8: C8 Third Simulation, Beautiful Shell,
Simulation End.
Fang Yuan looked at this simulation’s result with some speechlessness.
He had been killed by Bibi Dong yet again.
But…
“Having died twice in a row because of women, and in accordance with my life pattern—that’s no coincidence.
If I can’t find a way to break this cycle, my starting conditions for future simulations will only get worse.”
“Moreover, in this simulation, to avoid the fate of my life pattern, I could be said to have tried my best to please Qian Renxue.
Yet I was still restricted in every way.
In the end, I had to escape for the sake of the divine trial…”
After pondering for a moment, Fang Yuan looked at his rewards.
Score: 68 points.
You were born into poverty.
Though you awakened with innate full soul power, you were sold by your father and stepmother.
You were fortunate enough to be bought by Qian Renxue, disguised as the Heavenly Dou prince Xue Qinghe, but you had no control over your own fate.
You cultivated diligently, trying to defy heaven and change your destiny.
You won the championship in the High-Level Soul Master Tournament, yet still gained no freedom.
You tricked Qian Renxue into giving you the Vast Sea Cosmic Shield and fled to Sea God Island to obtain the Sea God’s Nine Trials, but in the end, you still met an untimely death…
Rewards: 13 Destiny Points, Spirit Condensation Wisdom Skull.
Destiny points had dropped again.
Without hesitation, Fang Yuan immediately took out the soul bone.
A skull-shaped object appeared in Fang Yuan’s hand, semi-transparent throughout, its texture like the finest emerald carving, emitting a faint cyan luster.
There was no level restriction for absorbing soul bones, but this type of mental skull bone had a mental strength requirement.
In the original story, Tang San had encountered a mental impact when absorbing the Spirit Condensation Wisdom Skull.
In truth, any soul beast over ten thousand years old would unleash a mental impact from the dead soul beast when absorbing either soul rings or soul bones.
Fang Yuan sighed.
This was a reward that couldn’t be directly converted into combat power right now, and might even invite disaster.
What he lacked most now wasn’t some Spirit Condensation Wisdom Skull—it was soul rings.
He currently had a martial soul and innate full soul power, but no soul rings.
And there were generally two ways to hunt for soul rings: first, going to the soul beast forest raised by the Spirit Hall, where most soul beasts had relatively low年限, suitable for novice soul masters to obtain their soul rings; second, going to wild soul beast gathering areas, where there were many types of soul beasts with varying年限, suitable for powerful soul masters who needed higher年限 soul rings.
However, Fang Yuan couldn’t use either of these methods.
First, he didn’t have a Spirit Hall token.
Second, going into the wild with no soul rings at all would be suicide.
Fang Yuan looked at the panel before him.
Maybe he should simulate once more…
But then Fang Yuan thought about his life patterns and decided to try a different route.
This time, Fang Yuan chose aptitude +7, comprehension +1, and family background +5.
With a slightly better family background this time, he could play it safe and develop slowly.
Even if his talent was a bit worse, the immortal herbs from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well would make up for it.
He refused to believe he couldn’t become a god.
Simulation Start
Host has drawn the life pattern: Beautiful Shell, Foolish Core
Fang Yuan looked at this life pattern, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart once more.
“Beautiful Shell” was easy enough to understand, but “Foolish Core”?
That didn’t sound like a good thing at all.
You were born into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Your mother was from a branch family of the sect, and your father was a battle soul master who had married into the sect.
They were overjoyed at your birth, and you began to grow up without a care in the world.
As you grew day by day, your appearance became more and more beautiful.
Yet your parents began to sigh with worry, because even at the age of two, you still couldn’t speak.
They thought you were a beautiful little fool.