Chapter 19 – Spirit Soul (2/2)

“Don't be sad, son. Dad will think of a way to make enough money. You can be relieved. I'll definitely be able to make enough money in a short period of time and help you buy a suitable spirit soul.” Tang Ziran's eyes flickered with a resolute light. For the sake of his son, he had steeled his resolve to face this matter head on.

Tang Wulin gently shook his head. “Dad, I'm going to my room first.”

Sitting quietly to the side, Na'er got up and followed Tang Wulin to their room.

He sat on his bed and gazed at the spirit soul in his hands, then looked to his own callused hands. In the end, tears began to stream uncontrollably down his face.

Even after his martial soul had awakened, only to discover it was a trash spirit like Bluesilver Gra.s.s, he didn't cry. After all, he possessed spirit power. As long as he had spirit power, he still had a chance.

His father had told him that his family's conditions weren't too good. Even when he was told that they had no money to buy a spirit soul for him, he still hadn't cried. His father had said before that one must take responsibility for one's own matters. He could earn the money himself, while also helping his parents.

When he first arrived at Mang Tian's workshop and had to swing the the hammer for a thousand times, resulting in aching arms that desired to break and prevented him to even lift his arms to feed himself, he still hadn't cried. He had invested all of his efforts into it and had pa.s.sed the test, giving him some more hope. As long as he had hope, then there was a chance that he could succeed.

Countless liters of sweat had been shed as he continually forged everyday for the last three years. When his cla.s.smates were at home playing, he would be pounding metal again and again. He would meditate for longer periods than the others, bearing through the pain and suffering, not shedding a single tear. He had smiled in the face of everything each and every day, and would always tell his parents to relax.

But now, he cried.

He had finally saved enough money after three years, and his spirit power had also reached the 10th rank. He was just about to succeed. Thirty thousand coins. All of his sweat had condensed into those thirty thousand coins. In the blink of an eye, those thirty thousand coins had transformed into this spirit soul with next to nothing in soul beast genes. All of his efforts were like bubbles that easily popped.

All of his toughness, his strength, and his determination, had been crushed in a moment and turned into tears. Drop by drop, they flowed.

Teardrops dripped onto the spirit soul ball one after another, gradually soaking that tiny Gra.s.s Snake. The Gra.s.s Snake writhed a bit, as if enjoying the taste of the salty tears.

A delicate hand extended towards him, intending to wipe away his tears. Na'er stood in front of him with puffy red eyes.

In this moment, it was as if their hearts were linked together. She could feel the pain and suffering in his heart in its entirety.

Despair, sorrow, and all sorts of dark emotions lingered within Tang Wulin's heart.

Tang Wulin wanted to cry out, but it was as if he was drained of all the strength necessary to scream at this moment.

“Big brother, big brother, don't cry.” Without wiping away the tears, Na'er went forward and brought his head into her embrace.

Tang Wulin was choking on sobs as he cried, “Why? Why do the Heavens treat me so unjustly? Even after all my efforts, there isn't a single opportunity for me to grasp. I want to become a Soul Master. I want to become a powerful Soul Master!”

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