Douluo's blood saw grass

Two months later.

early morning.

The majestic Piccolo City Wuhun Branch welcomed its first batch of pilgrims.

Fang Ze held his son Fang Ju's little hand and slowly climbed up the long stairs leading to the Hall of Soul Enlightenment. The sunlight poured down, sending a pair of shadows, one large and one small, farther and farther along the direction of the descent of the stairs.

"The Piccolo City Spirit Hall is just the lowest spirit hall, called the Spirit Branch Hall. There are countless Spirit Halls of this size on this continent. Even in the smallest city, there will be one like ours. A Spirit Hall of this scale exists." Fang Zhe introduced Fang Ju as he walked.

"Dad, what are the levels above?"

"Well, the next level up is the Wuhun Child Palace, and the next level up is the Wuhun Main Palace. At the level of the Wuhun Main Palace, it can only be found in big cities. And even higher up, there are Wuhuns unique to the capitals of various countries. The temple, in the end, is the holy place in the hearts of all soul masters: the Pope's Palace."

"Oh? Is it our hometown, the Pope's Palace in Wuhun City?"

"Yes, it's in our hometown, Wuhun City." Fang Zhe stopped and stroked Fang Ju's little head with his generous palm. His eyes were focused on the southwest for a long time, and the light of nostalgia and longing in his eyes never went out.

"The time is almost up, let's go quickly."

Fang Ju came to his senses and followed quickly.

Qihun Hall.

Fang Ju was dazzled, looking left and right. Even though it was not the first time he saw this kind of building with a strong religious style, Fang Ju was still surprised by its richness and majesty.

"How grand! This is actually only the lowest level of the Spirit Hall!" Fang Ju couldn't help but sigh.

Fang Ze didn't pay attention to his son's looking around. The first time he entered the Hall of Qihun, his performance was not as good as his! He was already better than his predecessor!

Fang Ze walked forward slowly, heading straight towards the square pillar about half a person's height under the dome.

Some things have been placed on the pillar: six black stones the size of fists, and a transparent crystal ball the size of a child's head.

No introduction from his father was needed. Fang Ju's mind had already flashed into Fang Ju's mind that the tools used by Su Yuntao to awaken the souls of the children in the Holy Soul Village in the original anime were exactly the same set on the pillar.

"Dad, I know. The black stone is used to help awaken the martial soul, and the big crystal ball is used to test the innate soul power."

"Well, it seems that you have read the enlightenment book that dad gave you before." Fang Ze smiled with satisfaction.

Fang Ju didn't answer, he just grinned and gave an ugly smile in response.

if not? How to answer? Can you tell the truth that you only use that book while sleeping on the table? The reason why you understand the function of these props is because you have read the original work? Crazy!

"Come on, son, come closer." Fang Zhe waved and directed Fang Ju to stand two meters away from the pillar.

"Are you ready?" Fang Zhe asked seriously.

"Yeah." Fang Ju nodded lightly.

"Remember what dad told you. No matter what happens, don't be nervous and stay calm! Dad is always there for everything!" Fang Ze instructed while placing six black stones around Fang Ju in the shape of a six-pointed star. shape.

Then he took two steps back and stood opposite Fang Ju.

"Jiancao, open!" followed by a low shout.

Fang Zhe's right toes point forward, his body is slightly sideways, and his feet form a standard T-step. The left hand is placed behind the waist, the right arm is slightly bent, and the right palm is slightly open with the palm facing upward.

A cloud of golden light rose up from the right palm.

For just a moment, a cluster of three-finger-wide sword-like leaves suddenly protruded from the golden light.

Suddenly, the golden light dispersed...

In Fang Zhe's hand, the metallic leaves swayed slightly in the wind. The light wanders, sparking a dazzling cold light on the edges of the leaves. Two gorgeous yellow soul rings rose from his feet, from bottom to top, from small to large. Finally it hovered around his waist and turned slowly.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Zhe linked his left hand to form a sword finger, raised his left arm flat in front of his chest, and pointed at Fang Ju with a quick movement on his right palm.

"call out".

There seemed to be a sound of breaking through the sky, and six golden streams of light instantly submerged into six black stones. A golden light shield slowly rose from Fang Ju's feet and closed above his head.

After leaning a little, tiny points of light escaped from the black stone, which were absorbed into Fang Ju's body like a magnet attracting iron filings.

"Son, hold out your right hand."

It wasn't until Fang Zhe's slightly urgent voice sounded that Fang Ju subconsciously stretched out his right hand.

Suddenly, points of light burst out, and a plant glowing with strange red light took shape in his right palm.

The martial spirit gradually becomes clearer...

The martial soul that appeared on Fang Ju's right palm was a "saw grass" that was somewhat similar to the "sword grass": two two-finger-wide sword-shaped leaves stretched and swayed in the mist of rising soul power. The edges of the thin leaves are covered with ferocious serrations, the thick leaf veins are twisted like human blood vessels, and the leaf surface is covered with winding red lines...

"Mutated Martial Spirit!" Fang Zhe couldn't help but change his expression after he got closer and saw it clearly.

"Mutation?!" Fang Ju couldn't help but frown when he heard this. After all, ten mutations mean nine are useless! Martial spirit mutation is just like genetic mutation, and there is only a very small chance that it will change in a favorable direction.

Is it?

"Come on, son, put your right hand up. Don't worry! Even if it's a bad mutation, as long as you have soul power, you can still become a soul master!"

A crystal ball suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, interrupting Fang Ju who was about to check the red mole on the palm of his right hand.

He looked up and met a pair of warm eyes filled with concern.

"Okay, dad." Fang Ju calmed down.

Facing his father's encouraging gaze, Fang Ju slowly placed his right hand on the crystal ball. Excited heart, trembling hands!

silence……

Until the almost solid air suddenly flickered with golden light of soul power. The sound of two long exhalations echoed almost simultaneously in the empty hall where you could hear a needle drop.

Finally, under the ardent gazes of the father and son, the soul power in the crystal ball rushed past the limit of "five", passed over the mark engraved with "six", and finally stopped at the position of "seven" on the scale. live.

"Advanced martial spirit!! Hahahaha, wow! Okay! Son, it is a beneficial mutation. The quality of the martial spirit has been improved. Our Fang family has finally evolved a high-quality martial spirit!"

The excited father Fang picked up Fang Ju, who was still dazed and didn't seem to understand, and lifted his son high above his head.

Raise high ~ drop ~ raise high ~ fall ~

Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same. Even if the relationship between the parties involved is father and son!

Fang Ju, who was playing the role of tool man at this time, expressed that he felt very complicated.

I just took the time to take a look at the nine red moles on my right palm, and they didn’t move at all!

Um? Not Goldfinger? Why? I'm so surprised!

What about my golden finger? Just gone? !

The novels we read at that time were not written like this.

Hello? Magical grandpa, system-loving baby, golden-fingered little sister, where are you? Stop sleeping. How can you sleep? I'm so mentally depressed...

[Author's digression]: This is my first time writing a book, so I write very slowly. Please forgive me!