Please collect and recommend votes. I feel soft-hearted when writing. However, children's growth always requires setbacks, and failure is a successful mother.^o^

Crying bitterly is indeed the best way to vent your emotions. When Tang Wulin's tears wet Na'er's clothes on her shoulders, the crying gradually stopped.

"Na'er, am I very cowardly?" Tang Wulin raised his head, wiped the tears in his eyes, and asked Na'er.

Na'er shook her head vigorously.

Tang Wulin looked at the soul in his hand, and the small grass snake was crawling carefreely inside the soul ball.

"Na'er, you go out first. I'm going to merge my soul." Tang Wulin said bitterly.

Na'er hesitated for a moment, "But, isn't this bad?"

Tang Wulin smiled bitterly and said, "Dad, it's not easy for mom to support us. I can't add any burden to them. Dad just said he would help me raise money to buy soul again, but our family doesn't have much money at all, so we can't make it more burden for my father. Although it's not very good, it's finally the soul, at least it can be promoted to soul master. If I merge it, dad won't have to make things difficult for me."

Na'er stared at him blankly, "Brother..."

Tang Wulin smiled and said, "I'm fine. Just treat it as a dream. Perhaps, a forging is indeed the most suitable profession for me."

Tang Wulin's smile at this moment was deeply imprinted in her heart. It was a kind of free and easy, helpless, relieved, optimistic but sad smile.

Watching Na'er walk out of the room, Tang Wulin bit her lip and looked at the little grass snake again. For a moment, she felt mixed emotions.

He knew that if he had merged this soul, he would probably have no chance of having the dream of a powerful soul master throughout his life, but what could he do if he didn't merge it?

Put your hand into the soul ball and gently touch the little soul. The soul itself is not a physical body, especially this kind of low-level soul.

The fingers easily passed through the body of the little grass snake. It seemed to feel something, and it curled up. Although it was just an illusory form, it wrapped around Tang Wulin's fingers, and even intimately spit out the forked little tongue, as if it was about to lick him.

When he delivered his hand to himself, Tang Wulin could clearly see the small brown eyes of the grass snake soul. Its eyes were turbid and unconscious, a little confused, and seemed to have a little fear.

It also has life. If you don’t choose to merge with it, it will disappear forever in twenty-four hours.

The useless martial soul is matched with the defective soul, which seems to be quite good. Tang Wulin smiled self-deprecatingly, flipped his palm, and the soft soul power in his body started to run under the mobilization of his mind. The blue silver grass with a faint blue halo slowly emerged from his palm.

Out of instinct, the little grass snake immediately felt the existence of the blue silver grass, climbed with Tang Wulin's fingers, and soon climbed among the tiny blue silver grass.

The originally soft light on the blue silver grass instantly became strong, turning into blue lights and stalking upwards, and the little grass snake also emitted a faint earth-yellow halo on its body, which shone with it.

This is the first time Tang Wulin has merged with the soul, but in class, Lin Ximeng has long told them about the precautions when merging the soul and the feeling after merging.

A faint thought came into Tang Wulin's mind, which was a feeling of kindness and fear, but full of dependence.

Tang Wulin opened his heart and accepted it. Suddenly, the blue silver grass in his palm began to change rapidly, and the soul power in his body also surged.

Close your eyes and silently enter a state of meditation. The fusion officially begins.

The little grass snake twisted slightly in his palm, and no other emotions came out except for the initial moment of thought. This is the lowest level of soul spirit. The stronger the soul, the higher the wisdom, and the more purple soul, even the ability to communicate with the host. The legendary higher level souls may even help the host fight directly.

But for Tang Wulin now, those are just legends.

The yellowish color on the little grass snake gradually showed a blue meaning, and the blue silver grass that began to grow rapidly also changed.

The originally fragile grass leaves curled inward and gradually turned into finger thickness, like a vine. If you look closely, you can also find traces on the leaves like fine scales. The blue silver grass itself is dark and like a grass snake. Although it has become thicker, it still looks so fragile.

The grass snake's body grew slightly longer, and it rose to about eight centimeters. The scales on its body also had a touch of blue color, and the fusion was smooth.

The grass snake's mental power is too weak, and there is no possibility of any resistance. Although the Blue Silver Grass is just a waste of martial soul, Tang Wulin's mental power is already at the intermediate level of the spiritual essence realm, which completely dominates the fusion.

The blue silver grass began to grow and turned into vines, coiling around his body.

Tang Wulin's own soul power fluctuations began to become more intense. The bottleneck he had just reached quietly opened a crack, and the soul power surged out, breaking through the barrier while the martial soul evolved.

Tang Wulin only felt that his whole body was lighter, and the mass of soul power condensed in his dantian instantly turned into countless silk threads and drilled into every corner of his body. Every cell in his body seemed to be awakened instantly, full of vitality. The feeling of lightness and comfort finally relieved the depression in his chest a lot.

At this moment, Tang Wulin suddenly felt a slight heat in his tail vertebrae. Then, a burning feeling instantly spread from the tail vertebrae throughout the spine, and then spread to the whole body. The breath on his body also changed slightly.

The blue silver grass that had already evolved and the little grass snake were both stagnant, as if it was frozen there.

The light golden grid-like pattern appeared again, extending rapidly downward from Tang Wulin's forehead. Inside his clothes, a thin golden thread quickly climbed up from the tailbone and reached the top of the cervical vertebra, gathering with the golden grid extending downward from his head.

The golden color that appeared this time was obviously clearer than the last time. The golden grid not only spread on Tang Wulin, but also spread to the blue silver grass and the little grass snake that had just evolved in his hand.

The originally dull blue silver grass began to appear at its roots, and then spread to the tip. Under the influence of this golden pattern, it actually began to undergo secondary changes.

The originally dull and bleak vine-like grass leaves become tough as if they were injected into bones. Moreover, the dimness on the surface of the grass leaves gradually becomes lustrous, and the faint blue halo and golden fine lines echo each other, looking particularly eye-catching.
Chapter completed!