Each With Their Own Thoughts, Becoming a Soul Master

"Damn human! Let me out at once!"

Luo Chen had just finished inspecting this spirit ring—an eight-hundred-thousand-year spirit ring! It would provide two spirit skills, and a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast was guaranteed to drop a spirit bone. It should have been an external spirit bone for the eyes, but something had gone wrong!

Luo Chen could not detect any trace of a spirit bone. Could it be that if one didn't kill the Evil Emperor directly, no spirit bone would drop?

Perhaps that was the case!

"What are you shouting about? Little Evil, I'm asking you, why didn't your spirit bone drop?"

The Evil Emperor was stunned. Little Evil? No one had ever called him that! But he didn't dwell on it now; instead, he was baffled as to how this brat had managed to seal an eight-hundred-thousand-year spirit beast like him.

"Human, can you tell me what kind of martial soul you actually possess?" The Evil Emperor had calmed down by now; he knew he wouldn't be escaping this place anytime soon.

"My martial soul is indeed quite strange. Even if I told you, you wouldn't know it. From now on, you'll just stay here and be my little lackey." Luo Chen wasn't sure if the Evil Emperor might escape one day and kill him, so he only hoped to leverage the Evil Emperor's spirit power to grow strong quickly—strong enough to no longer fear the Evil Emperor's threat.

In reality, the Evil Emperor did have a backup plan. The reason Luo Chen couldn't sense the existence of the external spirit bone was precisely because of the trick the Evil Emperor had pulled.

As for the specific method, that remained unknown to us...

"Xiao Chen! Xiao Chen!"

Two voices called out—it was Lin Xiaomei and Luo Dashan! Luo Chen's parents.

Only then did Luo Chen realize that the sky had turned dark; an entire day had already passed!

He quickly straightened his clothes and shouted, "Dad! Mom! I'm over here!"

Luo Dashan and Lin Xiaomei froze upon hearing his voice, then rushed toward him, followed by a strange middle-aged man.

Lin Xiaomei ran even faster than Luo Dashan. She checked Luo Chen over to ensure he was unharmed, then grabbed him by the ear.

"Ow, ow, ow! Mom, I was wrong!"

"You brat! I haven't seen you all day—where did you go? Do you have any idea how worried we were?" Lin Xiaomei was on the verge of tears.

Luo Dashan quickly stepped in to soothe her, saying, "Xiaomei, our son is fine, isn't he? Hey, look at that, the brat has grown taller in just a few months!"

Luo Dashan was a tall, sturdy man in his thirties who looked like he had plenty of strength.

At this moment, the middle-aged man following Luo Dashan spoke up: "Brother Luo, since your son is unharmed, I think we should take the child home first!"

Luo Chen curiously sized up the stranger. Suddenly, the Evil Emperor's voice echoed in his mind: "Kid, this man is a Spirit Ancestor. Don't let him discover your secrets."

Hearing this, Luo Chen's thoughts stirred, and he transmitted his voice to the Evil Emperor: "It's hard enough to keep this conspicuous first spirit ring from drawing attention."

Naturally, he didn't think the Evil Emperor was being merciful. The Emperor's warning was likely just a way to cover his own tracks; who knew what kind of impact Luo Chen's misfortune might have on him?

"Don't worry. With my abilities, changing the color of a spirit ring is well within my power. Just tell them your first spirit ring came from a century-old spirit beast."

The group returned to Luo Dashan's home. The man Luo Dashan had brought back was named Fule, whom he had saved while accompanying a caravan transporting goods.

Luo Chen couldn't quite understand how a Spirit Ancestor could be saved by his father, an ordinary man with no spirit power.

After some explanation, Luo Chen learned that Fule had been on his way to serve at a primary spirit master academy near here. This small town, known as Hailun City, housed a Spirit Hall branch and a primary spirit master academy.

Hailun City was not large and focused primarily on light industry. The city lord was a four-ring Spirit Ancestor, and the head of the Spirit Hall branch was also a four-ring Spirit Ancestor.

Fule had come to take up the post of principal at the primary spirit master academy, which meant the small town now had three Spirit Ancestors.

However, on his way to take up the post, he had encountered a group of outlaws calling themselves bandits. There were ten of them in total, with the leader possessing four-ring cultivation, while the others consisted of four three-ring and five two-ring masters.

Fule had only been traveling with one servant, who only had two-ring strength. Fortunately, Fule was powerful; with his level 46 cultivation, he had repelled the opponents, wiped out six of them, and severely wounded the other four.

However, he had also sustained heavy injuries himself and collapsed by the roadside. It was Luo Dashan who saved him. Upon learning that Fule was headed to Hailun City, the two had parted ways with the caravan in Dinos Province and traveled to Hailun City together.

After hearing the story, Luo Chen finally understood the sequence of events.

At this moment, Fule looked at Luo Chen: "You are Luo Chen, right? I didn't bring any gifts for our first meeting."

"Brother Fule, don't say that. Xiao Chen, hurry and call him Uncle." Luo Dashan laughed heartily.

"Hello, Uncle." Luo Chen spoke up. At the very least, his first impression of Fule was good. One had to realize that most spirit masters looked down on ordinary people; the Douluo Continent was a world with strict hierarchies, and being a spirit master was the most prestigious profession.

The fact that Fule could treat Luo Dashan, an ordinary man, as a brother was enough to show that he was a person worth befriending.

"Then Uncle will call you Xiao Chen as well. Xiao Chen, if I'm not mistaken, your spirit power level has already broken through level ten, right?" As a Spirit Ancestor and a teacher by trade, Fule had that much discernment.

"Level ten? That's impossible, when Xiao Chen awakened, his spirit power was only..."

"Yes, Uncle." Luo Chen interjected at the right moment. "I just finished absorbing my first spirit ring."

"Just finished absorbing it?" Three different voices exclaimed in surprise. Lin Xiaomei was wondering when her son had absorbed it; Luo Dashan was thinking about how much his son had progressed in these few months; while Fule was feeling a sense of regret—would absorbing a spirit ring so casually have an impact on his future?

"Son! Why did you go and absorb your first spirit ring?" Luo Dashan asked.

Lin Xiaomei added, "Xiao Chen, you've been by my side every day, how could I not know you were absorbing a spirit ring?"

"Dad, Mom, it was today when I went to the seaside... I accidentally ran into a spirit beast..."

"Ran into a spirit beast!" Luo Dashan and his wife were startled and quickly stood up, circling their son to check him over.

"I'm fine, Mom and Dad. It was already heavily injured, so I defeated it and absorbed its spirit ring."

"Good, good, as long as you're fine!" The two were still feeling a lingering sense of fear.

Fule, standing to the side, didn't quite know what to say, so he asked, "Xiao Chen, can you release your spirit skill for me to see?"

Luo Chen nodded, stood up, and summoned his martial soul. Just as the Evil Emperor had promised, the original red-purple-gold spirit ring had transformed into a yellow, hundred-year spirit ring!

"It's actually a hundred-year spirit ring!" Fule exclaimed. "A genius!"

Don't look at Tang San and his group, whose first spirit rings were all hundred-year ones; ordinary spirit masters rarely had such opportunities!