” From Su Yuntao, Russell learned the next submission deadline.
On his way out of the Spirit Hall, he kept pondering what to write.
“It definitely can’t deviate too far from the facts…
If it gets rejected, so be it—I can just write another article.
But if someone tries to imitate it and their Martial Soul develops problems, my reputation would become as foul as Yu Xiaogang’s.” Russell shook his head, dispelling the imagined scene from his mind.
“I don’t have a Holy Maiden or one of the Upper Three Sects backing me.
Safety first.
As for attracting attention…
I’ll write that the Blue Scale King’s Innate Soul Power is level seven.
That preserves the article’s persuasiveness without drawing the attention of the truly high-ranking figures.” Russell made his decision.
The nail that sticks out gets hammered down.
He wouldn’t gamble on how rulers in this feudal era might treat a genius.
Returning to the academy and avoiding Xiao Wu, Russell went to an empty classroom, took out paper and pen, and slowly wrote the title on the first line.
“On Several Possibilities of Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul Mutation and Evolution.” Russell nodded slightly.
“Using myself as an example, then writing a few speculations—as long as they’re reasonable, it should suffice.
The Martial Soul Gazette likely isn’t some authoritative newspaper anyway.
Besides, all crows under heaven are black…
I need another layer of precaution.” “Blue Silver Grass is ubiquitous.
When manifested as a Martial Soul, it mostly possesses no Soul Power.
In the rare cases it does, the Soul Power is often extremely low, making it difficult to cultivate to the Soul Master stage.
Thus, people call it a Waste Martial Soul.” “Martial Souls, as miracles from heaven, have not completely cut off the path for Blue Silver Grass Soul Masters.” “Blue Silver Grass possesses tenacious vitality.
Beyond the Far North, they can even be found at the foot of volcanoes, sufficiently demonstrating the resilient vitality of the Blue Silver Grass species.” “If one leverages strengths to offset weaknesses, enhancing it with plant-type Soul Rings known for vigorous vitality, Blue Silver Grass Soul Masters may gradually transform, achieving final evolution.” “This is not baseless talk.
The author himself is evidence.” …
“After two successive mutations, it transformed into a vine-type plant not inferior to high-grade Martial Souls.” “Furthermore, the author has heard of a group called The Fallen.
Some Soul Masters with blood-sucking plant Martial Souls who fall into depravity cultivate by absorbing the blood of other Soul Masters.
If a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master with a dark attribute were to fall, perhaps they could activate the Blue Silver Grass’s powerful absorption of life force and nutrients, awaken a devouring attribute, and transform into a Dark Blue Silver Grass.” Russell paused.
Writing this part might get it edited out, but it truly demonstrated the basis for his arguments.
Others might not understand the process of The Fallen—that is, Evil Soul Masters—falling into depravity, but the Spirit Hall must have conducted specialized research on it.
This is enough to show his speculations possess a certain degree of accuracy.
At worst, he might have his Martial Soul inspected later.
He’s planning to follow the life-attribute path anyway, so he’s not afraid of being targeted.
Russell continued writing: “The Fallen, their minds corrupted, are no longer human.
This is absolutely not the righteous path.” A bit of hedging to clarify his stance.
What follows is the substantial content.
“As is widely known, dragon-type Soul Beasts have bloodline distinctions: True Dragons, Sub-Dragons, Earth Dragons, Dragon Beasts, and Soul Beasts possessing scales.
Most other Soul Beasts also possess such bloodline differentiations.” “The author boldly speculates that plants also have distinctions in bloodline levels, but due to my limited knowledge, I propose a hypothesis: If a high-level plant-type Soul Master exerts suppression over a low-level plant-type Soul Master of the same Martial Soul, excluding the interference of Soul Power pressure, the correct answer can be derived.” “Alternatively, by grinding glass lenses into convex circular lenses and placing them inside a thin bamboo tube, adding another identical lens below…
then creating a simple plant slide…
using the lens to focus sunlight, one can observe the minute structures of plants…” “Named as cells…
differences in cell walls compared to other plants…
in an even smaller microscopic world…
the mysteries of bloodline…” Excellent.
Russell provided the method for making a microscope and thoughtfully included some basic biological knowledge.
He wasn’t worried that someone might make earth-shattering discoveries based on the microscope.
Currently, the education and environment of Soul Masters emphasized “survival of the fittest,” and few would delve into such “unconventional techniques.” Moreover, Russell deliberately ignored the influence of Soul Power.
Who knew what effects Soul Power might have on the microscopic world?
He left the consequences for others to worry about.
He did all this because, in his future research on Magic Potions, he would definitely need a set of precise experimental instruments.
With limited hands-on ability, he decided to gradually reveal the instruments he knew about, waiting for someone to replicate them so he could buy ready-made ones.
After finishing the article, Russell read it through and scratched his head.
“I got carried away while writing and forgot to hide my limitations in the latter half.
But the principle of the microscope is optics, which shouldn’t be wrong in the Douluo Continent.” To be safe, he still bought lenses and made a crude microscope.
After confirming it worked, he was satisfied and polished the article.
By the time he finished polishing, it was noon.
Golden sunlight slanted in through the window, dust dancing in the beams, a microscopic kingdom cycling through birth and decay.
Russell put down his pen, squinted his eyes, and raised a hand to block the sunlight.
His emotions still lingered in the article, his expression excited: “I wonder how much of a stir this article will cause.
I hope the major powers will take it seriously and hurry their research.
Once I’m strong enough, I’ll go steal their data and force them to research for me at knifepoint.” Russell’s adaptation to the “survival of the fittest” worldview seemed a bit too strong…
After finishing the article, Russell’s mind remained active, brimming with inspiration.
“Will there be a microscope Martial Soul in the future?
What would its Soul Skill be?
Could it see tiny particles?
Could it observe something smaller than quarks from my previous life?” “The difference between bloodline and genes likely lies in supernatural power.
The former is akin to a meme passed down among direct relatives, while the latter is the fundamental unit of inheritance and expression in flesh-and-blood life.
But there must be some commonality between the two!” “Soul Masters might discover that, as humans, they have different gene segments due to their Martial Souls and ancestors.
What about Soul Beasts?
If Soul Beasts with similar or complementary gene functions are detected, could it enhance Soul Masters’ understanding of Soul Rings and Soul Skills?” “Cloning technology goes against human ethics, but what about cloning Soul Beasts…
Oh, that’s still far off.
I doubt Soul Masters will become so bold anytime soon.” Russell reined in his wandering thoughts and stretched lazily.
“Ah!
I’m tired.
Time for a bite to eat.” He took out the cured meat and dried provisions, then pulled out vegetables like carrots and tossed them into the Synthesizer.
With a thought, a mixed vegetable juice from three kinds of vegetables flowed into the cup.
This was a small function Russell had discovered through experimentation over the past year.
While the Synthesizer was combining items, he could process them by imagining the desired method.
Physical changes like juicing, which didn’t alter the nature of the substances, were quite simple for the Synthesizer.
Frowning, he took a sip, then raised his cup toward the shadow on the blackboard from a distance.
“Bitter medicine is good medicine.
For balanced nutrition, cheers!”