Zhi Lin, the education committee member, looked at the Charmander standing in the center of the field, a hint of doubt appearing in his eyes.
" Lin Mo, your Martial Soul... it's both dragon-like and separated from your body."
As far as I know, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects, has a dragon-type martial soul as their inherited Martial Soul, and they also had a disciple whose Martial Soul was in a separate form.
You wouldn't happen to be... a long-lost disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, would you?
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Lin Mo's face, his brows furrowing slightly. "But shouldn't all the members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan have the surname 'Yu'?"
What's the deal with your surname being Lin?
Upon hearing this, Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a huge headache coming on. He quickly waved his hands, "Committee Member Zhi Lin, please don't misunderstand!"
I am not from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan; I only possess the Charmander due to Martial Soul Mutation.
The Charmander has absolutely no relation to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul family.
He took a deep breath, trying to make his explanation sound clearer:
"Furthermore, their family's Martial Soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, is of the Electric-type, while my Charmander is purely of the Fire-type."
Lin Mo felt extremely overwhelmed. If he were mistaken for a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, things would get really messed up.
His primary Soul Master Academy was Nuoding Academy, and coincidentally, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, the abandoned son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and known as the invincible master in theory, ended up as a guest at the Nuoding Academy.
Liu Erlong, who already had a relationship with Yu Xiaogang that Transcendence ethics, was also a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and the Martial Soul she possessed was Fire Dragon that was mutated from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
These coincidences are a bit too many.
This is one of the reasons why Lin Mo insisted on refusing to go to the Spirit Hall.
Although Yu Xiaogang claims to be an abandoned son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the people of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, especially his father Blue Lightning Yu Yuanzhen, have not actually abandoned him.
It's just that Yu Xiaogang himself gave up on himself.
Although not many people knew that Yu Xiaogang was in Nuoding City, he wasn't entirely unknown.
If Lin Mo really goes to the Spirit Hall, it's fine when the Charmander hasn't hatched yet, but after it hatches into Charmander, it will evolve into Charizard.
This kind of thing will definitely be reported up the chain of command, and it'll be fine if that crazy woman Bibi Dong doesn't Frisk out.
If she Frisk it, she will never let it go easily.
Firstly, there's a possibility that she might have the idea of getting Yu Xiaogang Martial Soul from Lin Mo to continue its mutation or evolution.
After all, she had never given up on Yu Xiaogang.
Secondly, if Bibi Dong were to mistake him for a descendant of Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong, that would be a huge problem.
Given Bibi Dong's increasingly erratic thinking, Lin Mo wouldn't be surprised by anything she did.
For Soul Master in the Douluo Continent, the best way to verify bloodline inheritance is through the Martial Soul of their descendants.
Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul is the Luo Sanpao, External Beast Martial Soul, while Liu Erlong's Martial Soul is Fire Dragon mutated from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
And your Martial Soul, Lin Mo, happens to be the Charmander, which is the same as Yu Xiaogang's External Beast Martial Soul, and you also come from Nuoding City, where Yu Xiaogang has been staying all these years.
Isn't this a coincidence...? With all these coincidences piled up, it's no surprise what Bibi Dong thinks of his identity.
Neither of these two scenarios is what Lin Mo wants to see, so he can only nip them in the bud at the source.
Upon hearing Lin Mo's explanation, the three education committee members exchanged glances and saw relief in each other's eyes.
Chief Meng Shenji nodded slightly, his expression relaxing again.
They were just asking casually, and if Lin Mo really was a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, given the astonishing talent he had displayed...
How could his family possibly let him wander outside and even send him to study under a healing-type Soul Douluo?
This is not in the interest of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
What outsiders don't know is that the master-disciple relationship between Lin Mo and Grandpa Ye Linyuan is not that of Soul Master, but rather the art of healing and saving lives.
With this in mind, the small doubts in the minds of the three education commissioners completely vanished.
For them, and for the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, the fact that Lin Mo had no connection with the Upper Three Sects was actually the best possible outcome.
Such a peerless genius, if he could stay wholeheartedly in the Heaven Dou Empire, that would be a blessing for Heaven Dou.
Zhi Lin, the Soul Douluo, looked at Lin Mo, his gentle smile returning to his face. He took two steps forward, his tone becoming calm again.
"Alright, little one, don't be nervous, we were just asking casually."
He changed the subject, "However, you little fellow have certainly piqued my interest."
A level 28 Soul Grandmaster at less than ten years old—just hearing about it is unbelievable.
As an old man, I want to personally test your foundation to see how solid it really is, and also to see roughly where your limits lie.
How about we treat this as... a simple entrance test for you?
Upon hearing this, Lin Mo felt not nervous at all, but rather a little expectant.
He had long wanted to experience firsthand the pressure that comes with being a high-level Soul Master.
This kind of pressure is quite beneficial for tempering one's will and figuring out the limits of one's own strength.
He remembered clearly that in another time and space, this Soul Douluo Zhi Lin his own Soul Power pressure to give Tang San considerable benefits.
He nodded without hesitation and bowed respectfully to Education Commissioner Zhi Lin. "Yes, Education Commissioner Zhi Lin, I'm willing to take the test. Thank you!"
Upon hearing this, Zhi Lin's eyes showed even greater appreciation. He said no more, but simply raised his right hand slightly.
The next moment, Lin Mo felt as if the air around him had suddenly become viscous, as if he had been plunged into a swamp.
A vast but not violent surge of Soul Power came from all directions like a tide, silently enveloping him and the Charmander.
This pressure wasn't a brutal impact, but rather an omnipresent squeezing, testing his Soul Power circulation and his body's endurance.
Almost the instant the pressure hit, Soul Douluo Zhi Lin quickly confirmed Lin Mo's Soul Power Level —it was indeed level twenty-eight, and he was on the verge of breaking through.
There was absolutely no exaggeration, which once again amazed him at the child's talent.
As an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, Zhi Lin's Soul Power is as vast as the sea.
However, he was worried that Lin Mo was too young to withstand the pressure all at once, so he controlled his Soul Power with great precision, only slowly increasing the pressure bit by bit.
He was highly focused, and if he noticed any signs that Lin Mo was about to give up, he could immediately withdraw his Soul Power to ensure that he would not be harmed in the slightest.
However, as time passed, the relaxed expression on Zhi Lin's face gradually disappeared, replaced by an increasingly deep sense of surprise.
In his mind, even if Lin Mo could hold on at this moment, his face should be tense, his Soul Power should be fully activated, and his body should be trembling slightly.
But the truth is completely different!
In the center of the arena, Lin Mo stood ramrod straight, his face showing no sign of pain, and even his breathing was relatively steady.
The Charmander at his feet was even more outrageous; aside from initially flicking its tail warily, it did nothing else.
Then, surprisingly... it lazily Yawn and scratched its chin with its paw, looking extremely relaxed and carefree.