After Lin Mo awakened, the whole class laughed at his Martial Spirit, a black-haired caterpillar.
Campus beauty Su Wanqing’s Ice Phoenix Spirit intimidated the entire class, but only Lin Mo saw her secretly feeding candy to the caterpillar at night.
“Your cultivation is unstable?” He saw through the girl’s strained facade. “Train for three more days and you’ll cripple yourself.”
At the monthly exam tournament, his opponent’s Rampaging Rhino Spirit roared like thunder.
The caterpillar in Lin Mo’s arms lazily opened its eyes, and the opponent’s rhino immediately dropped to the ground, whimpering.
When the capital’s prodigies mocked him for only knowing how to control bugs,
the mass of black mist suddenly spread out dragon wings that blotted out the sky, and its roar shook the heavens.
Only later did Lin Mo realize: what he’d been raising wasn’t a bug at all.
It was the ancestor of all spirits.
