Chapter Eighteen: Random Selection

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After a while, the data stopped and no longer continued to rise. It only fluctuated within a certain range.

Close the instrument, the helmet rises.

"Alright."

Tang Wulin did indeed feel a bit dizzy. Just now, he only felt a slight tingling sensation entering his brain. Vaguely, he seemed to see the golden world again just like when Lan Xuanyu first merged with his soul spirit. It was still very blurry. Before he could try to look closely, the test was over.

“Very good data.” The spirit master smiled and nodded at him. “You are the best spiritualist I’ve tested in the past year. Your spiritual power score is thirty-eight. Remember this number, I'll issue a test report for you, which you can directly submit when you enter the Intermediate Spirit Master Academy.”

Because Tang Wulin was completely clueless about the spirit power system, he wasn't quite sure what thirty-eight meant.

Seeing his somewhat bewildered expression, the Spirit Master kindly said: "The range of spiritual power in the Lingyuan realm is from one to one hundred. Thirty or below is the initial stage of the Lingyuan realm, thirty to sixty is the middle stage, sixty to ninety is the advanced stage, and ninety to one hundred is the peak of the Lingyuan realm. At your age, your spiritual power has already reached the middle stage of the Lingyuan realm, which is very difficult. I am a level 28 Great Soul Master, and my spiritual power value is only eighty-seven. Reaching the middle stage of the Lingyuan realm, you can easily merge with a yellow soul spirit that is one hundred years old."

Finally, there was some good news, and Tang Wulin's originally low spirits immediately improved by a few points. Moreover, this Spirit Master's introduction to the spiritual level also allowed him to see the magnificence behind another door of the Soul Master world.

"Now, it all comes down to luck." Leaving the room where they tested mental fortitude, he directly led Tang Wulin into the next room.

This room was much larger, and inside there was a gigantic apparatus three meters high and six meters wide. You could see that inside this apparatus, there were many spherical objects about a foot in diameter, each emitting a faint glow. They were all identical.

The Spirit Medium pointed to the two buttons in front of the instrument and said, “The green button starts it, the red button stops it. After stopping, the Soul Orb containing the randomly drawn soul will roll out. You can start whenever you’re ready.”

Looking at the unfamiliar and novel machine before him, Tang Wulin's heart began to beat faster. His homeroom teacher, Lin Ximeng, had once said that the quality of a soul spirit would greatly determine the strength of a soul master. A powerful soul spirit, after merging, could even help a soul master increase their soul power level. But conversely, if a soul spirit was too weak, the soul techniques it bestowed upon a soul master would also be weak. A soul master could possess at most nine soul techniques in their lifetime, and reaching the ninth ring was incredibly rare. Therefore, for lower-level soul masters, each soul technique was extremely important.

What must come, will come.

Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and slammed the green button.

Suddenly, a series of lights flickered within the machine, illuminating each spirit orb with a faint glow.

Inside the machine, there are at least hundreds of spirit orbs. They begin to slowly revolve along a track, moving incredibly fast, giving off a dizzying sensation.

The Spirit Orb's exterior completely isolates the spirit within, making it impossible to see what's inside with the eyes. Everything can only be heard, not seen.

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Tang Wulin's hand rested on the red button. His palm, which held the eighty-jin thousand-forged tungsten steel hammer with remarkable stability, was now trembling slightly. He knew that once he pressed it down, it would likely decide his fate on the path of a soul master!

Taking a deep, steadying breath, he squeezed his eyes shut, his right hand finally coming down with a heavy thud.

"Bang—" It stopped turning, a pure white soul orb falling from the machine's exit and rolling to the side of Tang Wulin beside the metal box.

Tang Wulin subconsciously opened his eyes and turned his head. For a moment, his heart pounded like a drum.

The Spirit Weaver walked over and handed him the Soul Orb.

"Let's go out and see."

Clutching the Spirit Orb tightly in his arms, Tang Wulin panted heavily, staring at it as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

Finally got it, this is going to be my first soul spirit!

Under such intense emotions, he returned to his father's presence. The Spirit Master brought forward an oval-shaped device and handed it to Tang Wulin.

"Press this button, and let the instrument's light shine upon this spirit orb. Your spirit will then break free from its shell. The right to release a spirit belongs to you."

Don't worry, Tang Wulin. Even Tang Ziran couldn't help but clench his fists at this moment. What could it be

Tang Wulin looked at his father, Tang Zirang encouragingly nodded at him.

As the button was pressed, a soft yellow light descended, illuminating the spirit orb. The spirit orb itself also emanated a faint glow, and the originally sealed sphere gradually became transparent, with the contents within becoming faintly visible.

Tang Wulin clearly felt that there was a faint breath of life appearing in the soul core, and then the soul moved slightly.

What exactly is it

At that moment, the light emanating from the Soul Orb turned white. A brighter circle of light flashed in the center of the Soul Orb, and the entire orb slowly opened from the center.

Seeing the white light appear, the Soul Weaver beside her said, “A ten-year soul spirit.”

Tang Sanziran's eyes dimmed. In the end, Shang didn't spare his son. The hundred-year soul, priced at millions, wasn't so easy to extract after all.

Tang Wulin stared intently at the soul core that was gradually opening. Ten years, his first soul core, what could it be

The white light began to converge, the entire soul orb fully opened, and the soul within was finally presented before him.

At first glance, the spirit master's face changed slightly, and Tang Zi Ran and his son, Tang Wu Lin, were both stunned.

This soul is...

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