As the sky gradually brightened, Chu Chen left the area and headed back toward Dihun Village, facing the rising sun.
Now that his Blue Silver Grass bloodline had awakened—and he possessed the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline—its evolution was inevitable.
"Now, it's time to prepare for my first spirit ring."
After returning to the village, Chu Chen resumed his previously peaceful life. During the days before enrollment at the Spirit Master Academy, he focused on strengthening his physical body as much as possible.
The stronger his body, the higher the age of the spirit ring he could withstand. For someone with a Blue Silver Grass Spirit, this was one of the simplest cultivation paths.
He entered a dense forest, circulating his spirit power. A ripple of blue-gold light spread from his hand.
Blue Silver Grass swayed gently as it manifested in his palm.
Under its influence, new sprouts of Blue Silver Grass began growing from the soil, while the existing grass became even more vigorous.
"When these Blue Silver Grasses gather together, they can actually form a special Life Field… but the source is still the one in my hand."
"By absorbing and refining this life force through the Blue Silver Grass and merging it into my body, it transforms into blood qi. When the blood qi reaches its peak, it can greatly enhance physical strength."
Under Chu Chen's control, the Blue Silver Grass in his hand bloomed with golden patterns, sending out ripple-like waves of energy.
For a time, life force surged in the surroundings, and plants grew wildly…
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Meanwhile.
Outside the waterfall behind Saint Spirit Village, Tang Hao slowly approached.
He held a jug of wine in his hand. His body reeked of alcohol, his appearance disheveled—like a dying beggar.
With a single step, he leaped forward, muttering under his breath:
"Ah Yin… I'm sorry. I'm a useless father…"
"Little San awakened the one-in-ten-thousand twin Spirits—your Blue Silver Grass and my Clear Sky Hammer… I want him to become a powerful Spirit Master, yet at the same time, I don't. You… must feel the same conflict as I do."
Tang Hao passed through the curtain of water and entered the cave.
"Ah Yin, if you were still alive, you would definitely be happy to see Little San…"
If Chu Chen were here, he would definitely complain:
If Ah Yin were alive, she'd probably be furious with you. Is this how you raise a child?
Tang Hao walked to where the Blue Silver Emperor had once been planted.
He froze.
For a moment, he thought his drunkenness was playing tricks on him. He rubbed his eyes—
Then, upon confirming that the Blue Silver Emperor was gone, a flash of crimson surged into his eyes.
"No… Ah Yin!"
He frantically dug through the soil, trying to find her.
But all he found… was a single chrysanthemum petal.
"A chrysanthemum… petal…"
His voice turned hoarse.
He immediately rushed to check the location of the Spirit Bone.
As expected—it was gone.
"AHHH!!"
Tang Hao let out a furious roar. His aura surged violently, nearly shattering the entire cave.
"Impossible! Impossible! How could Ah Yin be taken? Who did this?!"
He looked around like a madman, searching desperately for clues.
In the end, his gaze locked onto that lone chrysanthemum petal.
"Chrysanthemum… Chrysanthemum Douluo… Spirit Hall!"
Just as Chu Chen had anticipated—in such a frenzied state, rational thought was impossible.
Tang Hao didn't stop to consider whether this petal truly came from Chrysanthemum Douluo or was just an ordinary flower.
But he didn't need to.
His hatred for Spirit Hall already ran deep.
If Spirit Hall had discovered the Blue Silver Emperor and taken it away…
…it would make perfect sense.
"Spirit Hall! I, Tang Hao, will destroy you!!"
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Half a month passed quietly.
With only three days left before reporting to Notting Academy, Chu Chen's previously monotonous life was finally about to change.
Near a waterfall outside Dihun Village, dense Blue Silver Grass swayed in the wind, all life energy converging toward a single point…
Chu Chen sat cross-legged beneath the waterfall, his upper body bare.
A faint golden blood qi circulated around him, radiating extraordinary vitality.
Though only six years old, his physique already rivaled that of an ordinary ten-year-old. Under such tempering, every aspect of his body was rapidly improving.
"It's about time. Let's try condensing the life force of Blue Silver Grass."
Chu Chen opened his eyes. Despite the powerful current crashing down on him, his body remained completely unmoved.
The Blue Silver Grass in his hand began to glow.
Within a fifty-meter radius, all Blue Silver Grass seemed to respond to his call, bending toward him.
In the next moment, immense life force gathered into his palm.
Blue-gold light condensed intensely.
When life force was concentrated to the extreme, it was no longer just an attribute—it became a form of attack through spirit power.
"Boom!"
The blue-gold energy burst forth, forcibly cutting off the waterfall's flow. The surrounding rocks trembled, cracks spreading across their surfaces.
"As expected!"
Chu Chen's eyes lit up with excitement.
His idea was correct. By transforming life force, he could indeed create offensive techniques.
And at the same time, enhance himself temporarily.
"Once I obtain a spirit ring, I'll refine this ability further. It might even become my own self-created Spirit Ability."
In a great mood, Chu Chen controlled the Blue Silver Grass to shoot outward, extending nearly twenty meters.
It wrapped around a distant tree using Binding.
Using that force, Chu Chen leaped forward and landed steadily on the shore.
As a plant-type Spirit, Blue Silver Grass possessed immense versatility.
Abandoning its strongest life attribute just to gain Binding from a snake-type spirit ring…
That would truly be putting the cart before the horse.
If that's considered a genius move—then he'd rather eat his hat.
Seeing that it was getting late, Chu Chen put on his clothes and returned to the village.
For the remaining three days, he decided to relax.
"After enrolling, it'll be time to obtain my first spirit ring. With the resonance of the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline… I should be able to sense its location."
Upon returning home, he found Village Chief Tig waiting for him with a prepared bundle.
"Chu Chen, this is some travel money and dry rations. Your uncles, aunts, and I prepared it for you."
He handed over a carefully wrapped cloth bag.
Feeling its weight, Chu Chen's heart warmed.
"Thank you, Grandpa Village Chief… thank you, everyone."
"You silly child, what's there to thank us for?" Village Chief Tig chuckled.
"As long as you grow into a powerful Spirit Master—a Spirit Emperor, even a Spirit Saint! When that day comes, you must return and change our village's name!"
The bag in Chu Chen's hands carried the goodwill of simple villagers.
He might not truly need it—
But its weight was something far more precious, something worth cherishing forever.