Chapter 22

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The same changes appeared on the body of the small grass snake. Its earthy yellow color gradually turned to yellow, and its scales slightly protruded, clearly emitting some light. Golden lines spread from its tail upwards, and its originally eight-centimeter-long body grew by another centimeter. All the golden lines converged at its head, ultimately focusing on a single point on its forehead, turning a grain-sized scale to gold.

Its originally dim eyes seemed to become clearer.

So hot, so hot!

Tang Wulin was unaware of the changes happening to him. At this moment, he could only feel intense heat, as if he were being burned in a forging furnace, an indescribable pain.

After an unknown amount of time, the burning gradually subsided, but a tingling sensation appeared throughout his body, as if countless tiny insects were crawling out from every part of him. Tang Wulin wanted to scream in pain, but he couldn't make a single sound. He now began to miss the previous burning.

The intense pain tormented him to the point of wanting to die, but his mind remained abnormally clear, and he could feel every bit of pain in his body.

If the Soul Master from the Spirit Tower who had tested him before were here to retest his mental power, they would find that his mental power was gradually increasing in the midst of the intense pain...

As his consciousness began to blur, the pain also gradually faded away, and all of Tang Wulin's awareness disappeared. His clothes were completely soaked with sweat. The golden grid pattern did not fade this time but quietly seeped into his skin.

The blue silver grass receded like a tide, and the small grass snake climbed into Tang Wulin's palm, its golden scale on the forehead returning to normal, and its body becoming dull again.

When Tang Ziran rushed home excitedly, he was stopped at the door by Nai'er.

"Brother is fusing with a soul spirit, you can't go in," Nai'er said firmly, looking at Tang Ziran.

Tang Ziran was stunned and exclaimed, "What did you say? He has already fused?"

Nai'er nodded, "Brother said he didn't want to make Dad and Mom feel bad."

Tang Ziran staggered back a few steps and sat down on a chair. His face changed rapidly, and a strong look of pain appeared.

He pounded his head forcefully, "Tang Ziran, why can't you face reality? Why are you so weak? It's your weakness that has harmed this child!"

A large amount of Federation currency in his hand scattered on the dining table. It's too late, too late!

Suddenly, he raised his head, "Nai'er, how long has Linlin been fusing with the soul spirit?"

Nai'er replied, "Not long after Dad left."

Tang Ziran was shocked, "There's still no movement? In theory, after such a long time, it should be completed. We should go in and check."

Nai'er hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

Quietly opening the door, Tang Ziran immediately saw Tang Wulin lying on the bed.

"Linlin!" He shouted and rushed over to Tang Wulin's side.

The soul spirit ball lay on the bedside, and the grass snake soul spirit inside had disappeared. Tang Wulin, lying on the bed, had his brows tightly furrowed, and his clothes were completely soaked with sweat.

Tang Ziran was filled with self-reproach. He knew that such a situation should not occur during the fusion of a soul spirit. It was likely that something had gone wrong during the fusion.

Tang Wulin was in a deep sleep, but fortunately, his vital signs were still normal.

Tears streamed down his cheeks uncontrollably as Tang Ziran tightly hugged his son. What has this nine-year-old child endured! I'm sorry, son, I'm sorry. It's all because of my incompetence.

Nai'er stood beside him, silently watching the weeping Tang Ziran. Her beautiful purple eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment again.

When Tang Wulin woke up, it was already evening. He opened his eyes, and his consciousness gradually returned.

He sat up abruptly, subconsciously sensing the changes in his body.

The burning and tingling had completely disappeared, and he felt light and airy. His clothes had been changed, and they were dry and comfortable.

Breathing seemed to have become a pleasure, and his body felt incredibly refreshed.

The soul power in his body had clearly grown stronger. With just a slight thought, a layer of soul power fluctuation spread from his body. Level 11, he had definitely broken through and entered the Level 11 soul power realm, officially becoming a Soul Master.

The small grass snake was indeed a weak soul spirit, but it had completed its mission. The sadness in his heart was gradually replaced by the comfort of his body. Tang Wulin thought to himself, even if I can't become a powerful Soul Master, with soul power as my support, I can at least become a good blacksmith.

Thinking of this, he swung his arm forcefully.

"Snap!" A light explosion sounded in the air. Tang Wulin was surprised to find that he seemed to have cut through the air in that moment.

What's going on?

Before he could try again, the door was pushed open, and four people rushed in, three adults and one child.

"Son, are you okay?" Lang Yue, who was in the lead, hugged Tang Wulin and burst into tears.

The sky outside the window had already turned completely dark; it was already evening.

Tang Wulin remembered that he had started the soul spirit fusion in the morning. Had it really been that long?

In addition to Lang Yue, Tang Ziran, and Nai'er, the new person in the house was Tang Wulin's forging teacher, Mang Tian.

Tang Wulin didn't go to work today, and when Mang Tian called to ask, he learned about the incident and immediately rushed over.

"Mom, I'm fine," Tang Wulin said softly.

Lang Yue looked down at her son and said firmly, "Son, we won't be Soul Masters anymore. We'll just be ordinary people."

Tang Wulin smiled slightly, "Mom, I'm really fine! And I'm already a true Soul Master, I'm at Level 11. The fusion went quite smoothly. The grass snake soul spirit is quite suitable for my soul power. If it were a powerful soul spirit, it might not have been able to fuse."

Hearing her son's obvious words of comfort, Lang Yue's tears couldn't help but fall again.

Tang Ziran sighed. It was too late now; there was no point in saying anything more. Once a soul spirit fusion was completed, it couldn't be undone. Telling his son that he had obtained the money would only be a greater shock.

"Level 11? Release your soul power for me to see," Mang Tian's deep and resonant voice said.

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