"All the Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast in this valley have come out." Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the trembling Blue Silver Grass on the ground, and spoke calmly.
He turned his head to look at Lin Kong beside him, his tone questioning. "Why did you specifically seek out this place?"
Lin Kong didn't answer directly, but instead looked up at him. "Senior should know that my Martial Soul is Dark Blue Silver Grass, which mutated from the most ordinary Blue Silver Grass."
"So what?" Sword Douluo raised an eyebrow slightly. Mutated Martial Soul are not uncommon in the Soul Master World; each has its own mysteries.
Lin Kong said no more, and with a thought, he summoned his Martial Soul.
In an instant, dozens of stalks of pure Blue Silver Grass sprouted from the ground, swaying gently. He casually picked one up and offered it to Sword Douluo, his voice calm yet carrying a hint of certainty. "Senior, please take a look. Is my Dark Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul special enough?"
Sword Douluo's gaze fell on the Dark Blue Silver Grass, and his pupils contracted slightly.
The blades of grass were covered with fine black and white stripes, with a few faint golden veins interspersed among the stripes. The blades themselves had a translucent quality, like shards of glass, and shimmered with a cold luster in the dim light.
" Mutated Martial Soul are inherently diverse and each has its own characteristics." Sword Douluo withdrew his gaze, his tone still calm, but with a hint of seriousness.
Lin Kong looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Then, senior, have you ever seen a dark-attribute Martial Soul bearing a golden mark?"
Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo shook his head without hesitation.
Darkness and light are inherently opposites. Golden marks are often associated with emperors and the light itself, so how could the two appear on the same Martial Soul?
"Because my Dark Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is different from ordinary Martial Soul," Lin Kong said slowly, his voice carrying a profound meaning, "Deep within its bloodline lies the legacy of the Blue Silver King."
He deliberately concealed the title " Blue Silver Emperor," referring to him only as " Blue Silver King "—some secrets were not yet ready to be revealed.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Kong slowly closed his eyes.
He took a step and walked towards the center of the valley. The Dark Blue Silver Grass around him began to sway gently and rhythmically with his steps, and the golden patterns on the grass blades glowed slightly, creating a strange resonance with the fluorescence of the Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast around him.
Lin Kong's Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline is too shallow, so thin that it is almost dissipating into the dark attribute of his Martial Soul. We must find a way to purify and activate it.
With Ah Yin not by his side, trying to take her back from the Titan Giant Ape was nothing short of a pipe dream. After much thought, he could only pin his hopes on the Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast settlement in front of him.
The Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast here are nothing compared to those in the legendary Blue Silver Forest; they are like fireflies compared to the bright moon.
It's worth a try, isn't it?
If he could truly improve even a trace of his Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline through this, it would be an unexpected bonus; even if he ultimately gained nothing, it would only be a waste of some time, which wouldn't be a loss for him.
Lin Kong strolled to the center of the hundred-year-old Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast and slowly sat down cross-legged.
He didn't know where to start, so he simply abandoned all distractions and entered a meditative state. The Dark Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul around him gently stretched out, swaying together with the Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast under his feet. He emptied his mind, trying to shed his identity as Soul Master and simply blend into this tranquil community as a Blue Silver Grass.
One day, two days, three days...
Time slipped away quietly in the valley's tranquility; though only three days had passed, it felt like half a century had gone by.
Lin Kong remained seated cross-legged, completely still. An ordinary person would be starving and exhausted after three days of fasting, but he sat quietly like a stone statue rooted to the earth, his breathing remarkably steady. His vital signs were entirely sustained by the nutrients that the Dark Blue Silver Grass around him absorbed from the soil, just like a true plant that only needed to deeply root itself in the soil to live and die on its own, without needing human food.
The Sword Douluo, who was guarding not far away, possessed an even more astonishing level of patience.
Perhaps, for a Titled Douluo who is devoted to the way of the sword, patience is an instinct etched into his bones. He is passionate about the sword and unmoved by external things. The noise of the outside world or the passage of time are nothing but fleeting clouds to him.
And so, Sword Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching for three days.
Finally, change quietly arrived.
The first to show unusual activity was the hundred-year-old Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast closest to Lin Kong. Its originally outstretched leaves slowly drooped towards Lin Kong. The movement was so gradual that it was almost imperceptible at first glance. However, when Sword Douluo focused his attention and looked closely, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a storm of shock surged in his heart.
"This is... a sign of submission?" His voice was low, filled with disbelief and astonishment.
As if in response to his whisper, the Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast gently swayed its leaves, as if nodding. Then, a chain reaction suddenly erupted— the Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast that were nearby bowed one after another, their leaves drooping, their posture respectful.
This scene was like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples that spread from Lin Kong to the entire valley.
In a short while, all the Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast covering the mountains and plains lowered their leaves, like subjects paying homage to a king, surrounding Lin Kong in the very center.
" Lin Kong... he conquered all the Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast here?" Sword Douluo muttered to himself, his gaze falling on the dark Blue Silver Grass surrounding Lin Kong, and he suddenly realized, "Is it because the bloodline of the Blue Silver King flows within his Dark Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?"
After the initial shock, new questions arose in my mind.
These Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast have already submitted, but what's next?
What tangible benefits could this submission bring to Lin Kong?
Sword Douluo patiently waited for another three days.
On this day, the second change finally occurred.
It was still that same hundred-year-old Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast that had submitted first. From the tip of its leaves, a faint blue light slowly emerged. The light was so faint as to be almost transparent, like morning dew, that it floated up and eventually gently merged into the Dark Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul beside Lin Kong.
The faint blue light had a negligible effect on Lin Kong's Dark Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
But he couldn't resist the fact that all the Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast in the entire valley were offering him wisps of light.
Before we knew it, the sky had completely darkened, and the sky above the valley was covered by thick clouds, so that not even a sliver of moonlight could penetrate.
Just then, the ground suddenly burst forth with dazzling blue light. The light was scattered, but it quickly gathered into a babbling stream and then into a rushing river, like an inverted Milky Way, carrying a powerful life force, rushing into Lin Kong's limbs and bones.
Every ray of blue light seeping into his body was slowly nourishing and purifying the thin trace of Blue Silver Emperor inheritance deep within his bloodline; and a continuous stream of energy was flowing directly towards his Second Soul Ring —the white Soul Ring that originated from the Blue Silver Clan.
The Soul Ring seemed to come alive, first slowly expanding and enlarging its components, then gently contracting. With each breath, it resembled the breathing of a living being. Gradually, a faint pale yellow tinged out from the white aura of the Soul Ring; this yellow grew deeper and deeper, eventually completely replacing the original pure white.
The ten-year Blue Silver Grass Soul Ring was actually upgraded to the hundred-year level!
Sword Douluo, who was standing guard to the side, was already dumbfounded.
Having lived for nearly a century and witnessed countless strange and wondrous events in the Soul Master World, this was the first time he had ever seen Soul Ring that could autonomously increase its age and change its color.
Bloodline enhancement, Soul Ring evolution!
Everything proceeded according to Lin Kong's plan.