Heaven Dou Empire, Nuoding City.
“Blue Silver Grass, a useless Martial Soul.” Inside the low wooden hut, Su Yuntao coldly declared Russell’s Martial Soul.
He took the crystal ball and said routinely, “Test your Soul Power.” Russell was a fair-faced, rather ordinary-looking youth among the crowd, with only a pair of pitch-black eyes shining brightly.
Yet, upon hearing Su Yuntao’s merciless verdict, the light in his eyes dimmed considerably.
Clutching his last hope, he placed his hand on the crystal ball.
The feedback was a cool touch, and the massive crystal ball emitted a faint glow.
If not for being so close, Russell might have thought it was merely reflected light.
“Innate Soul Power, level one.” Su Yuntao let out a soft exclamation, surprised to encounter a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul that possessed Soul Power.
But that was all.
He waved his hand.
“Alright, go register over there.
Next.” There was no need for further words.
With innate level one Soul Power, it would be difficult to break through level thirty in this lifetime.
It couldn’t even compare to his own innate level three Soul Power, which allowed him to remain as an attendant at the Spirit Hall branch.
Truly living up to the name of the useless Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
Russell clutched his Martial Soul certificate and stumbled out of the Spirit Hall in a daze.
The sunlight shone on his face, feeling unbearably harsh.
How annoying!
Why did he have to transmigrate?
Walking along the bustling street, Russell’s thoughts drifted back to a month ago.
He had persisted in playing a game for three years, finally outlasting all the big spenders and was about to dominate as the number one player on the entire server.
But in his excitement, he suddenly felt dizzy.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become an orphaned youth in Nuoding City.
Transmigrating was one thing…
“But of all things, my Martial Soul had to be Blue Silver Grass.” Russell sighed helplessly.
Unlike Tang San, he had no Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, nor did he possess Twin Martial Souls.
From the memories he inherited, with innate level one Soul Power, it would take at least five or six years just to cultivate to level ten, let alone obtaining his first Soul Ring to become a formal Soul Master.
With such talent, how was he supposed to survive in this feudal-era empire in the future?
Returning home—a stone house located in a remote alley with a small courtyard, narrow and dim—the only commendable thing was that the property rights belonged entirely to Russell.
Entering the small courtyard, Russell returned to the musty-smelling room, frowned slightly, then moved a stool to sit in the yard.
Under the sun, he summoned his Martial Soul.
“Blue Silver Grass.” Looking at the Martial Soul that was sky blue all over, with silver light shimmering on both sides of its leaves, Russell tried to control the Blue Silver Grass to move according to his will.
After concentrating, the blue leaves trembled slightly before returning to stillness.
Russell couldn’t even tell if it was the result of his control or just a gentle breeze.
“No wonder it’s called a useless Martial Soul.
It can’t attach like a Beast Martial Soul to enhance physical constitution, nor can it be simply controlled like a Tool Martial Soul for direct offense or defense.” “Before obtaining a Soul Ring, it’s too damp to even use as firewood.” Russell withdrew his Martial Soul.
He had read the original Douluo Dalu and many fanfictions, knowing that the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was best suited for the path of life.
But obviously, a Blue Silver Grass following the life path would lack combat effectiveness in the early stages.
Moreover, with his innate level one Soul Power, he wasn’t sure if he could even cultivate to the level of a Soul Elder.
Unless the first two Soul Rings attached to the Blue Silver Grass came from top-tier plant Soul Beasts with strong vitality, allowing the Blue Silver Grass to evolve, or unless Russell had the fortune to obtain an Immortal Herb—only then would he have a chance to defy fate.
But then again, with only innate first-level Soul Power, how could Russell possibly get someone to help him hunt top-tier plant Soul Beasts?
With his utter poverty?
Empty pockets?
He didn’t possess Tang San’s pharmaceutical skills either, so he couldn’t trick Dugu Bo.
How could he venture deep into the Sunset Forest to search for Immortal Herbs?
“So difficult.” Russell sighed dejectedly, lowering his head to stare at the ground.
The small courtyard, neglected for years, was overgrown with Blue Silver Grass and various weeds.
Tiny insects flitted in the shadows, weaving through the grass blades and flower spikes.
His gaze settled on a patch of Blue Silver Grass, and a line of text appeared before his eyes.
[Synthesize?] An illusion?
No!
His cheat had arrived!
Russell sprang up in delight and quickly crouched down to examine it closely.
In his field of vision, the words “Synthesize?” shifted direction as he moved, as if projected onto his retina.
Shifting his gaze, Russell realized that as long as he stared at any object within his sight for more than three seconds, the prompt to synthesize would appear.
“Some kind of synthesis-type cheat?
Feels so familiar…” Russell pondered silently, then suddenly had an epiphany: “Isn’t this the synthesis module from the wizard game I’ve been playing!” The game he played was relatively niche.
Players had to role-play as a wizard apprentice, completing quests and spending money to acquire spell runes and improve their wizardry skills.
The synthesis module was a boon for hardcore grinders, helping players perfectly synthesize materials with a minuscule chance of obtaining potion recipes.
“I wonder what it’ll synthesize.” Russell focused on two stalks of Blue Silver Grass and tried confirming the synthesis in his mind, but the two stalks remained completely still.
“Do I need to pull them out?” Russell guessed, gripping the stem of a Blue Silver Grass with his right hand and yanking hard.
“So hard to pull.” It didn’t come out on the first try.
Russell took a deep breath and pulled again.
The soil around the Blue Silver Grass bulged, revealing its slender roots.
With a final forceful tug, dirt flew everywhere, and he finally pulled it out.
Sitting on the ground with the Blue Silver Grass in hand, Russell looked at its slender yet vigorous roots and sighed: “Truly worthy of being the Blue Silver Grass that blankets the continent, with such well-developed roots.
What a pity…” Russell summoned his Martial Soul.
“Why doesn’t my Blue Silver Grass have a root part?” Does that make sense?
“Or maybe I’m the equivalent of the root part?” Thinking about it carefully, it made a lot of sense.
The nutrients for the growth of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul—Soul Power—were absorbed from Russell’s body.
“Soul Power as nutrients, meridians as roots, the body as soil, nourishing the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul?” Russell’s thoughts wandered, and he found his idea quite interesting.
If the opportunity arose in the future, he could test whether it had any effect on cultivation.
He continued pulling grass.
This time, he wised up and tried channeling his faint Soul Power to his right hand.
As his strength concentrated, he easily pulled out the Blue Silver Grass.
“Now, confirm synthesis!” Russell brought the two stalks of Blue Silver Grass close together.
A shimmering white light flashed, and three brown square grids briefly appeared before his eyes.
The two stalks of Blue Silver Grass were placed in the slightly smaller grids on either side.
The edges of the grids turned gray, displaying the name of the Blue Silver Grass.
[Blue Silver Grass] Category: Weed.
Quality: Inferior (Gray) Traits: Vigorous Life, Environmental Adaptation.
The data card flashed briefly, transforming into information that flowed into his mind.
The synthesizer activated, and the central grid erupted with white light, revealing a noticeably sturdier stalk of Blue Silver Grass.
[Super Blue Silver Grass] Category: Weed containing faint energy.
Quality: Inferior ~ Common (Gray ~ White) Traits: Vigorous Life+, Environmental Adaptation+ Evaluation: A low-grade weed, mediocre as a synthesis material.
The faint energy it generates is mild in nature—perhaps suitable for feeding pigs.