feel a shred of heartache; instead, he felt it was extremely worthwhile.

He had already modified his innate soul power; wasn't Martial Soul evolution more cost-effective than modifying innate soul power?

Besides, Martial Soul evolution was exactly what he had just fantasized about, and now that the fantasy had come true, it felt incredibly satisfying.

"Let me quickly see what my Fantasy Pen looks like!"

Perhaps due to the Martial Soul evolution, the brush that had been in Duan Fan's hand automatically retracted.

Duan Fan opened his right hand again, and white light surged forth.

The thirty-centimeter-long brush appeared once more, looking no different from its original appearance at first glance.

But if one looked closely, one could see many white patterns added to the black handle.

Furthermore, the feeling of holding the handle had become completely different for Duan Fan.

Previously, holding the ordinary brush, there had been no sensation at all.

Now, holding the Fantasy Pen, there was an added sense that whatever he wrote or drew could become reality.

"Did the system arrange all the Martial Soul effects I just thought of?"

Duan Fan was both surprised and delighted, and he immediately began to experiment.

He used the Fantasy Pen to write the word "strength," but he received no feedback.

Refusing to believe it, he wrote many more characters in succession, but there was still no reaction at all.

"Could it be that I need to draw?"

Duan Fan frowned and used the Fantasy Pen to draw a bald head in the air.

As a result, the bald head he imagined did not appear either.

"No effect? Then why did I have the feeling that whatever I write or draw could become reality?"

"Could it be that these effects can only be realized after I obtain a Soul Ring and possess a soul skill?"

Duan Fan tried a few more times, but there was no response, so he finally put the Fantasy Pen away.

"I'm setting off for the Soul Hunting Forest this afternoon, so I'll have my answer before long."

Duan Fan had originally been looking forward to his first Soul Ring, and now, he couldn't help but feel even more expectant.

While filled with anticipation, he thought of Tang San.

"The modification opportunity I just gained was wiped clean after evolving my Martial Soul. Let me see what Tang San is doing now; I'll strive to earn another modification opportunity before entering the Soul Hunting Forest."

With a thought from Duan Fan, lines of text suddenly appeared before his eyes.

The content described Old Jack coming to find Tang San, bringing him two boiled eggs, and telling Tang San that he would come to pick him up tomorrow morning to attend the Martial Soul awakening ceremony.

It also included Old Jack complaining that Tang Hao was still sleeping when the sun was already high in the sky, showing no sign of being a proper father.

Tang San just listened silently, not mentioning that Tang Hao had already left.

After reading this information, the corners of Duan Fan's mouth curled up slightly: "I didn't expect the opportunity to come so soon. I can perform another round of modifications when Tang San awakens his Martial Soul tomorrow!"

Having had the experience of successfully modifying Tang San's fate once, Duan Fan knew very well that messing with Tang San's fate haphazardly would basically end in failure.

Only by making key modifications at critical moments could he succeed.

Clearing his thoughts, Duan Fan began to attempt cultivation.

His uncle and aunt had long since mentioned the method for a Spirit Master to cultivate.

There were no flashy techniques; it was simply meditation.

When ordinary people meditate, aside from making their body and mind calm and relaxed, they have no other special sensations.

But when a Spirit Master meditates, they can naturally enter a state of cultivation.

With the blessing of innate full soul power, Duan Fan entered the cultivation state almost instantly, and his cultivation speed was incredibly fast.

He could clearly perceive his soul power growing bit by bit, a feeling akin to watching an experience bar rise.

Once he started cultivating, he lost track of time.

By the time Duan Fan finished his cultivation, it was already evening.

Glancing at the sky, which had already turned dark outside, Duan Fan hurriedly got up and climbed out of bed.

He went to the first floor and found his uncle and aunt waiting for him, his aunt holding the already sleeping Fang Qian in her arms.

Fang Qingshan spoke with a smile: "We saw you didn't come down for lunch, so we guessed you were cultivating. We were afraid of disturbing you, so we didn't call you."

"I've already booked a carriage for this afternoon, and the preparations for going to the Soul Hunting Forest are all done. We'll set off as soon as you finish dinner."

After Fang Qingshan finished speaking, he walked into the kitchen and soon brought out steaming hot food.

"Your aunt was worried that you wouldn't be able to eat hot food the moment you finished cultivating, so she kept it steaming in the pot. Hurry up and eat while it's hot."

Duan Fan felt a wave of emotion in his heart: "Thank you, Uncle and Aunt!"

After dinner, Fang Qingshan took Duan Fan and boarded the carriage to set off.

Destination: the Soul Hunting Forest.