Douluo, my martial soul is a mushroom

Chapter 76: Child, Soul Guide Left Arm
Chi Ping's plan for the sixth soul ring has two directions, wind and space. The former is to gather earth, fire, water and wind and study the combination of elements, and the latter is to improve the control range of mycelium. Either one is fine, and it will not affect Chi Ping's subsequent development.

The sudden arrival of the Nine Tests of Life helped Chi Ping make a decision. After traveling for four months, absorbing all the soul power produced by the mycelium along the way and a small part of the converted soul power, it was only enough to meet one-tenth of the energy needs of the tree of life. If you want it to sprout, it will conservatively take another three years, and this is not taking into account the subsequent increase in difficulty.

In addition, after the seeds germinate, they need to grow, and the energy required is immeasurable!

The acquisition of space attribute mushrooms is imminent.

With the spatial attribute, Chi Ping has the idea of ​​increasing the range of his control over the mycelium, and the efficiency of absorbing the mycelium soul power will be greatly increased.

There is a soul beast in the Frozen Forest called the Silver Snow Ferret, which is a soul beast with dual attributes of space and ice. Ten thousand years ago, this snow ferret had ice as its main attribute and was snow-white. Ten thousand years later, it can choose space as its main attribute and its fur turns silver. The signature skill of the ten thousand year space silver snow ferret is teleportation, which they have almost trained into an instinct.

This is the goal of Chi Ping's sixth soul ring.

……

Alcohol can numb the nerves and relieve negative emotions. The Soul Hunting Team, which often hovers on the brink of life and death, prefers to hang out in pubs when they have nothing to do. In the North, this habit is even more serious, and they will hang out in pubs when something happens.

They get drunk, and when they are drunk they tend to talk nonsense.

Therefore, the tavern is also one of the easiest places to get information about the Soul Hunting Forest.

This was Chi Ping's fifth day in Hanlin Town, and also his fifth day in the tavern. During these five days, he would order a small cup of Qinglin wine every day, paired with some meat, and sip it at the window of the tavern all day.

After 5 days, he had acquired enough information about soul beasts to basically locate the location of the Silver Snow Ferret.

——The ice lake deep in the northwest two hundred miles, the Song Mountain one hundred miles to the northeast, and the snowfield three hundred miles to the north... These three places are most likely to find the ten thousand year old silver snow ferret. Look for them one by one from near to far.

Having made his decision, Chi Ping knocked on the table and prepared to pay the bill.

"Sir, are you going to enter the Frozen Forest?" A timid and somewhat soft voice came from the side.

Ikehira turned his head.

The person who spoke was a child wrapped in fur, who looked no more than five or six years old. His cheeks were red from the cold, with ice chips hanging on his eyebrows. His eyes were almost covered by his drooping eyelids, but he was stubbornly opening them as wide as possible.

Ikehira nodded.

The child's eyes seemed to glow, "You must be a powerful soul master!"

Chi Ping accepted his compliment with a smile and asked him to sit opposite him. "Waiter, please give this girl some food and put the money on my account."

The waiter shouted, "Okay!"

During the interval between serving the dishes, Chi Ping took the initiative to chat with the child. Maybe it was the passive effect of the tree of life that made Chi Ping look more approachable, maybe it was because the child knew Chi Ping in advance, or maybe it was because he had no other choice, the child was not timid.

"What's your name?"

"Mickey."

"Who's at home?"

"Mom, Dad, and me."

"Where are they?"

"Mom is at home, Dad went to the Frozen Forest and hasn't come back yet..."

Ikehira felt that the gazes that had been fixed on him since Miki appeared began to evade.

"Little Mickey, what happened to your father?"

Mi Qi bit her lip, tears flashing in her eyes, and she said firmly: "Brother Soul Master, can you save my father?"

Those gazes no longer evade.

Chi Ping glanced at him secretly without making any expression.

They are all ordinary people with no cultivation.

"Tell me what happened to your father first, so I can decide how to help you."

Mickey scratched his face randomly, trying to hold back his tears. "Dad is the guide who leads the soul masters in the Frozen Forest. 15 days ago, Dad led a team of soul masters. Normally he would be back in three days at most, but now it's been half a month and Dad hasn't come back yet..."

As she spoke, Mickey's tears were about to fall again, so she quickly wiped them away. Adults have always said that crying children are the most annoying.

"Sir, the dish you ordered is here!" The waiter brought a bowl of meat soup. Chi Ping stopped the waiter and said, "Brother, do you know about the situation of Miqi's family?"

The waiter stopped immediately, looked at Mickey and sighed, "The Frozen Forest is covered with snow all year round, and it's easy for people without experience to get lost. Those who go into the forest to hunt souls will look for experienced hunters to lead the way, which is the origin of the guide. Mickey's father, Mi Lan, is a famous guide in our town. He went into the forest half a month ago and hasn't come out yet. I don't know if he is dead or lost."

"Does the leader have no cultivation?"

"My dear, you are joking. Who would do this if they have the ability to cultivate?"

With a wave of his hand, Chi Ping asked the waiter to leave.

Mi Qi didn't touch the bowl of meat soup and looked at Chi Ping eagerly.

Chi Ping smiled and said, "Eat. Only when you are full can you have the energy to wait for your father to come back, right? And your father will be sad if he comes back and sees that you are hungry and thin."

So Mickey started drinking the meat soup in small sips.

"Little Mickey, do you know which direction your father is going?"

Mi Qi looked up and said excitedly: "Brother, are you going to help me find my dad?"

Looking at the beast-like eyes, Chi Ping nodded and said, "Tell me where your father went so that I can go find him. Otherwise, it's not easy to find someone in such a big frozen forest."

Mickey gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, can you take me to the Frozen Forest?"

Ikehira wondered, "Why?"

Mickey stretched out her little hand, her soul power surged, and a pointer emerged in the glow of soul power.

"This is my martial soul, called Life Pointer. It can designate a person, and the pointer will always point to him."

Chi Ping looked at Mickey's hand. The pointer was floating in the palm of her hand, pointing firmly in the direction of the frozen forest.

"Is this how you confirm that Dad is still alive?"

Mickey nodded vigorously.

"Your father's martial spirit is the same as yours?"

"Yes."

——No wonder he dared to go to the Frozen Forest to be the guide.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"As long as I can save my father, I'm not afraid!"

"I'll wait for you at the city gate at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Thank you brother!"

Neither Chi Ping nor Mickey mentioned a reward. In a family like a hunter, when the mainstay of the family collapsed, what kind of reward could they offer to a soul king?

He withdrew his gazes that had been watching him and asked the waiter for a large glass of beer.

……

One day later, the forest was frozen.

Ikehira dug through the thick snow to expose the ground, arranged the firewood, stretched out his left arm, and flames ignited at his fingertips.

Soon, a little smoke rose.

"Little Mickey, warm yourself by the fire. Don't get cold!"

"Amazing! Brother, is this your soul skill?"

Chi Ping smiled and said, "This is not a soul skill, it's a soul guide."

Ikehira learned part of the inscription miniaturization technology studied by Master Yanagi Bunchi.

Combined with his own research on the classification of inscriptions, Chi Ping's left arm has become a special soul guide in a sense.

(End of this chapter)