Chapter 21 – Rank 11 Soul Master (1/2)

The same transformation appeared on the little Gra.s.s Snake as its earthen yellow body gradually turned yellow. Its scales stuck out a bit now, and they contained a distinct radiance to them. Those golden stripes extended from its tail and up its body, converging at a single point on its head. The Gra.s.s Snake grew one centimeter from its previous eight centimeters. Its protruding tiny scales had turned golden in color.

The murky look in its eyes was gone, replaced with clarity.

So hot. Ah, so hot!

Tang Wulin wasn't aware of what was happening to his body. The only thing he could feel at the moment was an indescribable pain from an intense heat, as if his body was being smelted inside a furnace.

After an unknown period of time, the scorching heat began to cool down. However, it was replaced by a numbness which permeated throughout the four limbs and hundred bones. It was as if a myriad of insects was crawling about within his body. Tang Wulin wanted to cry out in pain, but he was unable to release a single sound. He already began to look back fondly at the scorching heat he had experienced beforehand.

The pain tormented him to the point that his body wished for a release of death, but his mind was abnormally clear. He could clearly feel all of the pain throughout his body.

If the Spirit Master from before were here to test his spiritual power, he would have discovered that Tang Wulin's spiritual power continually rose under this torment.

The pain in his body gradually disappeared and his fuzzy consciousness went with it. Under his clothes drenched in sweat, the golden veined pattern hadn't waned at all; instead, it had permeated into his skin.

The Bluesilver Gra.s.s moved like a receding tide as the little Gra.s.s Snake climbed onto the hollow of Tang Wulin's palm and entered it. The golden scales upon its forehead returned to normal as its body returned to its original dullness.

When Tang Ziran joyously returned home, he encountered Na'er blocking the doorway.

“Big brother is fusing with the spirit soul. You can't go in.” Na'er resolutely said as she gazed at Tang Ziran.

Tang Ziran asked with a dull voice, “What did you say? He's already begun fusing with it?”

Na'er nodded. “Big brother said that he didn't wanted to burden mom and dad.”

Tang Ziran stumbled a few steps backwards and collapsed into a chair. His expression changed in an instant as pain colored his face.

He forcefully struck his own head and said to himself, “Tang Ziran, why can't you face reality? Why must you be so weak. It's because of your weakness that you've harmed your child!”

The large federal coins he clutched in his hand spilled onto the table. It was too late. It was too late!

He suddenly lifted his head. “Na'er, how long has Lin Lin been fusing with the spirit soul?”

Na'er said, “He started shortly after you left.”

Tang Ziran cried out in alarm, “He still hasn't finished? He should have already finished after so long. Let's go take a look quickly.”

Na'er hesitated for a moment before nodding her head.

After he opened the door, Tang Ziran saw Tang Wulin lying on the bed.

“Lin Lin!” He cried as he flew over to Tang Wulin's side.

The spirit soul ball was left beside the bed, already devoid of the Gra.s.s Snake spirit soul. Tang Wulin's brow creased as he lay on the bed, his clothes completely soaked in sweat.

Tang Ziran blamed himself within his heart. He thoroughly understood that such a situation shouldn't have occurred during a spirit soul fusion. It was highly likely that his son encountered an accident while he was fusing.

Tang Wulin was immersed in deep sleep. Fortunately, his vital signs were normal.