Martial Soul Awakening, Soul Power Allocation

The cheat had indeed changed. The gray progress bar was full.

Then, aside from an extra little dot beside it, there was nothing else.

No strange phenomenon, no inexplicable mysterious radiance, much less any soul sublimation.

Everything just now had only been his imagination.

Fang Ling tried to interfere, using his thoughts to select it.

Eh, just like Cthulhu, it couldn't be selected!

"Hmm..."

Unwilling to give up, he used an even firmer command again, but it still had no effect.

After pondering for a moment, he muttered to himself, Does it only truly reveal itself after I awaken my Martial Soul?

With a trace of anticipation, he viciously scrubbed his face with water.

He tried to make his face even paler, to look more like a European.

Then he knelt on the ground and continuously prayed to all gods and Buddhas, as well as someone like the Douluo Creation God, the Sea God, the Asura God, and so on.

He hoped to awaken a good Martial Soul and possess decent Soul Power.

Normally, with a cheat, one should be able to Destroy Heaven Earth Air, without having to be so humble.

But who could blame him when his cheat made no sense at all?

Praying wouldn't cost him a piece of flesh.

During his year as a beggar, Fang Ling had not begged others for the first time.

Dignity couldn't be eaten or provide sufficient nutrition. He had long since thrown it into the mud.

After a long while, he supported himself against the wall and stood up.

He straightened his Tattered but Clean Clothes, dusted himself off, and headed toward Spirit Hall.

Awakening a Martial Soul was a very solemn matter. Fang Ling was now a beggar, but that was precisely why he knew he could not be the slightest bit careless.

Whether one's clothes were clean was a matter of attitude.

Otherwise, if his stench offended a Soul Master, he would be in deep trouble.

Weakness and ignorance were not obstacles to survival. Arrogance was.

A transmigrator was not inherently superior to others. One would still die from being stabbed.

What was more, he was a beggar, so he had to watch his words and actions.

Notting City Spirit Hall Branch.

One of the most eye-catching landmarks in the city was a majestic domed building.

It stood at the center of the city, with an extremely bustling area surrounding it.

The academy enrollment period was about to begin, and it was time to uniformly awaken the Martial Souls of the city's Children of Age.

Thus, there were more people here than usual.

Since there was plenty of time and the crowd was spread out, it was not particularly crowded. This was even more true for Fang Ling.

Dressed like a beggar, who wouldn't frown and avoid him at the sight of him?

"Uncle, may I ask where I should go to awaken my Martial Soul?" Fang Ling asked, looking up at the Guard by the entrance.

"A little cripple wants to awaken his Martial Soul too?"

The two Guards remembered this little beggar. Both instinctively covered their noses, yet no foul smell reached them.

They exchanged surprised glances. One of them casually pointed and said, "Just follow the crowd inside. Master Su is in the Awakening Room."

Even beggars could come to Spirit Hall to awaken their Martial Souls once they reached the proper age.

"Thank you." Fang Ling hurriedly thanked him and walked in the direction of the crowd.

Following the flow of people, he lined up and climbed the stairs to the second floor. After passing through the second-floor corridor, he entered the tall arched door in the middle at the end of the passage.

Cries and sighs occasionally came from within.

Fang Ling curiously surveyed the scene inside.

A Black Stone Hexagram Array for awakening Martial Souls was embedded in the floor, controlled by a Handsome Youth with sword-like brows and starry eyes.

Combined with what the Guard had said, this should be the legendary Blind Douluo, Su Yuntao.

A blue Crystal Ball sat in a stand on the table beside him. A tall, well-endowed Female Spirit Master with decent looks was holding Paper and Pen, recording the results.

Fang Ling did not know her.

"Tool Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass? Tsk, there really are so many Trash Martial Souls. I haven't seen a single one with strong Soul Power. Go test your Soul Power over there. Next."

Su Yuntao announced expressionlessly.

Fang Ling keenly caught those words. That meant the Gears of Fate had not begun to turn yet.

Su Yuntao and the Female Spirit Master worked together with great coordination.

Very quickly, it was the turn of the Pale Face boy in front of Fang Ling, who looked as if he had Congenital Kidney Deficiency.

Green Light Spirit Power flowed into the black stone. Pale Gold Light enveloped him, and Golden Light Spots drifted into his body.

"Raise your right hand."

A moment later, Su Yuntao said, "Beast Martial Soul, Bat. It might be able to fly, much better than Blue Silver Grass. Next."

The Kidney Deficient Pale Faced Boy stepped out of the Black Stone Hexagram Array, and Fang Ling hurriedly entered it, standing in the center.

Under Su Yuntao's slightly astonished gaze, he bowed politely.

"Master Su, please."

After waiting so long, it was finally his turn.

All gods and Buddhas, especially the Sea God—Buddha Tang, bless me!

Perhaps his Refreshing Countenance and Tattered but Clean Clothes had worked, and Fang Ling was also more polite. Su Yuntao gave this beggar a faint smile.

"Mm, stand properly."

Green light entered the stone, golden light enveloped his body, and light spots entered him. The familiar process passed.

Su Yuntao nodded slightly. "Tool Martial Soul, Sickle. Its range is short, but it has some Attack Power. If you have Soul Power, you can become a Battle Spirit Master."

"Yes, thank you for your guidance, Master."

Fang Ling's voice trembled slightly. Looking at the Illusory Gray Light Shadow that had quietly changed before his eyes, he unconsciously clenched his fists.

Prayer was useless. He had no Melodramatic Background, and his Martial Soul was terrible.

Fortunately, his cheat had changed and unfolded into a Stats Panel.

It was a simple Stat Allocation Panel!

"Go test your Soul Power." Su Yuntao waved his hand. "Next."

Fang Ling walked to the table. The Beautiful Woman pointed at the Crystal Ball. "Come, place your right hand on it."

Though her eyes revealed a Scornful Look, her expression did not change.

He hurriedly glanced at the Stats Panel's data. No miracle occurred. His Soul Power was zero.

Without time to think further, Fang Ling directly used his thoughts to add the Sole Point to Soul Power.

Soul Power: 0→1(0%)(+)

A light breeze blew through the room. Just as she was about to announce the result, the blue Crystal Ball gave off a faint glow.

The Female Spirit Master immediately corrected herself. "Zero... Level One Soul Power."

"Your name? No, you're a beggar, right? Did you have an identity before?"

"I named myself Fang Ling. I didn't have a name before." Fang Ling shook his head.

His Previous Life had been beautiful, but it was already in the past.

This Life, he was merely a beggar struggling for Difficult Survival. Where would he get an identity?

"Alright, go wait in the room outside with the open door. When we have time later, we'll arrange an identity for you."

No matter what their past was, as long as they had the potential to become Soul Masters, even beggars could be newly registered.

"Thank you, Pretty Sister." Fang Ling stood and bowed in thanks.

"Hehe, my name is Si Si. Go on."

Hearing that, she smiled, then continued with her work.

Under the envious gazes of some Children, Fang Ling walked into the Small Room to the side and sat down.

Then he let out a breath. Only now did he have time to carefully examine his cheat.

Host: Fang Ling

Martial Soul: Sickle (Lv1)(+)

(A common farm tool used in rural areas for harvesting crops and cutting grass. It was fifty-five centimeters long, with a crescent-shaped blade. The back measured eighteen centimeters, the edge measured sixteen centimeters, and it had no fine slanted serrations. Its handle was wooden and thirty centimeters long.)

Soul Power: 1(+)

Soul Ring: None

Soul Bone: None

Specialty: Sharpness Lv1 (Martial Soul Innate Specialty, an inherent property of Metal Bladed Ironware. It is just an Ordinary Sickle, suitable for cutting grass. It isn't an axe—do you really expect to use it to chop down trees?)

Endurance Lv1 (Martial Soul Innate Specialty, an inherent property of metal ironware. Like Blacksmith Hand Forged work, it is neither Hundred Refinements nor Thousand Refinements. It is made from ordinary iron, so do not expect too much from an Agricultural Scythe's hardness or toughness.)

Points: 0

The author is a Newbie. Please go easy on the criticism, thank you.