The Rise of Douluo's Grassroots

Soon the crystal ball was mostly lit up.

The white-haired old man also smiled when he saw this.

"Seventh level of innate soul power, martial soul mutated into a seven-leaf clover.".

The white-haired old man nodded with satisfaction.

With level seven innate soul power, he is already considered a small genius in the healing field in Tiandou City.

Only Mo Wentian knew how powerful the seven-leaf clover was. It was born with three properties: tenacity, poison, and healing.

But it also has certain restrictions. Like the Qibao Glazed Pagoda, the first auxiliary martial spirit in the mainland, it can only be cultivated up to level 79, the fighting spirit saint level.

"Alas! Just take it one step at a time. How can everything be perfect?".

Mo Wentian thought helplessly.

After Mo Wentian walked out of the awakening formation, he was thoughtful and soon came to his parents and sister who were waiting at the door.

Before Mo Wentian could speak, her sister Mo Yudie couldn't wait to hold Mo Wentian in her arms and said with some worry:

"Good brother, have you awakened your mother's green leaf grass? It's okay, don't be unhappy! My sister will protect you in the future, how about you help me?"

Although the three of them could not see clearly from a distance, they could vaguely see that Mo Wentian had awakened a plant-like martial spirit, not his father's giant sword martial spirit.

You must know that the martial souls awakened in Douluo Continent, except for the mutated martial souls, are basically inherited from the father's or mother's martial arts.

The quality may be high or low, but the test of martial soul quality is a condition that only those within large sects have.

The realms of soul masters in Douluo Continent are divided from low to high, including soul master, soul master, great soul master, soul master, soul sect, soul king, soul emperor, soul saint, soul Douluo, and titled Douluo.

"I'm not unhappy! Sister, your brother, I am not a healing soul master, but a control soul master who is invincible in single combat!".

Mo Wentian raised his little hand, clenched his little fist, and said cutely.

"Control department? Come on, let's talk about it when we go home."

Father Mo Jun looked around, did not argue with his sister, and seriously picked up Mo Wentian. He and his worried mother returned to Mo's house with a look of disbelief on his sister.

The Mo family occupies a small area, but it is not small either. It is quite spacious for a family of four to live in. Although my father is a viscount, there are no servants in the Mo family.

Life is quite difficult, except for food, which is much richer than other small aristocratic families.

After all, my father is still an offensive soul sect and earns a lot of money every month, but he only uses it to buy precious medicinal herbs at the auction house.

Everything in the house is taken care of by her mother, Dong Ruoling.

"Come! Tian'er, use your mind to release your martial spirit and let your father see it.".

Mo Jun said seriously after closing the door of the mansion.

Mo Wentian followed his father's instructions and used his mind control to summon the martial spirit in his left hand.

"Nine-leaf fairy grass! No, there are only seven leaves? Is there a degraded version of the nine-leaf fairy grass, seven-leaf clover?"

After Mo Jun was taken aback, he realized something was wrong and Na Na said to himself.

"Huh? How does father know that my martial spirit is seven-leaf clover.".

Mo Wentian asked tentatively.

"It's really a seven-leaf clover! Dad doesn't know about the martial spirit of the seven-leaf clover, and there are no such plant-type soul beasts or plants on Douluo Continent.

However, I know that there is a kind of fairy grass called Nine-leaf Fairy Grass. It is a record of elixir handed down by our ancestors of the Mo family. It is very similar to your martial spirit. If I remember correctly, Nine-leaf Fairy Grass has Nine leaves, but your martial spirit only has seven leaves. ".

Mo Jun said with some regret.

"Then father, does he know where this kind of fairy grass can be found?".

Mo Wentian felt that what his father was talking about was probably the fairy herb, and it was the most suitable fairy herb to make up for the shortcomings of his martial soul.

"Uh! This, ahem! I'm not sure about this, either.

However, it is said that the ancestors of the Mo family encountered this kind of fairy grass.

Originally, the ancestors of the Mo family only had an ordinary iron rod martial spirit. The first generation ancestor encountered this kind of fairy grass. By chance, after taking it, the martial spirit mutated and turned into a long sword martial spirit.

However, due to problems with the picking method, all the medicinal power could not be absorbed, and the soul power stopped at level 89 Contra, which was a regret for life. As a result, the Mo family has passed down a passage about the Nine-leaf Immortal Grass from generation to generation.

The Nine-Leaf Immortal Grass appeared, and the Titled Douluo appeared.

……

The ancestors spent the rest of their lives to finally find the correct way to pick the nine-leaf fairy grass, and passed it down from generation to generation... ".

Mo Jun pretended to be profound and told the three people about the glorious history of Mo's ancestors.

He also explained to Mo Wentian, his brother and sister, the research on fairy herbs handed down from their ancestors, as well as the picking methods.

Before I knew it, it was noon.

"Okay, stop bragging. Even your ancestors of the Mo family have only encountered one immortal plant with their own eyes. How can there be so many immortal plants for you to pick? I'm going to start cooking. Come and help me. ".

Mother Dong Ruoling's voice came from the kitchen.

"Okay! Okay, it's coming! It's coming. Cough! Cough! You can play with that while I go see what's going on with your mother. She can't even make lunch."

Mo Jun responded quickly and subconsciously in a flattering manner, suddenly looking at the two siblings, as if he had realized something, he pretended to be majestic.

After their father left, siblings Mo Wentian and Mo Yudie couldn't help laughing.

Only in front of his mother would his father look like this.

"Sister, what level is your soul power now? My innate soul power is level seven, and I will soon break through level eight. Isn't it awesome!"

Mo Wentian hugged his beautiful sister and said coquettishly.

"Okay! Alright! You are a brat. If you have anything to do, just tell my sister directly. My sister is already a level 38 fighting spirit master."

Mo Yudie said, "Don't be like this, I know who you are."

"Hey! I want to ask my sister to take me to the Sunset Forest in a while to get the first soul ring. As for the age of the soul ring, my sister will refer to my opinion."

Mo Wentian didn't want his father to take him there because his father would never follow his own will to obtain the most suitable soul ring period.

He is the darling in his father's eyes, and he will never let himself take any risks.

Moreover, my father is busy taking on tasks to exchange for gold soul coins.

It's not like Mo Wentian hasn't thought about using his advanced college student ideas to earn gold soul coins so that his father can practice safely at home.

The first thing is that he is not strong enough. If he earns too many gold soul coins, it will inevitably affect the interests of some big nobles.

Second, I am too young and my parents don’t let me worry about money.

The elder sister is different. Although she likes herself very much, her personality is more adventurous. Although she is a tutor at Tiandou Junior College, she has a lot of free time and stays for a long time every time she goes home.

Enough to take myself to the Sunset Forest and back again.

"I take it as nothing, no problem! From now on, all your soul master's previous soul rings will be wrapped up in your sister.".

Mo Yudie patted her plump breasts and showed her enthusiasm.

"It's a deal!"

Mo Wentian said happily.

"Okay! It's a deal, it's hard to catch up.".

Mo Yudie said unconcernedly.

Mo Wentian was very happy that he had finally found a suitable part-time worker.

"Uh-huh".

Mo Wentian nodded happily on the surface.

However, there was a layer of haze in my heart.

After getting familiar with Wuhun, the message from Wuhun Qiyecao really made me unhappy.

Aesculus: a perennial herb with seven leaves in total, whorled on the top of the stem; the leaves are oval, single in diameter, and hairless.

It is slightly poisonous, but it can clear away heat and remove fire, and fight poison with poison.

According to legend, each of its seven leaves has a different meaning.

The first piece represents faith and brings you back your courage.

The second piece represents hope.

The third piece represents love.

The fourth piece represents luck, and the seven-leaf clover is also known as the lucky clover.

The fifth piece represents wealth.

The sixth piece represents prestige, status and fame.

The seventh piece represents true love, symbolizing love that lasts until death.

Just like the introduction that represents each leaf and the meaning it contains, Wuhun has 79 levels of restrictions like the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, and there is another layer of special restrictions for every ten levels.

Mo Wentian's martial spirit is simply a useless martial spirit, and it actually has seven levels of restrictions.

Each time you obtain a soul ring, you need to lift a layer of restrictions.

Although the soul ring has so many restrictions, it seems that there is no room for growth. On the contrary, the seven-leaf clover, also known as the lucky clover, is born with its own luck. No one knows how far it can grow.

Once you advance to the Nine-leaf Clover and all nine soul rings are applied, all restrictions on the martial soul will be released. What it will become is still unclear.

But the effect is definitely not weaker than any top martial spirit on the mainland, and it is not impossible to even become the strongest martial spirit in history, otherwise there would not be so many restrictions.