Off to Nuoding City! The Tomb-Raiding Captain!!

Old Jack, standing nearby, stiffened his neck and retorted:

"Bullshit! They must all be children from our Holy Soul Village!!"

He was as worked up as if someone had stolen his wife.

"Enough. Both villages have a child with innate full soul power, but unfortunately, the child from Holy Soul Village has blue silver grass, a trash martial soul."

Su Yuntao shook his head and spoke with a look of regret.

Then, without another word, he turned and left the village.

Only the two old men and the nine children who had just come out remained.

Old Jack's face had fallen, and he was still questioning his entire existence.

Old Jerry, meanwhile, seemed to have become ten years younger.

With his walking stick in hand, he strode briskly to the wooden hut's entrance.

"Hahaha! Little Mo! Do you really have innate full soul power? What's your martial soul? Hurry and tell Grandpa!!"

Old Jerry's face was flushed with excitement as he asked eagerly.

"Grandpa, mine is a high-grade beast martial soul—the blazing sun serpent."

Lin Mo answered with a smile.

Although it was not a top-tier beast martial soul,

a high-grade martial soul was already an exceedingly rare sight in a remote mountain village.

"Hahaha! Good! This year's only work-study place in our village goes to you, Little Mo!"

He did not know what a blazing sun serpent was, but knowing it was a high-grade martial soul was enough!

Old Jerry was grinning so hard his teeth almost fell out.

He even remembered to turn toward Old Jack behind him and boast:

"Before long, our Soul Emperor Village can change its name to Soul Saint Village. No, wait! Soul Douluo Village! Come on, Little Mo. Grandpa will stew some meat for you tonight!!"

Taking Lin Mo by the hand, the old man and the boy left, chatting and laughing.

Hearing the laughter drifting back from afar, Tang San ran up to Old Jack.

"Grandpa Jack, the Lord Soul Master said mine is a trash martial soul, but I still want to go to school."

By now, he had developed an intense interest in martial souls.

Especially since that boy his own age had seemed even more powerful than him.

"Good boy! You've got ambition! Our Holy Soul Village has a work-study place too. We're no worse than anyone else! You must outshine the village next door!"

Seeing the longing in Tang San's eyes, Old Jack pulled himself together and spoke firmly.

Then he led Tang San into the village, presumably to persuade Tang Hao.

That evening.

Soul Emperor Village.

Lin Mo finished a feast celebrating his future rise to glory.

Clutching his bulging belly, he returned to the little grassy patch at the village entrance to enjoy the cool air.

Tossing the Silver Soul Coin in his hand, he sat down cross-legged.

"Looks like my Eye of Myriad Phenomena really can copy everything."

Lin Mo gently brushed his reddish-gold eyes.

After an afternoon of experiments, he had discovered that he could copy almost anything a living being possessed.

The Silver Soul Coin in his hand, for instance.

He had gotten it off Grandpa Jerry.

Although he could only pick two out of three at most,

and he could only trigger his Innate Soul Skill once per target,

that was still enough.

After all, most people did not have many things of value on them.

The villagers, for instance, had nothing worth taking.

"Let's see what good stuff there is in the Tang Sect Secret Arts Tang San contributed."

Putting away the Silver Soul Coin, Lin Mo slowly closed his eyes and entered a meditative state.

In an instant, memories surfaced in his mind as though they had always been there.

"Mysterious Heaven Skill," "Mysterious Jade Hand," "Purple Demon Eye," "Complete Compendium of Heavenly Treasures," "Complete Compendium of Rare Flowers and Herbs," "Poison Arts," "Medicine Arts"...

Vast amounts of information appeared one after another, leaving him momentarily overwhelmed.

Only after a long while did Lin Mo slowly open his reddish-gold eyes.

"Phew~ These Tang Sect Secret Arts are pretty good. Mysterious Heaven Skill will make a decent meditation method for cultivating soul power."

"Purple Demon Eye can also add flowers to the brocade of my Eye of Myriad Phenomena."

"The Complete Compendium of Rare Flowers and Herbs will help me snatch Tang San's immortal herbs before he gets them. Perfect. Absolutely perfect!!"

At that thought, the corners of his mouth could not help curling upward.

Using Tang San's techniques to snatch Tang San's opportunities—just thinking about it sent him soaring with delight!!

But when Lin Mo looked up and saw the moon already hanging high in the sky, he knew it was late and time to head home.

"I'll try cultivating tomorrow~ If I don't go back soon, Grandpa Jerry will come looking for me."

Standing up and brushing off his backside, Lin Mo headed back into the village.

Over the following days, he practiced Purple Demon Eye every morning.

He spent the rest of his time training his body and familiarizing himself with his martial soul.

He also practiced Mysterious Heaven Skill and some of the other Tang Sect techniques.

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

Early that morning, Lin Mo got up to cultivate as usual.

But Old Jerry, who had risen even earlier, stopped him.

Today, he wore clean clothes and looked bright and spirited, his face full of smiles.

"Little Mo! Don't go out to play today. Grandpa's taking you into the city to enroll at the Junior Soul Master Academy!"

Picking up the bundle he had prepared long ago, he took Lin Mo by the hand and headed out.

Along the way, Old Jerry told him a few things about the outside world.

Basic knowledge about soul masters, academies, soul rings, and so on.

But his limited experience meant that Old Jerry only half understood much of what he explained.

Even so, Lin Mo listened with great interest.

After all, his own knowledge of this world barely scratched the surface.

He was not particularly clear on the finer details.

Inside Nuoding City.

Once they entered the city, Lin Mo's eyes wandered everywhere.

They barely stopped for a moment, his reddish-gold eyes occasionally flashing with a sharp gleam.

Clean streets, bustling streams of carriages and people, thriving shops.

Everything felt novel to him, as though he had stepped into an ancient dynasty.

Seeing the boy beside him looking around with such curiosity, Old Jerry smiled and said:

"Little Mo, once you obtain a soul ring, you can become a noble soul master! Then you'll receive a subsidy of one Gold Soul Coin every month."

He pointed to the dazzling array of little goods and food on either side of the street.

"You'll be able to afford all these things in the future!"

One Gold Soul Coin a month was enough for an ordinary person to live quite comfortably.

That was also why everyone wanted to become a soul master.

Lin Mo looked at the ragged clothes he and Old Jerry were wearing.

Then he took a gold coin straight out of his pocket and asked:

"A Gold Soul Coin? Grandpa Jerry, do you mean this?"

The coin glittered gold in the sunlight, like a work of art.

Old Jerry's eyes went wide at the sight!

Almost without hesitation, he hurriedly covered the boy's hand.

He scooped him up, tucked him under his arm, and ran to a corner with fewer people.

"Little Mo! W-where did you get this Gold Soul Coin?!!"

Old Jerry gripped the boy's shoulders and asked in an agitated voice.