Martial Soul Awakening

Shen Yichen's Martial Soul Awakening was a matter of some importance, even in the Sea God Pavilion.

With Mu En's special permission, the Martial Soul Awakening was held right in the Sea God Pavilion.

Inside the Sea God Pavilion, Shen Yichen stood in the middle of a group of old men and women.

Beside him, his grandmother Lin Huiqun watched him with affection and encouragement.

In front of him stood his eldest senior sister, Zhang Lexuan, who was also a little nervous.

Besides those two, there was Mu En, the Sea God Pavilion's pillar of stability; Xuan Zi, the idle loafer with nothing better to do; and Ma Xiaotao, who had come on her master's behalf.

The other senior elders and academy directors each had their own work. They didn't have much time to watch a six-year-old child undergo Martial Soul Awakening, even if that child was a senior elder's descendant.

Of course, Shen Yichen also knew that the old bastard Yan Shaozhe had other motives for sending Ma Xiaotao to watch.

In the Sea God Pavilion, his grandmother Lin Huiqun was in charge of the Treasure Appraisal Pavilion. In other words, she held authority over the treasury.

Yan Shaozhe had obtained plenty of ice-attribute Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures for Ma Xiaotao to eat. Sending her here was mostly a way to make her face familiar.

Yan Shaozhe might be full of schemes, but that didn't mean Ma Xiaotao was too.

In the original story, Ma Xiaotao might have been a powder keg, ready to explode at the slightest spark, but after actually spending time with her, Shen Yichen felt that his Sister Xiaotao was just like a husky. As long as he knew how to handle her, he could fool her until she couldn't tell north from south.

"It's about time. We should awaken your Martial Soul."

Seeing the little white-haired ball standing among them, Mu En couldn't help wanting to tease him. "Little Yichen, do you want to awaken your father's Jade Ruyi or your mother's Sky Pillar?"

"Do I have to pick one?" Shen Yichen raised his little face and planted his hands on his hips. "Can't I have Twin Martial Souls?"

"Haha, good, good! Who says you can't?" Mu En loved how quick-witted Shen Yichen was. Just like him!

The little fellow Bei Bei was lively too, but he was very reserved in Mu En's presence.

"Twin Martial Souls?" Xuan Zi swallowed the chicken leg in his hand whole, crunching up the bones and gulping them down. "Never mind Twin Martial Souls. As long as your innate Soul Power exceeds rank eight, I'll personally go to the Star Dou Great Forest and catch you a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast to nourish yourself with!"

At that, Shen Yichen quietly swallowed.

Xuan Zi might not have acted like a decent human being in the original story, earning himself the joking title of the Holy Spirit Cult's Supreme Elder, but when it came to eating, he really knew his stuff. Over the years, Shen Yichen had often mooched meals off him.

The thought of that tender Soul Beast meat made him dizzy with craving.

"It's a deal!"

Shen Yichen looked at Zhang Lexuan as though he were marching bravely to his execution. "Come on, Sister Lexuan. I'm ready!"

"All right!" Zhang Lexuan slowly poured Soul Power into the crystal ball and formation for the Martial Soul Awakening.

Golden light spread and drifted through the Sea God Pavilion's main hall like fireflies.

Heat and a boiling sensation rose from inside his body.

A sharp light shone in Mu En's cloudy eyes, and Xuan Zi put down the food in his hand.

That display meant a top-tier Martial Soul! It was definitely a top-tier Martial Soul!

"Hold out your right hand!"

Shen Yichen could indeed feel a power surging in his right hand. Unfortunately, there was no response at all from his left.

He sighed inwardly and opened his right hand.

The golden light converged in an instant!

A staff sized to Shen Yichen's height appeared in his right hand.

It looked utterly plain: an ordinary, pitch-black iron staff, fitted with golden bands at both ends.

This perfectly ordinary iron staff seemed wholly unworthy of the impressive Soul Power fluctuations from moments ago.

Had the Martial Soul Awakening failed? A malignant mutation?

Even Shen Yichen had instinctively thought so when his pupils suddenly contracted. Near one of the golden bands, he spotted thirteen characters engraved across the staff: "Ruyi Jingu Bang, weighs thirteen thousand five hundred jin"!

The Ruyi Jingu Bang?!!!

I'm taking off!!!

"Yichen, let's test your innate Soul Power. Don't be afraid if your Martial Soul isn't good. Grandma has plenty of ways to help!"

Lin Huiqun stepped forward and gently stroked the little white-haired ball's head.

Xuan Zi was in no mood to joke either. He wiped his large, grease-stained hand on his clothes a couple of times, then took a crystal ball out of his Storage Soul Tool and handed it over.

Shen Yichen fought to keep the corners of his mouth from soaring upward as he reached out and placed his chubby little hand on the crystal ball.

Whoosh!

Brilliant light illuminated the entire Sea God Pavilion.

"Innate... full Soul Power?" Ma Xiaotao's eyes widened.

As everyone knew, the amount of innate Soul Power also reflected the strength of a Martial Soul to some extent. Since this plain iron staff was worthy of Innate Full Soul Power, that meant the staff itself was no ordinary thing!

"Haha, good, good!!!" Xuan Zi bared his teeth in a delighted grin.

"That's enough, Xuan Zi. Quiet down." Mu En raised a hand and waved, sending a current of air that made Xuan Zi stagger. "Good child, tell us about your Martial Soul."

"Mm!" Shen Yichen didn't yet know his Martial Soul in depth, but that was fine. He still had the Personal Status Panel provided by the diary system.

He opened the panel and recited it word for word to everyone present.

[Host: Shen Yichen

Martial Soul: Ruyi Jingu Bang

Soul Power Level: 10

Mind: 15

Body: 11

Skill: 5]

He turned to the second page.

[Passive skill · Divine Weapon: The Jingu Bang will always have the most comfortable and suitable weight in the host's hands. Its weight against enemies is preset to thirteen thousand five hundred jin.

Passive skill · Wishful Transformation: The Ruyi Jingu Bang can freely change size, and its weight will increase as its volume increases.

Passive skill · Indestructible Diamond Body: As long as the Jingu Bang remains in the host's grasp, the host is immune to all physical and energy damage.]

As he read, Shen Yichen's little face flushed with excitement.

Invincible! I'm truly invincible!

I thought I had the script of a mastermind behind the scenes, but it turns out I have the script of a deus ex machina playing in the mortal world.

On the Douluo Continent, my only weakness is mental attacks!

When Shen Yichen finished, everyone fell silent.

What? A Martial Soul like that actually exists in this world? Is that normal?

Xuan Zi scratched at his ears and cheeks in his eagerness. "Little fellow, how about you try hitting me?"

Although none of them thought Shen Yichen would lie at a time like this, it didn't feel real without seeing it for themselves.

"Hit you?" Shen Yichen shot his head up, eager to try.

His right hand stroked the Jingu Bang. For a six-year-old child, the staff was just over a meter long, and its thickness was just right for his chubby little hand to grip. From its appearance, the Jingu Bang not only failed to look like a divine weapon, it even seemed like a child's toy.

"Here I go, then."

"Mm!" Xuan Zi took a deep breath. After all, it was a weapon weighing more than ten thousand jin, worth taking seriously.

Shen Yichen slid his right hand from the center of the staff to the golden band at its end, then swung it at Xuan Zi like a baseball bat striking a ball.

Whoosh!

A vicious gust!

It whistled past in an instant!

"Xuan Zi! Martial Soul Possession!" Mu En couldn't help calling out a warning.

Mu En's warning was entirely unnecessary. When the Jingu Bang's vicious gust rushed toward Xuan Zi's face, his body's instinctive reaction was enough to activate Martial Soul Possession in an instant.

Boom!!!

Like a spinning top struck by a whip, Xuan Zi went flying, spinning through the air.