1 1. - Space

Space is a difficult concept to understand and describe.

Unlike "force," space, time, and destiny may not be as powerful, but they possess other remarkable aspects. Each of them has its own unique mysteries. Time has the unique quality of being indestructible, while destiny has its own observability. Among the three thousand paths, these three are the most challenging.

"How can I use it?" Lu Yuan lay on his worn-out bed, raising his right hand to examine the peculiar patterns engraved on its back, murmuring to himself.

The pattern exhibited a silver color, resembling a circle on the exterior. However, a straight silver horizontal line traversed through the center, interrupting the circle..

Unlike other children, Lu Yuan was one of two individuals in this small village who possessed full soul power from birth. The other possessor of innate full soul power was Tang San, who also had a father named Tang Hao, notorious for his drinking habits.

Lu Yuan was grateful that he had not forgotten the general plot after his reincarnation. Although, if only considering the protagonist, Lu Yuan believed it would be better to align himself with Xiao Yan compared to Tang San in the second and third parts, as Xiao Yan remained loyal from beginning to end.

Ideas may be beautiful, but the ultimate result proves one thing: ideas are merely ideas, while facts are concrete. Not to mention crossing over to his world once again, he didn't even know how to utilize his Martial spirit.

Lu Yuan could distinctly sense fluctuations in the surrounding space, causing the space around him to fluctuating, indicating a close correlation between his martial spirit and space. However, he remained clueless about how to use and manipulate it.

Tang San's initial martial spirit, Blue Silver Grass, followed a development path focused on control and eventually evolved into Blue Silver Emperor, enhancing the martial spirit's quality.

Tang San's second martial spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, was developed with a focus on powerful attacks. Given the extremely high quality of the martial spirit, there was no need for further improvement.

In other words, even if Tang San desired to enhance the Clear Sky Hammer's quality, there was no avenue for progress.

However, Lu Yuan was different. The space system possessed no shortcomings. It encompassed attack, defense, and even support, covering all aspects. The development path had been clearly laid out, alleviating any concerns. His only source of distress lay in the inability to open the door before him, hindering him from even commencing his journey, rendering the envisioned future a mere illusion.

Lost in contemplation, Lu Yuan failed to perceive the passage of time. It was only when his stomach emitted a growl that he snapped back to reality. The sun had set, casting darkness upon the sky. It was undoubtedly dinnertime.

Lu Yuan sighed softly, put on his shoes, and went to the kitchen to check the rice jar. As expected, it was empty. Disappointment crept upon his young face. Despite possessing an excellent memory, a source of pride, memory alone could not satiate his hunger.

In an attempt to appease his protesting stomach, Lu Yuan drank some water before returning to bed. He covered himself with the quilt and closed his eyes, whispering, "Go to sleep; you won't be hungry once you fall asleep."

Bang bang bang!

The abrupt, forceful knocking on the door roused Lu Yuan, who was beginning to drift off.

"Who's there!?"

"Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan, open the door. It's your Grandpa Jack. I have something to discuss with you."

He proceeds to get up and open the door.

He poured a glass of water and placed it in front of the village chief, Old Jack. Lu Yuan then sat on the chair across from him, attentively listening to Old Jack's explanation of the predicament.

After a while, Lu Yuan succinctly summarized Old Jack's words. It boiled down to a question of who would be granted the admission quota.

Under normal circumstances, there would be no doubt regarding the recipient. However, this year witnessed the unexpected emergence of two prodigies with full soul power simultaneously.

Tang San, intelligent and endearing as he was, possessed a martial spirit deemed useless, like the Blue Silver Grass. His future path appeared predetermined.

Although Lu Yuan possessed full soul power, nobody knew what his martial spirit entailed. Even Su Yuntao, the Spirit Hall deacon responsible for awakening spirits, admitted to being clueless about the child's Martial Spirit.

The back of his hand bore an additional pattern. Could anyone discern the nature of this martial spirit, or was it a mark bestowed by God as an anti-counterfeiting measure?

A genius with no martial spirit, a genius with an uncertain martial spirit.

From the moment he awakened until now, after most of the day had passed, Old Jack felt as if he were losing his hair in large quantities.

"What did Tang San say then?"

"Don't mention it! Xiaosan truly wants to go, but you know how stubborn that drunkard is."

"I must do everything in my power to stop Xiaosan from going!"

Uttering these words, Old Jack blew his beard and glared indignantly.

Lu Yuan shrugged and said, "Since Tang San's father is preventing him from going, then I might as well take the slot."

"After all, it's highly unlikely that Tang San will be able to go. Waste is waste. Why not give me a chance? What if I can make a name for myself?"

Old Jack couldn't help but nod.

That makes sense. However, even though both sides of a hand are made of flesh, biases inevitably exist.

Old Jack still hesitated momentarily.

"Moreover, Grandpa Jack, consider this: Tang San's martial spirit is already useless, but I have yet to determine the nature of mine. Even if my martial spirit turns out to be a waste, it's six of one, half a dozen of the other, just like Tang San. But what if my martial spirit is not a waste? If it proves to be useful, wouldn't it hold more potential than Tang San's?"

"Think about it; isn't that the truth?"

Lu Yuan's words struck a chord with Old Jack.

Excitedly slamming the table, Old Jack exclaimed, "Alright, I'll assign the admission quota to you in our village. Get prepared; in the next two days, I'll find a suitable time to take you to the city."

"I appreciate your help."

Lu Yuan stood at the door and gestured to bid farewell to Old Jack, but the latter promptly halted him.

Observing Old Jack's retreating figure, Lu Yuan closed the door, returned to bed, and peacefully drifted into slumber.

Yet, at this very moment, numerous individuals were unable to sleep, particularly Tang San, who lay on his bed, restlessly tossing and turning.

"Are you truly willing?" Tang San questioned himself.

Certain questions possess definitive answers, while others yield multiple possibilities. Some questions lack a definitive right or wrong, rendering their answers equally ambiguous.

Upon hearing a faint sound emanating from the adjacent room, Tang Hao's eyes reflected a complex sentiment.

"A dragon begets a dragon, and a phoenix begets a phoenix. The offspring of a mouse can also burrow holes." With the Blue Silver Grass in one hand and the Clear

Sky Hammer in the other, Tang San, born with full soul power, would squander his talent if he did not become a Spirit Master.

However, once he became a Spirit Master, leading a tranquil, stable, and ordinary life would become nearly impossible. It entailed walking his own path, living in his own shadow.

"I still know so little, and I desire a peaceful and content existence. Ah Yin, what should I do?" Tang Hao pondered, his mind made up.

As a father, neither emotions nor reason should impede his children's pursuit of their dreams. He had never been a competent husband or father, but this time, he wanted to attempt being a capable father.

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