Laying Half His Cards on the Table

Ling Yi carried the scent of a Soul Beast.

Tie Futu had discovered it after absorbing his Eighth Soul Ring and breaking through to Soul Douluo.

At the time, Tie Futu thought something had gone wrong during his breakthrough, or that his Soul Power had rushed into his head and damaged his brain, causing him to hallucinate.

But after observing and sensing him for several days in a row, even making close contact, and having Ling Yi send Soul Power into his body-a distance closer than close-Tie Futu finally confirmed it: Ling Yi really did carry the scent of a Soul Beast!

The heavens were falling!!!

Could his martial nephew, Ling Yi-the man he and his disciple Lou Gao regarded as the future helmsman of the Blacksmith Association, who would surely lead the blacksmithing profession to a status sought after by everyone on the Douluo Continent and equal to that of Soul Masters-be a transformed Soul Beast?!

But Ling Yi wasn't some lone individual with no family-

As far as Tie Futu knew, Ling Yi had both parents, two sets of grandparents, uncles, aunts, and so on, with dozens upon dozens of blood relatives in tow.

Besides, Ling Yi's life could be traced from his birth to his Martial Soul Awakening and all the way to his current age of nineteen, nearly twenty. He was nothing like those genius Soul Masters who seemed to fall from the sky, with no trace of their lives before the age of six-

Right, there was his talent too!

Although Tie Futu had never seen a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, and the Blacksmith Association was only a minor, unranked faction on the Douluo Continent, it still had several centuries of history behind it. Even if all it had heard was hearsay, plenty