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Ling Feng walked over, picked up the piece of iron, and ran his fingertips along the surface: "This piece is better than the previous one."

The density is uniform, and there are no obvious impurities on the surface. The finished product should be more durable than before.

Tang San said, "These goods came from Haifeng City. It is said that there is a newly opened mine there, and the quality of the ore is much higher than that of the previous mines."

Ling Feng put down the ironwork: "Then you can keep it and forge a better short sword for yourself. You can use it yourself, or sell it to someone who wants it."

Jin Chen poked his head in from the shop entrance: "Boss, I ran into Teacher Liu from the kindergarten on the way here. She said that recently, several children made a lot of noise when they awakened their martial spirits. When one child awakened, the windows of the whole classroom shook."

Ling Feng asked, "What martial spirit?"

Jin Chen said, "It's not confirmed yet."

She said the child's martial soul was a blurry shape, and it wasn't clear what it was yet, but its soul power fluctuations were very strong when it awakened, conservatively estimated to be at least level eight innate soul power.

Qian Renxue turned to the side of Ling Feng and said, "Once that child has stabilized, we can go and see him."

If we can determine the type and attributes of a martial soul, we can plan its future cultivation path in advance.

Jin Chen said, "Then I'll tell Teacher Liu later and ask her to keep an eye on the child's situation. We'll go over once the child has stabilized."

Ling Feng nodded.

Ah Yin put the empty plate into the kitchen, then came out again, carrying a pot of freshly brewed tea: "Come, have some tea before you go."

She poured a cup for each person. The tea was clear and swirled gently in the cup, releasing a faint floral fragrance as steam rose slowly.

Ning Rongrong strode in from outside, clutching a piece of paper in her hand: "You're all here!"

Just then, the Heaven Dou Academy sent over a list, saying that among the children who passed the selection this year, several had relatively rare martial soul types, and they suggested that the Spirit Hall take note.

She spread the list out on the counter. "Look, this child named Chen Yuan has a martial soul that is a swirling mist, with an attribute biased towards water vapor, and an innate soul power level of eight."

And then there's this guy named Lin Mu, whose martial soul is a tree branch, but when he awakened it, three leaves grew from that branch, each a different color.

Ling Feng looked down at the list for a while: "Mist Martial Soul, there have been some before, but not many."

If the density and range of the fog can be well controlled, it can become a very effective support or interference type of Soul Master.

That branch was actually more interesting; its three different colored leaves might represent three different attributes that could be switched.

Tang San also came over and glanced at the list: "The martial soul of mist, if controlled properly, can be used to block vision and perception."

However, it will be more difficult to practice in the early stages because the mist is too dispersed, unlike solid martial souls where feedback is easily perceived.

Ling Feng said, "Once these two children have settled down, we can have the Spirit Hall send someone to contact them, assess their family circumstances and cultivation environment, and then make arrangements."

Chapter 359 Categorization

Ning Rongrong put away the list: "Then I'll go back to the Hall of Offerings and organize and file this list."

She walked out of the blacksmith's shop, her pace quickening as she had come.

Ling Feng stood in the blacksmith's shop for a while, watching Tang San put a piece of iron into the furnace. The flames danced in the furnace, reflecting a dark red light on the surface of the iron.

He turned and walked towards the shop entrance: "We're going back now."

Tang San didn't turn around: "Okay."

Come again when you have time.

Ling Feng walked out of the shop, and the sunlight shone on the bluestone pavement at the alley entrance, reflecting a patch of fine light.

Qian Renxue walked beside him: "That child named Lin Mu, if those three leaves really correspond to three different attributes, then his growth path will be much more complicated than that of an ordinary martial soul."

Ling Feng said, "Complexity is not a problem."

As long as he can find the right direction, the road won't be too difficult.

Qian Renxue did not respond.

The two walked side by side in the afternoon sunlight, passing through the slowly moving shadows at the alley entrance, heading towards the ancestral hall.

Their pace was unhurried, as if they were each gathering up the details they had just seen and storing them in the right place.

Laughter drifted from the distant kindergarten, like a song without a score, being hummed repeatedly in its own way. Each note lingered briefly in the air before dissipating, like a borrowed passage from another sentence, finding its perfect place within this one, neither abrupt nor superfluous.

Qian Renxue walked beside Ling Feng, and neither of them spoke.

The wind blew in from the alley entrance, carrying the lingering warmth of the blacksmith's furnace and the aroma of food wafting from the distant kitchen. It paused briefly beside them before continuing on its way.

Those voices are being replaced by new ones, and those things that are growing are finding their place at their own pace.

As Ling Feng walked in the sunlight, he felt that the things that were growing were finding their place in their own way.

They don't need any further explanation, because what is growing is complete enough on its own.

The hammering continued in the blacksmith's shop, the flags on the city wall fluttered slowly in the wind, and a series of neat reading voices came from the kindergarten, as if someone was rereading a sentence that had already been written, just to make sure that it was in the right place.

In the distance, at the city gate, some people were unloading goods, some were talking, and some were unloading bundles of herbs from a cart.

The sounds drifted through the alleyway and landed beside him, like background noise that didn't need to be acknowledged.

He continued walking forward, neither quickening his pace nor slowing it down.

He didn't look back, because he knew the sounds would continue.

Qian Renxue walked beside him, also listening to those voices in her own way.

They walked through the long street, past the city wall, and into the courtyard of the ancestral hall, where the shadow of the old locust tree was slowly stretching out in the afternoon sunlight, about to reach the edge of the stone steps.

The two stone benches under the tree were still empty, slightly warm in the sunlight, as if they were making room for the conversation to begin.

Ling Feng sat down on the stone bench and felt the warmth of the stone surface seeping through his robes onto his legs.

Qian Renxue sat down opposite him, without holding a cup of tea, just sitting there, as if waiting for the wind to confirm the settled sounds once again.

She paused for a moment: "There's one more thing."

I received a message this morning saying that a sixteen-year-old boy in Sea Breeze City entered a state of continuous meditation by the sea. He did not fall into a coma, but his breath disappeared for a while. He woke up on his own about half an hour later.

After he woke up, his soul power increased by two levels, and he said he saw a memory that didn't belong to him.

Ling Feng looked at her: "What memories?"

Qian Renxue said, "He said he saw a crack beneath the sea surface, not the one in the abyss, but another one."

The crack was deeper than he had imagined, its edges covered with a layer of silvery-white light.

The light he described was very similar to the light Gu Yuena used to reinforce the cracks.

Ling Feng was silent for a while: "If that light also appeared at the edge of the crack he saw, it means that the spiritual energy of the divine realm has begun to penetrate into deeper areas."

This is a good thing for that boy.

His senses are sharper than others; he can see things that others cannot.

Qian Renxue said, "Then I'll send someone to Haifeng City to contact him and check on his condition."

Ling Feng nodded.

Neither of them spoke again.

The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the old locust tree, leaving a patch of light that was slowly moving across the surface of the stone table.

The sound of changing of the guard echoed from the distant city wall, then gradually faded into the distance, as if responding in its own way to the things that were growing.

The shadow of the old locust tree was slowly lengthening, like a finely ground ink line leaving traces on the bluestone surface.

Those traces won't disappear; they'll just be covered by the next one.

This is a fitting image for an ending; a city is running at its own pace, the story continues, but it no longer needs to be narrated word for word.

It is happening, being felt, being infused with a quiet echo.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue sat in the afternoon sun, quietly waiting for dinner time to arrive.

As the afternoon sun shone through the gaps in the tree canopy, laughter came from the kindergarten.

First came the voices of a few children, then more children joined in the laughter, the laughter overlapping like the sound of bells scattered by the wind.

Ling Feng stood up from the stone bench, walked to the courtyard gate, and glanced in the direction from which the laughter came. He couldn't see the children through the courtyard wall, but he could roughly tell the number of them from the rise and fall of the laughter. There were six or seven of them running or chasing each other, laughing as they ran.

Qian Renxue walked to his side, followed his gaze to the courtyard wall, and did not look in the direction from which the laughter came. She just stood there, as if letting the sounds fall into her ears naturally in her own way.

She began by saying, "The kindergarten has recently been teaching the children about the different types of martial spirits, and teaching them to identify the different forms and attributes of martial spirits."

Those children who were laughing so happily were those who answered questions correctly when called upon by the teacher in class.

Ling Feng said, "Then they really have reason to laugh."

Ning Rongrong walked out of the offering hall, holding a notebook and a pen in her hand, and stood in front of Ling Feng and Qian Renxue: "I just went to the kindergarten and completed the information for Lin Mu."

His martial soul does indeed have three leaves of different colors: one is light green, one is bluish-gray, and the other is light brown.

On the day of awakening, the three leaves lit up at the same time, lasting for about three breaths, and then returned to their original state.

The teacher, Mr. Qin, said that when he tried to get the children to reactivate the leaves, only the first one lit up; the other two did not.

Ling Feng said, "His current control is still unstable."

It requires consistent practice to gradually activate more leaves.

Chapter 360 Spatial Rift

Ning Rongrong wrote a few lines in the notebook: "I suggest that he report to the Spirit Hall once a week and be guided by a special teacher to control his spirit."

The pale green leaf is wind-elemental, the bluish-gray leaf is closer to lightning-elemental, and the light brown leaf tends towards earth-elemental.

With all three attributes appearing simultaneously in the same martial soul, if he can activate them all, his cultivation path will be far more complex than imagined.

Ling Feng said, "Then let him come twice a week for now."

Once his control stabilizes, then adjust the frequency.

Ning Rongrong finished recording, closed the notebook, and tucked it into her arm: "There is another child named Shen Yue, whose martial spirit is a small bronze lamp."

When I awoke, the light came on, but the flame was deep blue, not the usual yellow or orange.

Her teacher said she had never seen a blue martial spirit flame before.

Ling Feng said, "The deep blue flames are biased towards ice, and may require training with different temperature differences to achieve stable control."

"Have her go to the Spirit Hall and find a teacher in charge of ice-type training to help her determine her specific attribute preference."