My Soul Pets All Seem to Be Seriously Ill

The year 2042 is the fifteenth year since the soul has been revived. Cracks emerged, soul beasts ran rampant, and a handful of humans awakened as soul pet masters. China has established a Kyushu academy system to cultivate warriors who can contract spirit beasts and protect humans. There is an iron rule in the entire circle of soul pet masters: everyone under the leadership is an ant. Lin Jiu, eighteen years old, has an awakening rating of F - the lowest level. The soul power is so weak that instruments can barely capture it, and theoretically it cannot even feed a soul beast. But on the day of awakening, a gray-brown owl broke through the window, landed on his shoulder, and blew a smoke ring into the inspector's face. Then he signed a soul contract unilaterally - without even saying hello. Lin Qiu named it Lao Smoking Gun. And when the admission notice from Mordu University was delivered to him - an F-level loser was admitted to the top soul pet master academy in the country under special circumstances. No one told him why. No one told him that his file was marked with four words: Soul Pact No. 0. No one told him that his mother, who disappeared into the depths of the rift fifteen years ago, left him with a mark that could change the fate of two worlds. This is a story about cultivation, bonding and choice. About how a little pig walked out of the corner of the pig pen and stood in front of everyone on the battlefield. About how a stuffed bear who had been sealed away for seventeen years learned not to tremble anymore. About how a young leaf grows into a towering tree. About how an F-class "waste" led a group of "abnormal" soul beasts to walk a path that no one has ever walked before. The story begins with an owl blowing a smoke ring.