Martial Soul Materialization, Planting the Martial Soul

"Today is the last day of the Kaihuang era. Tomorrow, the Daye era begins,

and that will mark the official start of the countdown for the Yang family's rule."

It was New Year's Eve, a time when he should have been happy, but Zhang Sheng had instead grown somewhat worried. That made the people around him worry too, thinking something was about to happen.

"Eldest Son of the Zhang Family! What's wrong? You look like you have a lot on your mind."

"Uh! Hehe! Uncle Dashan! I'm fine. I was just lost in thought.

Today is the last day of the year. Let's just enjoy our food and drink. Tomorrow will be a new beginning."

Seeing that Zhang Sheng had no intention of saying more, Uncle Dashan felt it would be inappropriate to ask again. So he joined in the drinking, and the atmosphere immediately livened up.

New Year's Eve in this era was certainly not as lively as it was in later times, when all kinds of fireworks and entertainment dazzled the eyes.

But a scene so simple and warm was also hard to find in later times.

After Zhang Sheng and the others happily saw out the Kaihuang era, the imperial edict was duly delivered to every prefecture and county, changing the era name from Kaihuang to Daye. It also told everyone that the new emperor's grand ambitions had officially begun.

Zhang Sheng did not spare much thought for the changes taking place outside. In any case, there were still several peaceful years ahead.

For now, he only wanted to develop properly. Only when he was strong enough could he truly take control of his own fate.

Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, two months had gone by. The weather gradually began to warm, and all things began to vie with one another in their revival.

A vibrant scene of life could be found everywhere, and on that very day, Zhang Sheng's long-awaited breakthrough finally arrived.

That morning, Zhang Sheng was cultivating in his bedroom as usual when he suddenly felt the Soul Power inside him begin to stir restlessly.

With his experience in cultivation, he immediately understood that he was about to break through.

He did not dare waste any time. After calming himself, he began doing his utmost to guide the breakthrough.

With Zhang Sheng actively guiding the process, the absorption and refinement of power became even faster.

In just half an hour, Zhang Sheng successfully broke through to level 11, marking his official entry into the ranks of Soul Masters.

Of course, Zhang Sheng's breakthrough did not end with his Soul Power reaching level 11.

The moment he broke through, a piece of information appeared in his mind, concerning his Soul Skill.

Zhang Sheng no longer had time to be happy about his breakthrough. He wanted to see what his Soul Skill was.

Time passed, second by second, and Zhang Sheng slowly opened his eyes.

Joy and disappointment alternated on his face before it finally grew calm.

"I didn't expect my first Soul Skill to be a support-type Soul Skill-Baptism of Life.

Although it isn't a combat-type skill, it might be better suited to me as I am now.

And this Soul Skill was actually granted directly by my Martial Soul. No wonder the Martial Soul materialized."

After thinking a few things through, Zhang Sheng was no longer disappointed that he had not obtained a combat-type Soul Skill. After all, Blue Silver Grass was more inclined toward the support type.

Once he knew what his Soul Skill was, Zhang Sheng summoned his Martial Soul.

His Martial Soul now looked entirely like a real Blue Silver Grass plant. Its blue leaves swayed gently, and he could even feel them when he touched them.

"Since you're no different from a real plant, I wonder what would happen if I planted you?"

Zhang Sheng was not one to drag his feet. He acted as soon as the thought occurred to him, grasping his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul and preparing to plant it in the courtyard.

When he opened the door and was about to go, he ran into Lan Xin, who was walking toward him.

"Young master! You're awake. The hot water is ready, so you can go wash up!"

By now, she and her sister had learned Zhang Sheng's routine. He usually came out of his room at around this time.

So she and her younger sister only needed to come and wait for him at this hour, without being too early or too late.

"Oh, it's you, Lan Xin! Wait a moment. I have something to take care of first."

Zhang Sheng had already grown accustomed to being waited on by them, so he no longer felt awkward about it. After saying a few words,

he walked into the courtyard, found an empty patch with a fair amount of sunlight, and prepared to plant the Blue Silver Grass.

Lan Xin, standing nearby, was a little curious about what her young master was doing so early in the morning.

"Young master! What are you doing?"

"Lan Xin! Find me a tool. I want to plant it here."

"Oh! All right!"

Lan Xin quickly found a tool and brought it over. Zhang Sheng took it and began digging into the ground.

Before long, he had dug a small hole. Then he planted the Blue Silver Grass he was holding and covered it with soil.

He watered it as well. Now all he could do was wait and see what changes would occur.

"Young master! What kind of grass is this? Why is it blue?"

"I found it by chance. I don't know what it is either, so I gave it a name: Blue Silver Grass."

"Mm! It's quite pretty. My sister and I will take good care of it, young master, so don't worry."

Seeing how seriously Lan Xin spoke, Zhang Sheng did not offer much explanation.

After all, Blue Silver Grass was his Martial Soul, so he was not afraid that they would kill it while caring for it.

Thus, after Zhang Sheng planted the Blue Silver Grass, Lan Xin and Lan Yun had an additional daily task: taking care of it.

They enjoyed it, though. For no other reason than that, at Zhang Sheng's place, all they really did was eat and play.

They were rarely asked to do anything, and after a while, they felt ill at ease, even a little insecure.

Now that they finally had a proper task, how could they not do it well? Although it was only watering the Blue Silver Grass, it was at least some comfort.

As for Zhang Sheng, ever since he had planted his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, he had discovered that his cultivation speed seemed to be back to what it had been in the forest.

The change left Zhang Sheng both excited and delighted. During the time he had spent cultivating at home,

his speed had fallen by several tenths. Now that it had recovered, how could he not be happy?

Besides these things, Zhang Sheng had also been pondering something lately. In the past, he had not had the necessary conditions,

so he had not done it. Now, however, his Soul Skill had given him the confidence to do it, and his thoughts had begun to stir again.

What was it? To explain that, he had to go back to his time on Douluo Continent. As it happened, he had been rather lucky.

When he went to obtain his First Soul Ring, he had encountered a Soul Master in the Soul Hunting Forest who was also hunting for a soul.

That Soul Master had failed in his hunt and been killed, his corpse bitten to pieces.

One of his hands had been tossed near Zhang Sheng, and it happened to be the hand wearing a Soul Tool.

Faced with this windfall from the heavens, Zhang Sheng had been sorely tempted, but the Soul Beast was not far away.

The slightest movement could have cost him his life there, so he had not dared move a muscle.

Fortunately, the Soul Beast had left after eating the man, and Zhang Sheng had immediately rejoiced.

He hurriedly put the Soul Tool away and left the place at once.

After finding somewhere safe, he wanted to see what he had gained. He soon found some gold and silver coins inside.

There were also some clothes, and finally, he discovered a book inside. To his surprise, it recorded the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's body-refining method.

That had filled Zhang Sheng with joy, but his happiness had soon faded when he discovered that he simply could not afford to use it.

It consumed too many resources, and cultivating it directly could easily injure the body, so in the end he had dropped the matter.

Now he had thought of it again, and there was a chance he could make it happen. How could he not be tempted?