"A book, a Tool Spirit, with level 5 innate spirit power. It's completely useless in actual combat. Step aside for now!"
Master Su Yuntao shook his head gently, a hint of regret showing in his eyes, as he waved for the next person.
The next candidate stepped forward.
The air was thick with his complex emotions of uncertainty and expectation.
Meanwhile, Duan Yuanchen, who had returned to his original spot, felt a storm of shock surging in his heart.
Far from being disappointed, he had instead reaped an unspeakable miracle.
His Spirit was a seemingly ordinary book, but it had quietly opened to a new page.
"This... what's going on? Why is it recording current events?"
Duan Yuanchen's gaze focused on the page, where several lines of text leaped out, recording everything from a bystander's perspective.
[Under the guidance of Grandmaster Master Su Yuntao, Tang San awakened twin Spirits: Blue Silver Grass in his right hand, Clear Sky Hammer in his left hand, and innate full spirit power.]
These words were like a key, unlocking the door to another World.
Duan Yuanchen's fingers unconsciously brushed over the text describing Tang San's Spirits, and an uncontrollable impulse welled up in his heart.
With a single thought, the words seemed to come alive, swaying gently according to his will.
[Under the guidance of Grandmaster Master Su Yuntao, Tang San awakened twin Spirits: Blue Silver Grass Rope in his right hand, Clear Sky Hammer Handle in his left hand, and innate full spirit power.]
Duan Yuanchen's heart pounded violently as he realized he possessed the ability to rewrite reality.
Following the established order, the focus of everyone's attention gathered on Tang San.
His steps were very steady as he walked into the circle of golden light formed by the six black stones.
His entire body slowly floated up, and he extended his right hand.
"Buzz—"
With a sudden burst of clear blue light, the entire space was dyed with a mysterious color.
Master Su Yuntao's eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle's, locking onto Tang San.
"Blue Silver Grass, a Tool Spirit..."
The words had just left his mouth when he seemed to choke on them, his expression changing abruptly.
"Wait, this... something's wrong! Blue Silver Grass? No, this is definitely not ordinary Blue Silver Grass!"
In Tang San's palm, the Blue Silver Grass that should have been thin and weak was exceptionally condensed, transforming into a flexible Blue Silver Rope.
It emitted a faint luster, clearly distinct from common Blue Silver Grass.
"It mutated! The Blue Silver Grass actually mutated into a Blue Silver Grass Rope, something never seen before!"
Master Su Yuntao's voice was full of amazement, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze because of this strange sight.
Tang San was also slightly stunned, then felt a restless surge of power beneath his left palm.
But his expression remained calm, revealing no emotion.
"Come, child, place your hand on this spirit power testing ball, let's see what your spirit power is."
Master Su Yuntao handed over the seemingly ordinary blue crystal ball, though he could hardly hide the disappointment in his eyes, appearing not to hold much hope.
"Even if the Spirit mutated... it's just going from an inconspicuous blade of grass to a slightly sturdier grass rope."
As he sighed, his tone carried a hint of helplessness and prejudice.
However, the moment Tang San's fingers lightly touched the crystal ball, a miracle occurred!
The blue sphere, which had been as silent as still water, seemed to be injected with infinite vitality.
It suddenly burst forth with an extremely dazzling blue light, illuminating the entire room as if it were broad daylight.
"This... how is this possible?!"
Master Su Yuntao's pupils shrank suddenly, his voice trembling with shock: "innate full spirit power! You... you actually have innate full spirit power!"
When his green eyes gazed at Tang San, they were completely different.
"A once-in-a-century occurrence, innate full spirit power!"
It was a heat almost like examining a rare treasure, mixed with a complex emotion of disbelief.
"Come! Let me see for myself exactly how much attack power this Blue Silver Grass Rope of yours has!"
His words carried an urgency, as if he were anticipating some kind of miracle.
At this moment, the way Master Su Yuntao looked at Tang San had inexplicably softened quite a bit.
Like an old farmer gazing at the crops he had painstakingly cultivated, his heart was full of expectation that it would bear fruitful results.
He calculated in his heart that if he could recommend such a genius to the Spirit Hall, he would surely receive significant rewards and glory.
"Fine, I'll do as you say and give it a try!"
Tang San responded decisively, gripping the Blue Silver Grass Rope tightly; with a flick of his wrist, the grass rope became as agile as a living creature.
As if carrying a power that could not be ignored, it whipped toward Master Su Yuntao.
"Bang!"
With a crisp sound, ripples seemed to appear in the air.
However, the result was unexpected!
The seemingly tough Blue Silver Grass Rope, the moment it touched Master Su Yuntao...
...shattered like fragile threads, turning into scattered Blue Silver Grass leaves on the ground.
Then, those scattered leaves, drawn by Tang San's spirit power, quickly gathered and condensed once more into a brand-new Blue Silver Grass Rope.
As if the tree of life were unending, it displayed its unique tenacity and resilience.
Master Su Yuntao's eyes bulged, his gaze full of disappointment and frustration.
The fire of hope in his heart was extinguished by cold water at this moment, leaving only endless regret.
"Alas, in the end, it's still... a trash Spirit."
He murmured to himself, his tone revealing an unmaskable disappointment.
"Even if your Spirit could turn into the most ordinary farm tool, it would be far more practical than this harmless Blue Silver Grass Rope."
He continued, his words full of helplessness and compromise toward reality.
"If you could show even a shred of attack power, I would certainly recommend you to the Spirit Hall, but unfortunately..."
Master Su Yuntao packed up his things and led the children, slowly walking out of the village's simple yet solemn wooden Spirit Hall building.
The silver-haired Old Jack, acting as the village chief, was waiting outside.
He tightly held the cane that had accompanied him for many years, but his steps were exceptionally quick as he came forward to meet them.
His eyes flickered with unmaskable excitement and anticipation, as if he were a parched land finally seeing rain.
"Battle Spirit Master, tell me, how is our village's situation this year?"
Old Jack's voice trembled slightly but was exceptionally clear: "Among these children, are there any who can become Spirit Masters? To bring honor to our village?"
Master Su Yuntao's gaze swept over everyone with complexity, and he sighed, his tone carrying a bit of helplessness.
"There are indeed two, but the situation... alas! One can only say it's a pity."
Hearing this, Old Jack's eyes flashed with surprise and doubt, his brow furrowing tightly.
He slowly took a step forward, his voice cautious: "Grandmaster, your words make one's heart pound. Can you explain in detail?"
Master Su Yuntao's gaze fell on Tang San, and he spoke slowly.
"He has innate full spirit power, an extraordinary talent, but the pity is... his Spirit is the universally recognized trash Spirit."
Then, turning his gaze toward Duan Yuanchen, he continued: "And he has level 5 innate spirit power, a starting point that isn't low, but likewise, it's a trash Spirit."
Upon hearing this, Old Jack's figure swayed slightly.
Years of experience meant that although he was not a Spirit Master, he deeply understood what this implied.
He murmured to himself: "This... this World, fate truly toys with people!"
However, Old Jack still felt unwilling to give up.
He looked up at Master Su Yuntao, a final glimmer of hope shining in his eyes.
"Grandmaster, is there really no way out for a trash Spirit? Can't they cultivate through other means?"
Master Su Yuntao sighed, understanding Old Jack's feelings, but he had to cruelly point out the facts.
"Cultivation is difficult to begin with. While a trash Spirit isn't an absolute dead end, cultivating with one..."
"...is not only slow in progress, but also makes it hard to achieve anything. In the end, one can only be a trash Spirit Master."
When his gaze fell on Tang San again, his tone held a bit more regret.
"Especially this innate full spirit power, if only it were paired with a good Spirit..."
"He would surely achieve extraordinary things, but now... alright, it's getting late."
Master Su Yuntao cut off his train of thought, knowing that saying more was useless.
He could only pin his hopes on a possible future miracle: "I must rush to the next village, there are other children waiting for me."
He briskly packed his bundle and turned to leave, leaving behind a somewhat lonely silhouette for Saint Spirit Village.
Duan Yuanchen watched the direction Master Su Yuntao left, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
He nodded inwardly, thinking to himself: "The name of the Blind Douluo truly lives up to its reputation..."