A Lucky Break!

"Bang!"

A thunderous crash rang out across the sky!

A young man was sent flying on the road. Before dying, he unwillingly took one last look around, then smiled in relief.

It was a bright-red heavy truck.

The protagonist was dead!

Douluo Continent, Aolai City!

"Five hundred Federation Coins! Little brat, you're in pretty good luck today!"

At the garbage dump, Old Man Yu stroked his beard and smiled at the little boy in front of him.

Although the boy was young, he was extremely sensible and well-liked throughout the neighborhood. If Lin Xuan hadn't insisted on living alone, the neighbors would have adopted him long ago.

"Hehe, I just happened to catch Uncle Mang opening the furnace for Forging, so I picked up some scraps."

Lin Xuan chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.

"Little Lin, you should be about to awaken your Martial Soul too, right?"

Old Man Yu folded the Federation Coins and handed them to Lin Xuan as he asked.

On the Douluo Continent, a Martial Soul could be said to determine a person's destiny. If someone was lucky enough to awaken a powerful Martial Soul, they could rise to prominence in one leap and become a noble Spirit Master.

It could be said that awakening a Martial Soul was like being reborn for ordinary people. Every year, golden phoenixes flew out of humble chicken coops.

"The awakening ceremony is tomorrow!"

Lin Xuan said, his eyes filled with anticipation.

He had transmigrated to the Douluo Continent six years ago. His parents had died without a trace in a shipwreck when he was three, giving him the standard orphan opening. Fortunately, with the neighbors' support, Lin Xuan had grown up to this day.

He only hoped that tomorrow he could awaken a top-tier Martial Soul. As for Twin Martial Souls, he didn't dare hope for that.

"You're such a clever boy. You'll definitely become a Spirit Master!"

Old Man Yu smiled kindly.

"Then I'll borrow your auspicious words, Old Yu."

Lin Xuan smiled in reply, then turned and left.

The next day, Lin Xuan rose early and headed excitedly to the nearby Red Mountain Academy.

The street outside the academy was packed with people early in the morning. They were all parents who had brought their children to awaken their Martial Souls. Everyone had come in pairs or groups, while Lin Xuan stood alone, making him especially conspicuous.

"Lin Xuan! Over here!"

Just as Lin Xuan was about to join the long line, a gentle voice suddenly came from the front. He looked ahead and saw a Middle-aged Man in his thirties or forties waving at him.

The man wore a plaid shirt and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, giving him a scholarly air.

"Uncle Tang!"

Lin Xuan walked over and addressed Tang Ziran.

When Lin Xuan went to Mang Tian's place to pick up Forging scraps, he often happened to run into Tang Ziran as well. After meeting repeatedly, the two had grown familiar with each other. Tang Ziran both admired and felt sorry for Lin Xuan's self-reliant and independent nature.

"Perfect timing. We'll go together!"

Tang Ziran pulled Lin Xuan over, then turned to the little boy hiding behind him.

"Wulin, this is Lin Xuan, the one I told you about before. He should be a few months older than you. Call him Brother."

"Brother Xuan!"

Tang Wulin opened his Carslan Big Eyes and curiously sized Lin Xuan up.

The clothes of this boy his age were somewhat worn, and the cuffs of his trousers had faded slightly. Yet he stood there with his back perfectly straight, radiating a sense of righteousness. Tang Wulin couldn't help developing a favorable impression of him. He often heard his father mention Lin Xuan.

"Wulin! If anyone bullies you at school in the future, tell Brother Xuan. I've got your back."

Lin Xuan smiled and enthusiastically thumped his chest.

There was still a divine thought of God King Tang lurking inside Tang Wulin. If he could befriend Tang Wulin, Lin Xuan would certainly choose to do so!

Not to mention that he had no cheat right now—even if he did, Tang San had left so many trump cards for Tang Wulin that any one of them would be enough to give him a headache.

If this were a novel, Lin Xuan might choose to punch Tang San and kick Asura. But he had transmigrated into this world now.

Naturally, he had to recognize the situation and act accordingly! Who could blame Tang San for having transmigrated twenty thousand years earlier?

Besides, Lin Xuan's impression of Tang Wulin wasn't bad. Aside from being a little too love-brained, he was otherwise acceptable. Besides, Tang Wulin was still just a brat, so there was room to guide him.

"Okay! Thank you, Brother Xuan!"

Tang Wulin's heart warmed, and he gave Lin Xuan a sweet smile.

Tang Ziran watched the harmonious pair from the side, feeling deeply gratified.

"Tang Wulin, Lin Xuan!"

Before long, it was their turn. Tang Ziran led them into Red Mountain Academy.

The three followed the Teacher at the front and wound through the school's paths for several minutes before finally arriving beneath a teaching building.

"Parents can accompany them up to here!"

The Teacher stopped and turned to Tang Ziran.

"Children, go on!"

Tang Ziran spoke gently to the two boys.

"Dad! I'll definitely awaken a powerful Martial Soul."

Tang Wulin walked toward the teaching building, then suddenly turned around and shouted to Tang Ziran.

"Do your best!"

Tang Ziran raised a fist and cheered him on.

"Brother Xuan, let's go!"

Encouraged by Tang Ziran, Tang Wulin followed Lin Xuan into the teaching building with a grin.

The Awakening Room here was divided into seven floors, with one independent Awakening Room on each floor. Lin Xuan and Tang Wulin split up and went to different Awakening Rooms. Lin Xuan went to the second floor.

When he entered the Awakening Room, a bald man wearing an ancient-style robe was already waiting there.

The orange robe the man wore was embroidered with faint patterns in the shapes of soul beasts. Unlike several tens of thousands of years ago, ordinary people were now awakened by Spirit Masters from the Spirit Pagoda.

"Little friend, don't be afraid. Stand in the middle."

When the Spirit Master saw Lin Xuan enter, he smiled warmly.

At his words, Lin Xuan followed the Spirit Master's instructions and stepped forward with his heart pounding.

I wonder what kind of Martial Soul I'll awaken!

Will I be enjoying life in a club, or heading out to work? It all depends on this round.

"Clear your mind and relax. I'm about to begin!"

Seeing that Lin Xuan was ready, the Spirit Master reminded him.

Under Lin Xuan's curious gaze, a gentle white light lit up on the Spirit Master's fingertip. He lightly pointed into the air, and the white light on his hand shot skyward like fireworks blooming at night, scattering in all directions.

As the white light descended, gorgeous patterns lit up across the surrounding walls. They stretched from the ceiling to the walls, finally converging beneath Lin Xuan's feet.

Countless rays of white light surged into Lin Xuan's body. He felt a tingling force flow into his body from the soles of his feet.

The scene before him gradually blurred. A vast, empty spiritual cosmos appeared before his eyes. It was an endless darkness, but as the white light poured in, a strange power deep within the spiritual cosmos seemed ready to burst forth.

After an unknown amount of time, a sudden stabbing pain welled up in Lin Xuan's palm, as though he had been pricked by a needle. He opened his eyes.

A small azure plant had appeared in his palm. Unlike ordinary plants, the azure grass was not fragile. Instead, a faint sharpness seemed to seep from its tip.

"Is this Azure Leaf Grass? No, it feels somewhat different."

The Spirit Master looked at the grass in Lin Xuan's hand and spoke in confusion. Although Azure Leaf Grass was somewhat better than a useless Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass, it clearly did not possess this kind of unrestrained sharpness.

Mutated Martial Soul!

Facing the Spirit Master's confusion, Lin Xuan spoke inwardly.

His Martial Soul had mutated. Calling this Azure Leaf Grass an Azure Leaf Sword Grass would be more fitting.