Chapter 2 Memory When Su Yuntao walked out of the hall, the village elder Jack immediately came to greet him with great expectation, "Thank you for your hard work, Master Deacon. How about it? Are there any children with soul master qualifications in our village this year?" Su Yuntao looked at the village chief in front of him and sighed bitterly, "There are two, but it's a pity..." As he spoke, he told Village Chief Old Jack about Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul and Liu Feng's mutated Martial Soul. "Which one is better, the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul or the Sand Martial Soul?" Village Chief Old Jack suddenly thought of something and asked. Su Yuntao was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "They are all the same useless martial spirits, there is no better one..." At this point, he seemed a little puzzled. "It's just that, generally speaking, the soul power of a mutated useless martial spirit should be very low. This child actually has innate full soul power. He is really lucky." "Okay, I still have to rush to the next village, so I'll leave first." After saying that, Su Yuntao left in a hurry. Tang San and the others also came out, but they didn't see Su Yuntao, so they ran to the old village chief Jack and asked, "Village chief, what is a spirit ring?" This was something Tang San hadn't asked clearly just now. Unfortunately, the deacon had already left, so he could only ask the village chief. Old Jack answered Tang San's question in a daze, then reacted, "Xiao San, the innate full spirit power that the deacon just mentioned couldn't be you, right?"

Tang San nodded. Village Chief Old Jack suddenly looked surprised, "What is your martial spirit? Who is the other one?" "My martial spirit is Blue Silver Grass," Tang San said obediently, then turned his head to look at Liu Feng beside him, "And he also has innate full spirit power, and his martial spirit is sand." Old Jack followed Tang San's gaze and frowned when he saw that the man was actually Liu Feng. Then, Su Yuntao's words rang in his mind, and a hint of relief appeared in his eyes. "Fortunately, you are not the one with a mutated martial soul." Old Jack said with a breath. "Ah?" Tang San was slightly stunned. "The steward just said that mutated useless martial spirits are much worse than ordinary martial spirits, and innate full spirit power is just good luck." Old Jack said, and ignored Liu Feng, and talked to Tang San about the part-time students in the college. Because the village has produced a Soul Saint, the village has a quota for a work-study student. If we had known this earlier, for other villages, it might take two or even three villages to share one spot. When talking about this, there is always some pride on Old Jack's face. "Xiao San, if you are willing to go, this spot will be given to you." "Ah?" Tang San looked at the unknown Liu Feng at the side with some hesitation, "What about Liu Feng?" "He's a fool, what good can he do there?" Old Jack looked at Liu Feng with some disgust, "And have you forgotten what the deacon said? His mutated useless martial soul is not as good as your martial soul." "But……" "It's settled. Go back and discuss it with your father. If possible, I will send you to the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy in three months." Old Jack waved his hand and said. As he spoke, he remembered something, frowned, pulled Tang San up and started to walk back, cursing, "No, I have to go and tell your sloppy father in person, don't let him harm you..." Liu Feng just stood there quietly watching them leave, then turned around and walked slowly towards the home in his memory. Along the way, the memories in his mind surged like a tide, constantly appearing in front of Liu Feng's eyes.

It made him look dazed, like a fool. By the time Liu Feng walked back to his dilapidated thatched hut, he had finally sorted out all the memories in his mind. At this moment, he finally understood his situation. And he also figured out that he had not just traveled through time, but had traveled to this world six years ago. During these six years, his consciousness has been in a dormant state. Therefore, he usually behaves like a fool as the village chief Old Jack said. The fundamental reason for his dormant consciousness was an incident that happened to his parents before he was born. Liu Feng's parents are traveling merchants in the village. He usually earns his living by traveling around the country and buying and selling goods. Just six years ago, on a business trip, he encountered a soul master fighting. As ordinary people, Liu Feng's parents were seriously injured by the aftermath of the soul masters' battle. They desperately escaped from the battle range and returned to the Holy Soul Village with their seriously injured bodies. At that time, Liu Feng was already eight months pregnant, and his mother struggled to give birth to Liu Feng. But a few days later, both of them died of serious injuries. Because of the impact of the aftermath of the battle and premature birth, Liu Feng's consciousness fell into a deep sleep and he became a confused fool. The reason why Liu Feng was able to live until now was because before his parents died, they gave all their property to the village, and asked the village to take care of Liu Feng until he grew up... Thinking of this, Liu Feng was already in tears without realizing it... At this moment, two blurry figures emerged in his mind. He couldn't see their faces clearly, but he could feel their weakness and the warmth in their arms... The next day, when Liu Feng opened the door, he saw a bowl of cold porridge in the corner of the door. The porridge was so thin that he could clearly count the grains of rice in the bowl. This is the food provided by the villagers who promised to take care of Liu Feng. Liu Feng pursed his lips, his eyes filled with an inexplicable chill. My parents are businessmen, and they don't make much money on weekdays. But it is still much better than the farmers who stay in the village to farm. Over the years, the money saved is not a lot, but it is definitely enough for me to live a stable life and have my own labor force. However, as far as I can remember, the only thing I eat every day is a bowl of cold porridge. Whenever he couldn't stand the hunger anymore, he would run to the nearby mountains to eat wild grass and chew tree bark. This seems to be what the people in the village taught me to do. Liu Feng clenched his fists, then loosened them, then silently picked up the bowl of porridge and drank it slowly. It’s so cool. It seems to be able to chill a person's heart to the core.

Liu Feng put the bowl back where it belonged, then went back into the house and closed the door. He took a deep breath, looked at his skinny body, and sighed. Now you should put aside all thoughts and the first thing you need to do is to find a way to keep your body healthy. I finally understood why when my martial soul awakened yesterday, even though I had full soul power, the sand civet cat in my hand only appeared for a few seconds and then fell to the ground. Now that I can function normally, I think it is a testament to my strong vitality. Liu Feng thought about it, looked around, and found only a small sickle that was rusted and full of gaps in the empty room. He picked it up, put it behind his waist and walked towards the mountains. (End of this chapter)