Four Hundred Years Blue Silver Grass First Spirit Ring! Twenty-Five Years Old One-Ring Spirit Master!

[Target audience for this book: mortal-flow readers, commoner-flow readers, those who enjoy watching someone climb up step by step from the bottom.]

"Nineteen years. I've finally broken through to rank ten. I'm already twenty-five now, but at least the result is good."

"A twenty-five-year-old rank-ten soul master can only be considered the bottom of the soul master hierarchy, but in the context of the whole world, I still count as part of the soul master class—the noble class. At the very least, I've broken away from being an ordinary mortal."

"It's time to hunt for my first soul ring."

Lan Tian sat upright in the village, joy written across his face.

It had been twenty-five years since he had transmigrated to this world. When he awakened his martial soul at six years old, it had been Blue Silver Grass, and his innate soul power had only been rank 0.1.

In other people's eyes, that made him trash among trash. But in his eyes, it was hope.

Because on this continent, as long as you possessed soul power, even the faintest trace, you could become a soul master.

As long as he could become a soul master, he could step into the soul master class.

He had not awakened a system, nor did he have any cheat ability.

Ever since awakening at six, he had hidden away in the village, cultivating bit by bit over the years. The process of cultivation was extremely dull and tedious, but even so, he had persevered for a full nineteen years.

At last, today, he had raised his soul power to rank ten.

As long as he obtained a soul ring, even the lowest-grade ten-year soul ring, he could become a one-ring soul master, register at the Spirit Hall as an official soul master, and receive a monthly subsidy of one gold soul coin. His life would be far more comfortable than that of ordinary mortals who toiled day and night.

He did not ask for much, nor did he dream of pursuing some lofty realm, because he knew his own limits. He knew his talent was far too poor. It was impossible for him to climb too high.

The cultivation of soul power rank was directly tied to age.

The older one became, the slower and harder soul power cultivation grew.

Those geniuses were already three-ring Soul Elders, four-ring Soul Ancestors, and some were even five-ring Soul Kings at twenty-five.

But at twenty-five, he was only a rank-ten soul master. Even if he successfully obtained his first soul ring, he would merely be rank eleven.

It had taken him a full nineteen years to go from rank 0.1 to rank ten.

Then wouldn't going from rank eleven to rank twenty take twice as long?

That would be thirty-eight years.

Adding his current age of twenty-five, that meant he would only reach rank twenty as a Great Soul Master at sixty-three.

And after that?

Double it again?

That would be seventy-six years, a total of one hundred and thirty-nine years.

Whether he could even live that long was hard to say.

"Forget it. I'll just let nature take its course."

"Anyway, this is probably all my life will amount to. It's impossible for me to have any contact with Tang San and the others, so I might as well casually obtain a ten-year plant-type soul ring, collect the Spirit Hall subsidy, stay far away from the main storyline map, and live a steady life as a local tyrant with a wife and children."

"That's what I'll do!"

Once Lan Tian thought it through, his whole body relaxed.

It was just a pity. As a transmigrator, being unable to contend with Tang San and the others really made him a joke among transmigrators.

Lan Tian packed up, prepared some dry rations, then rode off alone on horseback toward the soul beast forest closest to the village.

He did not have much ambition. He only wanted to find a ten-year plant-type soul ring with no ability to resist.

He would not mind ten-year Blue Silver Grass, or even hundred-year Blue Silver Grass.

It would be best if it shared the same origin. If he could find hundred-year Blue Silver Grass, then naturally, a hundred-year one would be best.

"Forget it. I'll just let nature take its course."

Lan Tian rode a horse at great speed, taking in the scenery as he headed toward the soul beast forest.

Before long, he arrived at the soul beast forest.

He walked inside.

The green trees formed a canopy of shade, and ancient trees towered into the sky.

Holding a dagger and shield, he cautiously advanced deeper inside.

His eyes watched every direction, his ears listened for any movement.

He quickly swept his gaze over the plants on the ground.

Analyzing them based on the memories of his previous life.

At last, surprise appeared on his face.

He had found a four-hundred-year-old Blue Silver Grass.

It was also the only one in this forest.

"Wonderful. There's actually a four-hundred-year one!"

Lan Tian had no power, no influence, and no money. With no background or connections, he had no way to hunt other powerful plants for a soul ring. This was the best choice.

He raised the dagger and cut through that blue silver grass.

A yellow soul ring rose up.

Lan Tian sat cross-legged, curious what soul skill this four-hundred-year soul ring would bring him.

The blue silver grass was summoned, drawing it into his body.

Soul power poured into him.

But this time, as he absorbed it, Lan Tian did not feel the slightest pain. Instead, it felt especially comfortable, as if his whole body had been soaked in a hot spring of life.

Time passed without him realizing it, and he had no idea how long had gone by.

When that comfortable state ended, the absorption had completed naturally, just like that.

Buzz!

Lan Tian opened his eyes, feeling refreshed from head to toe.

The blue silver grass martial soul appeared in his right hand, and the four-hundred-year yellow first soul ring rose from its roots, giving off a dense aura of life.

The blue silver grass itself was thicker than before, its leaves larger, heavier, bluer, and its patterns more precise.

Perhaps he had stumbled onto the right path by accident.

Blue silver grass should absorb soul rings of the same source and lineage, crazily stacking life energy to improve the quality of the martial soul.

The tenacity of life was blue silver grass's greatest advantage.

In the original work, Tang San had been misled by Yu Xiaogang into absorbing a poison-attribute soul ring, and an animal-type one at that. It could not be fully fused at all, and the path was wrong from the start. Even after the blue silver grass finally awakened the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, it still felt like trash.

That was the drawback of laying the wrong foundation early on.

And if he kept stacking life energy, who knew? There might be an unexpected pleasant surprise.

This soul ring of the same source and lineage provided him with his first soul skill: Endless Life.

After the soul skill was activated, it could continuously heal him inside and out.

Whether it was injury or illness, it could be treated.

And the soul power consumption for him was extremely low.

After sensing carefully, his soul power level had also risen to level twelve.

"I should go to Spirit Hall and register my identity."

Lan Tian got up and left the Magic Beast Forest.

He took a carriage to the Spirit Hall branch in Notting City.

Soon, under guidance, he quickly completed all sorts of tests.

A twenty-five-year-old level-twelve one-ring soul master, with a trash martial soul like blue silver grass no less, was a rare sight.

The deacon praised him for his extraordinary willpower, saying that ordinary people would have given up long ago.

After registering as an official soul master and receiving a subsidy of one gold soul coin, Lan Tian walked down the street wearing the badge that symbolized a one-ring soul master, feeling as if everything was suddenly different.

He planned to buy a storefront and open a clinic.

With the skill Endless Life, as long as the other party's injuries were not truly too severe, he could cure them.

That way, he could earn money while cultivating.

No matter which world it was, money was the most important thing.

Without money, he would be unable to buy the things needed for cultivation.

Before long, he entered the core area of Notting City and saw a shop currently listed for sale. After contacting the seller, he went in and took a look. It was about ten square meters in size, and the other party was asking for one gold soul coin.

That just happened to be most of Lan Tian's limited assets.

But he still gritted his teeth and paid. As long as he opened for business, he would not have to worry about having no customers.

One gold soul coin could be earned back very quickly.

What was more, next month, he could continue receiving one gold soul coin, just like a pension in his previous life. Spending it would not hurt too much.