Tang San, Bound to the System, Seeks Investment

Tang San, Bound to the System, Seeks Investment

"Your name is Xu Changqing, correct?"

Su Yuntao crouched down, wearing what he considered a very approachable smile as he spoke gently.

"Respected Battle Soul Master, yes. I chose this name myself." Xu Changqing placed his right fist over his left chest and bowed slightly, performing the gesture of respect customary on the Douluo Continent.

By all rights, the "Blind God King" deserved this gesture. Without him, where would he have gotten his Twin Martial Souls?

Where would he have gotten the System?

Although both of his Twin Martial Souls were incomplete, and the System seemed somewhat "disobedient," with its functions still unclear for the time being—

Still, having something was better than having nothing!

Seeing how sensible and polite the child was, Su Yuntao felt even more pleased. Smiling, he said, "You chose it yourself? It's a very nice name! Child, would you like to join Spirit Hall? With your talent, we can arrange the finest cultivation resources and the best cultivation environment on the entire continent for you. Even if you wish to cultivate in Spirit City, that would be no trouble at all. I can submit an application for you, and the higher-ups will definitely approve it!"

"Spirit City?"

Xu Changqing's heart stirred. That was indeed the place with the most Titled Douluo on the entire Douluo Continent. If he casually took on a teacher there, his backing would surely be formidable.

Unfortunately, his Martial Soul was incomplete. They might not necessarily want him.

"That's right. Spirit City is the holy land in the hearts of all Soul Masters across the continent. It has the best teachers and the finest Spirit Master academy on the continent! If you can cultivate there, you will surely soar to great heights in the future!" Su Yuntao said enthusiastically, patiently persuading him.

Honestly!

Although Xu Changqing knew this "Blind God King" was selling him a dream—

He was still tempted!

To hell with Shrek!

Long live Spirit Hall!

"Um, Respected Battle Soul Master, if my Martial Soul has a flaw and can only allow me to cultivate to level fifty-nine, meaning I can ultimately only attach five Soul Rings... can I still cultivate in the Spirit City you mentioned?" Xu Changqing asked hesitantly.

Gah!

The smile on Su Yuntao's face froze.

He had already noticed that the child's lyre Martial Soul was missing two strings. Logically speaking, Martial Souls were not physical objects; they were formed from condensed Soul Power. How could they possibly be incomplete?

If something like this occurred, the Martial Soul had most likely mutated or possessed some inherent flaw.

But during the Soul Power test earlier, this child had Innate Full Soul Power!

What did that mean?

He was a peerless genius, one of only a handful on the entire continent!

Naturally, Su Yuntao had assumed his own knowledge was lacking and that his assessment of the child's Martial Soul had to be wrong. Perhaps the child's lyre Martial Soul was simply supposed to look like this, born with only five strings. After all, it was a powerful Martial Soul capable of granting a six-year-old child Innate Full Soul Power.

But now, what had he heard?

The Martial Soul had a flaw.

He could only cultivate to level fifty-nine?

He could only attach five Soul Rings?

Ah, this...

Can you imagine how I feel right now?

I saw countless Gold Soul Coins, each one sprouting legs and running away.

I saw my chance for a promotion and a raise slip right past me.

I saw my little "princess," Si Si, lying in someone else's arms.

Su Yuntao's vision went dark. The tremendous sense of loss nearly caused this level twenty-six Battle Soul Master to collapse and faint.

His lips trembled. "Ch-Child, you're lying to Uncle, right? Your Martial Soul is complete, right?"

"Uncle, more than anyone else, I wish my Martial Soul were complete. But... sigh." Xu Changqing let out a heavy sigh. He circulated the Soul Power in his body and poured it into the Five Dragon Lyre.

The Five Dragon Lyre, originally no bigger than his palm, shone as it received the infusion of Soul Power. It expanded in the wind and, in the blink of an eye, transformed into its original form, floating silently before him.

Since it was condensed from Soul Power, the Five Dragon Lyre was primarily white in color. It looked neither like wood nor jade. Five Divine Dragons were engraved across the middle of its body, coiling and intertwining amid cloud patterns as though riding the mist and soaring through the clouds, lifelike in every detail.

The lyre was three chi, six cun, and five fen long, and six cun wide, corresponding respectively to the three hundred sixty-five days of a year and the number of the six directions.

Its thirteen markers corresponded to the twelve months in the musical calendar and celestial phenomena, while the remaining marker corresponded to the leap month.

It currently had five strings, each a different color. From top to bottom, they were gold, green, blue, red, and yellow. At the bottom, it was plainly visible that two strings were missing.

The lyre was like a perfect painting with one corner missing, making it especially regrettable.

In his previous life, Xu Changqing had been a master of the lyre, inheriting the Guangling School. Though his skill could not compare to the legendary masters of ancient times, he had studied the art deeply. Perhaps because of his persistent fondness for it, one of his Martial Souls in this life had turned out to be a lyre. He was quite satisfied with that.

The only uncomfortable part was probably the missing two strings. To someone like him who pursued perfection, it felt like a fishbone lodged in his throat, impossible to swallow and impossible to spit out.

"Uncle, I don't want to deceive you. See for yourself." Xu Changqing sighed softly and pointed to the Five Dragon Lyre with its two missing strings.

In truth, Xu Changqing did not even need to point it out. With a single glance, Su Yuntao understood that the lyre was undoubtedly incomplete. He was so certain not because he had any particularly deep research into Martial Souls, but because every aspect of the lyre—its appearance and the feeling it gave off—suggested the same thing. It was as though Heaven itself had decreed that it could never be whole.

A genius with Innate Full Soul Power, yet possessing an incomplete Martial Soul—this made Su Yuntao think once more of that earlier child, who had Innate Full Soul Power but whose Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass.

Two extraordinarily gifted children, yet both were like this?

This truly was...

"Fate toys with people."

After a long silence, Su Yuntao finally shook his head and sighed bitterly.

He patted Xu Changqing's shoulder and forced an ugly smile. "Child, don't lose heart. Though your Martial Soul has a flaw, becoming a Soul King-level expert in the future should still be no problem. However..."

"However, you probably have no hope of getting into Spirit City," Su Yuntao said, shaking his head regretfully.

Xu Changqing nodded lightly. Having prepared himself mentally, he was not overly disappointed. He merely said calmly, "Then, Uncle, can you help me issue a work-study certificate for Notting Academy?"

Notting City, at the city gates.

An old man and a young boy entered with the crowd.

The old man leaned on a cane, trembling as he asked the roadside vendors about something.

The younger one wore clothes covered in patches and carried a small bundle on his back. His brow was tightly furrowed, and his eyes were full of puzzled confusion at the situation.

Ding, the Supreme God King Cultivation System has begun binding to the host.

Ding, the Supreme God King Cultivation System has successfully bound to the host.

System Binding Target: Tang San of the Douluo Continent.

This System was created by an unknown great existence and is dedicated to cultivating the host into the strongest God King in the Douluo world.

The host must not deliberately or intentionally reveal the existence of this System to any person or living creature by any means. Otherwise, the host will be directly erased by this System, and their soul will be cast into the eighteen levels of hell to endure ten thousand years of torment.

The System's highest principle is to help the host become stronger. The host is requested not to harbor any doubts toward this System.

Below are the System missions the host must carry out each week. System missions will be updated once every week.

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