Two Special Inheritances

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Ming and asked gently, "Hello, little friend. I'm the bishop of Spirit Hall in Vast Sea City. My name is Tom. What's yours?"

"Hello, sir Soul Master. My name is Zhao Ming."

"Zhao Ming? A fine name! It sounds clever right away. Zhao Ming, would you be willing to join our Spirit Hall?" Tom asked.

"I would." Zhao Ming answered without hesitation.

Zhao Ming was someone who repaid kindness. His parents had died at the hands of fallen Soul Masters, and it was Soul Masters from the passing Angel Legion who had saved him, killed those two fallen Soul Masters, and avenged his parents.

For that reason alone, Zhao Ming would never stand against Spirit Hall.

Besides, compared to the two great empires and the Upper Three Sects, Spirit Hall was the only power that offered commoners a path to rise. Without Spirit Hall, how miserable would ordinary people be ten thousand years later?

Not to mention anything else—when even a genius like Jiang Nannan, who had the potential to become a Titled Douluo, had to sell herself to save her mother, it was clear just how difficult life was for ordinary people ten thousand years later.

Not to mention the countless commoners who could not even afford to awaken their martial souls.

Of course, Zhao Ming did not think Spirit Hall was flawless either. That madwoman Bibi Dong was its biggest problem.

When Tom heard that Zhao Ming was willing to join Spirit Hall, he said "good" three times in a row. Then he crouched down and said kindly, "Zhao Ming, don't go back to the orphanage. I'll arrange a room for you at Spirit Hall and send your information to Spirit City."

"Uncle Tom..."

"What uncle? If you don't mind, just call me Uncle Tom," Tom said with a smile.

Zhao Ming readily went along with it. "Uncle Tom, Grandpa Director has taken good care of me all these years. Could you lend me some gold soul coins? I want to give them to Grandpa Director."

Tom was even more pleased with Zhao Ming after hearing that. A child who repaid kindness was a good child. He patted Zhao Ming's head and said, "Zhao Ming, don't worry. In Spirit Hall's name, I'll donate five hundred gold soul coins to your orphanage, and give your director another fifty gold soul coins as a reward.

Don't think it's too little. If I gave too much, your Grandpa Director wouldn't be able to protect it. Even with Spirit Hall's name shielding him, there would still be greedy people lurking in the shadows."

"I understand. Thank you, Uncle Tom. Once I become a powerful Soul Master, I'll definitely repay you," Zhao Ming said with a serious expression.

Tom nodded in satisfaction and immediately took out a gold soul coin card, handing it to Zhao Ming.

"Little Ming, there are three thousand gold soul coins in here. This is my personal sponsorship for you, so don't refuse it." As he spoke, he forcibly stuffed the card into Zhao Ming's hand.

Zhao Ming thanked him earnestly and accepted the money.

The reason was simple: Zhao Ming needed money to buy whale glue.

Soul Masters could absorb whale glue to strengthen their bodies, allowing them to absorb soul rings beyond their usual limits.

And this was Vast Sea City, the place where whale glue was easiest to buy.

In fact, Zhao Ming had already looked into whale glue before awakening his martial soul.

Whale glue's true effects would only be discovered during the era of Soul Land II. At this time, it was mainly used by nobles and wealthy people as an aphrodisiac.

The medicinal effects of whale glue grew stronger with age. Most nobles had ruined their bodies with drink and women, so hundred-year whale glue was enough for them. Even thousand-year whale glue was more than they could bear, let alone ten-thousand-year whale glue.

Therefore, in this era of Soul Land I, hundred-year whale glue was the most expensive. Thousand-year whale glue was generally used by Soul Masters, and its price was not low either.

Although ten-thousand-year whale glue was slightly more expensive than thousand-year whale glue, it was not much more expensive. Even high-level Soul Masters could not withstand the effects of the stuff. If ten-thousand-year whale soul beasts were not generally so powerful that few Soul Masters dared provoke them, ten-thousand-year whale glue would probably be cheaper than thousand-year whale glue.

In Vast Sea City, hundred-year whale glue was the most expensive. A single piece could sell for several thousand gold soul coins. The price of thousand-year whale glue decreased as its age increased; whale glue just over a thousand years old cost about the same as hundred-year whale glue, while glue over three thousand years old cost only half as much.

Three thousand gold soul coins should be enough to buy one piece of thousand-year whale glue, or two pieces of three-thousand-year whale glue, or four pieces of five-thousand-year whale glue.

After considering it, Zhao Ming decided to play it safe and buy one piece of three-thousand-year whale glue and two pieces of five-thousand-year whale glue. After all, it was his first time consuming such a heavenly treasure. Even with the help of the Nine-Breath Qi Absorption to refine it, it was better to be cautious.

While Zhao Ming's thoughts were wandering, Tom had already arranged a room for him in the rear hall of Spirit Hall.

The room Tom arranged was spacious and well lit, and the bedding was all brand new. The conditions were even better than his old home.

Zhao Ming lay down on the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

The gift package the system had left him before running away included two prize wheels, but he could only draw from them after awakening his martial soul. Before going out to buy whale glue, he would draw the prizes first.

The two prize wheels floated in Zhao Ming's spiritual space. They had been gray before, but now they had turned rainbow-colored.

With a thought from Zhao Ming, the wheel on the left began to spin.

After roughly ten seconds, the wheel stopped, and a mass of information flooded into Zhao Ming's spiritual space: [Congratulations, you have obtained the Introductory Chapter of the Supreme Clarity Lineage's Alchemy Method.]

Zhao Ming hurriedly examined it. Countless methods for refining pills, along with all kinds of medicinal herbs needed for them and their substitutes, were imprinted directly into Zhao Ming's soul.

Furthermore, this inheritance came with a fire-controlling art called the Yin-Yang Flame-Gathering Art. It could condense one yin flame and one yang flame, making it the most suitable alchemy fire for cultivators below the Celestial Immortal realm.

Zhao Ming's eyes lit up. A Celestial Immortal from the Primordial World would at least be a supreme God King in Douluo, right? In his hands, this flame would be far more than merely an alchemy flame.

The first prize wheel had given him such a huge surprise that Zhao Ming looked forward to the second wheel even more. With another thought, the second wheel began spinning rapidly.

A moment later, just as the wheel was about to stop on the Jade Clarity Talisman Compendium, a strange fluctuation suddenly appeared. The pointer was forcibly shifted forward by a large space and landed on the Shangqing Sword Technique: Introductory Chapter.

Then a figure appeared within Zhao Ming's spiritual sea. The man rode a pitch-black tiger. His face was as dark as charcoal, his beard thick and black, his leopard eyes wide with fury, and his expression stern and fierce. He carried an innate aura of slaughter and balefulness. He wore an iron crown, golden armor, and a black brocade Daoist robe over it, with a jade belt at his waist and green-cloud battle boots on his feet—a half-immortal, half-general appearance.

"I am Zhao Gongming of the Intercepting Sect. The sword arts of our Shangqing lineage are not limited to sword cultivation. They are all-encompassing arts of combat and killing. Boy, watch closely!"

With that, Zhao Gongming leaped down from the black tiger. Wielding a golden whip, he moved with such force that the weapon whistled through the air. To be honest, Zhao Ming could not really understand it, but it looked incredibly cool.

Zhao Gongming knew he could not understand it either. After finishing the demonstration, every move and stance was directly imprinted deep into Zhao Ming's soul. Then Zhao Gongming gave Zhao Ming a deep look before vanishing.