Douluo: I am the True Master

Ah Yin listened to Ye Wen's explanation with eyes sparkling in admiration. It was incredible that the soul skill Ye Wen had obtained matched his expectations perfectly.

After all, on the Douluo Continent, the soul skills acquired by soul masters were largely random. No one could be certain of the exact soul skill they would gain—it was all about hunting suitable spirit beasts to obtain compatible soul skills.

A hint of pride flickered in Ye Wen's eyes, but he didn't act like an ordinary child, shouting or jumping in excitement. Instead, he calmly coordinated with Ah Yin to set up a night watch schedule. By now, it was already dark, and returning to human society with their small frames was simply impossible.

The Spirit Hunting Forest was dangerous enough during the day, but at night, it became a paradise for nocturnal spirit beasts—and a living hell for humans. In such pitch-black conditions, no one could stand against these creatures.

Fortunately, their luck held strong. Not only had they successfully hunted the necessary soul ring on their first day, but the night passed without incident.

Early the next morning, the two left the Spirit Hunting Forest in an orderly fashion. Guarding the entrance were still the same old guard and the young man. Ye Wen felt deep gratitude toward the old guard. If not for his tip about where the Qing Nang Beast often appeared, Ye Wen might have wandered aimlessly in the forest for days, wasting time and risking danger.

"Thank you for your help yesterday, Uncle," Ye Wen said politely, expressing his heartfelt gratitude.

Looking at this boy who had left such a deep impression on him, the old guard sighed with emotion. He hadn't expected the boy to return so quickly after just one day. Still, he remained calm, as they weren't related.

However, feeling a sense of responsibility as a senior commoner soul master, he decided to offer some advice. "Even though you've obtained your first soul skill, don't get too carried away. There are many powerful individuals in this world. But now that you've gained your first soul ring, you can register at the Spirit Hall. You'll receive one gold coin per month, which will make life easier."

Though this information was basic knowledge for soul masters, Ye Wen felt warmth in his heart. In his past life, he had grown up in an orphanage, unaware of his parents. Understanding the harshness of society, he had buried himself in relentless study to change his fate—only to overwork himself to death. In those fleeting twenty-some years, very few people had treated him kindly, aside from his dorm mates. Thus, Ye Wen silently resolved that if he ever gained the ability, he wouldn't hesitate to lend a hand to the old guard.

After exchanging a few more words, Ye Wen and Ah Yin set off on the road back to Notting Junior Academy.

Along the way, Ye Wen reflected on his shortcomings. While he possessed wisdom far beyond this era, his combat abilities were lacking. Alone, he couldn't handle everything—he needed to cultivate allies. Otherwise, his progress in researching martial souls would be painfully slow, and he didn't want to become another Yu Xiaogang, peddling baseless theories.

True theory must be grounded in scientific evidence, data analysis, and minimal error rates. Anything less was tantamount to playing with lives.

"Brother, what's on your mind? You seem troubled."

Clearly noticing Ye Wen's distraction, Ah Yin curiously asked.

Ye Wen pondered for a moment before replying, "I plan to start cultivating disciples once we reach the third ring. We need to build our own team. Walking alone in human society is far too dangerous. Moreover, my future research on martial souls will require increasingly more data, and I can't handle everything by myself."

At the mention of such a troublesome matter, Ah Yin immediately lost interest. As a member of the Blue Silver Grass clan with her laid-back personality, she had never bothered cultivating subordinates. She simply lacked the so-called ambition.

Seeing Ah Yin revert to her usual apathetic state, Ye Wen's lips twitched, but he could do nothing about it.

Soon, the two returned to Notting Junior Academy. However, instead of rushing to register at the Spirit Hall to claim their monthly stipend, they took out a crystal ball used to measure soul power and tested themselves first.

**Ye Wen: Level 15 Soul Master** 

**Ah Yin: Level 15 Soul Master**

Their soul powers were nearly identical—a testament to their true innate full soul power talent. Without any additional soul power boosts from soul rings, both had managed to increase their levels by five within a year of cultivation.

As for Tang San? What kind of innate full soul power was that? At first, he was unremarkable, scrawny even. Only after practicing *Xuantian Gong* for a while did he begin to show signs of being unable to advance further. Despite his hard work, he barely kept up with Xiao Wu, who truly possessed innate full soul power.

Hmph. This is what real innate full soul power looks like (_).

But seeing such high soul power levels, Ye Wen fell into contemplation.

Before mastering precise control over their soul power output, neither of them could register at the Spirit Hall—doing so would expose their innate full soul power.

Thus, their immediate training goal was to fully control their soul power intensity to deceive the soul power detectors.

And this ability could last until they reached the Soul Elder level. By suppressing their soul power sufficiently, they could avoid being labeled as Soul Ancestors and continue receiving subsidies. How cool was that! Hahaha (.-`ω-)

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The days that followed were as monotonous as ever. Under the teachers' supervision, they studied basic soul master knowledge and quietly cultivated each day.

Soon, the second winter break arrived. Returning to the familiar Holy Spirit Village, they were greeted by the vast fields and beloved family members.

"Grandpa, I want to conduct an experiment. If it succeeds, we might be able to produce a few soul masters in our village."

In the middle of a warm family dinner, Ye Wen suddenly shared his idea for a hometown soul master cultivation plan with Ye Buyi.

For a moment, Ye Buyi didn't immediately agree. Instead, he stroked his long white goatee thoughtfully.

"How confident are you? I've lived a lifetime and never heard of artificially cultivating soul masters."

"Don't worry, Grandpa. Though it's just a hypothesis, this experiment won't put anyone's life in danger."

"Is that so… Then let's do it. Those villagers spend their days dreaming of nonsense, yet none of their children possess the aptitude to become soul masters. If you can give their descendants a chance to become soul masters, I doubt they'll refuse.

However, promise me, Little Wen—you mustn't do anything immoral. Otherwise, the Spirit Hall's soul masters will label you as a fallen soul master."

With a determined look, Ye Buyi solemnly agreed.

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