Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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"Alright—"

It was still that cold, hard voice, but everyone let out a sigh of relief when the Soul Master, Mr. Lu Yi, showed no intention of pursuing the matter.

He casually pulled his large hand out of his satchel, already gripping the Six Black Round Stones in his palm.

With a casual toss, the stones fell to the ground, perfectly forming a Hexagonal Pattern. Lu Yi, his chin covered in a thick beard, lifted it slightly and gestured to the most robust of the three children, Zhang Lei: 

"Go in~"

Zhang Lei met Lu Yi's gaze, but quickly looked away, instinctively turning his head to glance at Zhang Dahe, Ling Xiaoshan, and... Ling Yi!

Encouraged by the supportive looks from the three, Zhang Lei took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and stepped firmly into the center of the hexagonal pattern, standing still.

"Not bad~" Seeing Zhang Lei quickly overcome his nervousness and fear, Lu Yi briefly praised him with two words. Then, his expression turned serious, and he extended his broad right palm upward, palm facing up, and gave a light shout.

A jet-black light emerged from his palm, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a hammer.

The hammerhead was roughly spherical, with distinct edges, and the handle was about a meter long, looking extremely heavy. Lu Yi held it steadily in his hand.

"Bang—!"

The hammerhead struck the stone slab on the ground, and two rings of light appeared around Lu Yi's feet—one pale yellow, one bright yellow.

Martial Soul—"Eight-Edged Black Heavy Hammer"!

Lu Yi placed the Martial Soul hammer by his feet and clapped his hands rapidly. Six beams of pale gray light shot into the six black stones on the ground. Immediately, a golden glow emanated from the stones, forming a pale golden light barrier that enveloped Zhang Lei.

Initially, Zhang Lei's body trembled under the golden light, but as golden light points floated out of the black stones and merged into his body, his tightly closed eyes relaxed, and he gradually calmed down.

At a certain moment, when Zhang Lei's body started to tremble again, Lu Yi's tiger-like eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "Extend your right hand~"

Zhang Lei instinctively extended his right hand, and immediately, all the light points surged out. In an instant, a small hoe about a foot long appeared in his palm.

The handle was brownish-yellow wood, shaped like a kitchen knife, and the iron blade gleamed with a metallic sheen.

It was a common farming tool in the countryside, just smaller.

Fortunately, it was a Martial Soul, which could adjust to the most suitable and convenient size for Zhang Lei.

As Zhang Lei's Martial Soul materialized, Lu Yi's expression remained calm, and he said indifferently, "Martial Soul 'Hoe', come, place your hand on it and see if you have any Spiritual Power—"

As he spoke, he reached back and took the Blue Crystal Ball from the table, holding it in his palm and extending it to Zhang Lei.

Following Lu Yi's instructions, Zhang Lei retracted his Martial Soul 'Hoe' and placed his plump, white hand on the blue crystal ball.

After a moment, seeing no reaction from the crystal ball, Lu Yi gestured for Zhang Lei to retract his hand and placed the crystal ball back on the table behind him, announcing briefly, "No Spiritual Power, you can leave."

Ling Yi, watching the entire process, clearly saw Zhang Lei's expression change from anxiety to calm, then to joy and excitement, and finally to disappointment and dejection.

What particularly caught Ling Yi's attention was that just before Lu Yi declared Zhang Lei had no Spiritual Power, Zhang Lei's pupils had contracted slightly, very subtly.

But with the determination that he had no Spiritual Power, all of Zhang Lei's emotions turned to dejection, and that fleeting moment of abnormality might have gone unnoticed by Zhang Lei himself.

His thoughts racing, Ling Yi, along with Zhang Dahe and Ling Xiaoshan, surrounded the dejected Zhang Lei, patting his head and shoulders.

If it weren't for the ongoing Martial Soul awakening ceremony, with the other two eligible children from the village still undergoing their awakening, Zhang Dahe and Ling Xiaoshan would have already offered words of comfort.

As expected, the next two children from Mountain Sea Village, one with a Martial Soul 'Shy Grass' and the other with a Martial Soul 'Short Wooden Stick', also had no Spiritual Power, lacking the qualifications to become Soul Masters.

"Alright~"

Lu Yi put the Blue Crystal Ball back into his satchel, using his Spiritual Power to draw the six black stones from the ground into his hand, and said calmly, "That's it for this year. The time for next year's Martial Soul awakening ceremony will be announced by the Martial Soul Hall in North Mouth River Town in a month."

"Let's go."

"Yes, yes~" The villagers of Mountain Sea Village, led by Zhang Dahe, nodded nervously and responded, "Soul Master, the wind and snow are so heavy outside, would you like to rest a bit before leaving?"

"That's right, sir, it's not long until lunch. Although the village is poor, we do have wild game..."

"No need~" Lu Yi fastened his satchel and walked towards the door of the stone house without looking back, saying, "There are a few more villages to visit—"

Watching Lu Yi's back, Ling Yi's eyes flickered, and he patted Zhang Lei's shoulder, whispering in his ear to comfort him, "Don't be sad, Lei. Although the crystal ball showed you have no Spiritual Power, it doesn't mean you absolutely have none..."

"Maybe you just have very, very little Spiritual Power, so little that the crystal ball couldn't detect it—"

"Isn't the lowest level of Spiritual Power supposed to be level one?"

"Maybe, Lei, your Spiritual Power is 0.1 or 0.01..."

Ling Yi's voice was so low that only he and Zhang Lei could hear it, even Zhang Dahe and Ling Xiaoshan, standing nearby, didn't catch it.

At the door, Lu Yi's hand paused on the doorknob, then he smoothly pulled it, opening the slightly frozen wooden door.

"Whoosh—!"

A cold gust of wind rushed into the house, but before more snow could follow, the robust figure stepped out and closed the door behind him, blocking the wind and snow outside.

Continuing to comfort Zhang Lei, Ling Yi's gaze shifted to the now closed wooden door, his clear eyes like a still, deep pool of water.

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Night fell, the wind died down, and the snow stopped, but the thick clouds in the sky kept the earth in darkness.

Ling Yi lay quietly on his bed, and with each breath, the hundreds of 'Blue Silver Grass' plants in the room seemed to sway in response.

In the corner, two wooden tubs filled with dry grass and old cotton, Ah Huang and Miaomiao lay sleeping, their abdomens rising and falling, making a soft, muffled sound.

In the pitch-black room, Ling Yi opened his eyes and stared into the darkness, replaying the events of the day in his mind.

Frame by frame, the scenes appeared, enlarged, and passed by.

Finally, the broad back that disappeared into the closing wooden door, accompanied by the snowfall, came to a stop before Ling Yi's eyes.

"What a pity~"

A voice, devoid of sorrow or joy, echoed in the silent room.

Then, the room fell silent again, and a peaceful aura gradually spread, filling the entire room.

Outside, although not a trace of that peaceful aura leaked out, the 'Blue Silver Grass' plants, covered in snow, frozen and withered, still stretched their remaining leaves and roots towards the unremarkable house.

(End of Chapter)