"You can release your Martial Soul and let it sense for itself. Some compatibility comes from instinctive resonance. It will give you the most direct feedback."
The Spirit Transmitter spoke in a low voice from beside him.
Tang Wulin took a deep breath. With a thought, a dim blue glow rose from his palm. Slender strands of Blue Silver Grass spread and unfurled from his hand, a faint scent of vegetation diffusing through the room.
The moment the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul fully manifested, it began to tremble slightly. Invisible spiritual fluctuations spread outward, resonating from afar with the four Soul Spirit projections on the screen.
The other three Soul Spirits produced only faint ripples. Only the Radiant Huangyun Tadpole's projection abruptly brightened. Their auras drew toward one another through the soul-guided light screen, like magnets attracting each other.
Tang Wulin's heart stirred. This was an instinctive signal from his Martial Soul, as though telling him that the one before him was the Soul Spirit best suited to him.
Having received the resonance from his Martial Soul, he raised his hand and pointed at the creamy-yellow projection on the screen, his tone certain.
"Senior Spirit Transmitter, I choose that one."
The Spirit Transmitter followed his finger toward the screen, his expression solemn. He did not rashly agree.
This thing was a creature from another plane, much like Jiu'er, though its appearance was somewhat abstract.
Researchers had studied its blood but had failed to make heads or tails of it. They knew only that its blood affected creatures other than itself, sometimes causing incoherent babbling, sometimes sudden fits of wild laughter.
"Think this through. Once a Soul Spirit Contract is established, there is no going back. Even if your auras are compatible, fusion will still produce impacts on both your