Ch. 5 Two Soul Types

After waiting nearly two hours, it was time for Paskha to find out his innate mana level. He had experienced this before and remembered the result of this emergence very well. Despite that, he followed this ritual like any other child patiently.

He walked into a small tent where an older man was waiting inside with an indifferent attitude—in that elder's hand was a crystal orb that was quite considerable, as big as a human head. That orb would measure the innate mana level of all these children.

If there was no reaction, one's innate mana was at level one; if it was white, it was at level two. Bone, beige, peach colors were in level three, and so on.

These five levels could be considered low and had almost no abilities—that was to say, a person with this innate mate couldn't become any cultivator. On the other hand, the five colors above were yellow, green, blue, and purple; the highest was gold.

Paskha knew his result was gold, and by having the highest level of innate mana, he had the potential to have other skill types. He recalled he could heal himself and fly without using wings—Paskha also remembered that as soon as King Ahasuerus heard he had gold-grade innate mana, the king immediately appointed Sir Clove as his direct tutor and brought him to the palace.

Paskha placed one hand on his chest and concentrated on regulating the potency of his mana flow. After that, he opened his eyes and approached the elder with a confused look as if he didn't know what to do.

"Place your hand on this orb and imagine something flowing down your palm."

Paskha complied and placed his right hand on the crystal orb. Gradually the crystal lighted up, showing white, then turned bone-white, beige, and so on until it stopped at the green.

"Level seven. Not bad."

A thin smile adorned Paskha's lips when listening to the elder's comments. He managed to control his sizeable innate mana to become small so that it was undetectable by this crystal ball.

The average gifted child was a level seven—very few are level eight, let alone nine and ten. Sir Clove was one of those rare people, and the case of Paskha in the past was even rarer to the point that it shocked all the teachers and the court.

Below that were just ordinary kids in levels five and six.

"Now, let's test your soul type. You stand there."

Paskha walked towards a circle array that had been prepared. This array was an exceptional array that possessed an intense spiritual pressure to suppress anyone standing within this circle.

If one had a defensive type, one's body would not feel the pressure from the array. However, if one possessed the offensive one, one's entire body would emit a yellowish light to counteract the gravitational force on him.

But if one has the ability as a support, that person would fall, and the hand that hits the ground would give off a bluish light indicating its ability as a healer.

Paskha couldn't trick this array because his physical body didn't allow him to hide his soul type—defensive and offensive. He had managed to deceive the crystal orb and conceal his actual innate mana level, but he would not be able to fool this array.

Paskha walked into the circle array with leisurely steps and let the pressure rain down all over his body. He didn't feel any pressure as expected, but his body emitted a yellowish light to counteract the array's gravitational force.

Should Paskha pretend to be in pain? As far as he could remember, the person who possessed the offensive type still felt pressured into a cold sweat but could still stand up because the yellow light from his body helped him fight back.

He could have pretended to be in pain, but… he couldn't fake sweat. Ultimately, Paskha decided to let the geezer know he had two soul types. In addition, he still wanted Sir Clove to become his direct teacher. Sir Clove may indeed be the teacher of all the children in the academy. Still, once the students graduated from the academy, these children were released from Sir Clove's responsibilities.

On the other hand, if a child had a direct teacher, the teacher would never stop imparting his knowledge to his students. In a way, students were like children, which means they will inherit what is valuable to their teacher.

Sir Clove had no direct disciples, and the only reason he was willing to become Paskha's direct teacher was that Paskha had two soul types and full-level innate mana.

Even without the king's request, who sent Clove to become Paskha's direct teacher, Paskha knew Sir Clove would still make him his direct student.

It had been ages since Sir Clove had wanted to pass down his knowledge and soul mastery before he retired. The problem was he couldn't find a candidate that matched his soul gift after searching for so long. That's why, as soon as he found out that Paskha had two soul types and a full-level innate mana, Sir Clove immediately volunteered to become his direct teacher before the king's order came.

"Boy, you don't feel any pain?" an old man's voice sounded to interrupt Paskha's reverie.

"No," answered Paskha politely, giving a thin smile.

"You… You have two soul types?"

"What?" as if he didn't understand what was happening, Paskha glanced at his own body, which was currently glowing yellow. "Two soul types? Is that possible?"

Of course, people with more than one soul type were extremely rare. And once again… Sir Clove was that rare person, making Paskha even less willing to change his direct teacher.

His decisions might change, and the path of cultivation training might differ… but he would not change who would be his direct teacher.

A teacher was like a father, and once a teacher, he would not change it even if he had a second chance.