Martial Soul Awakening

Bibi Dong walked straight over and sat down in front of Bi Zihan. Looking at him, she said, "Zihan, how well have you learned the things I taught you?"

"Mom, I've more or less learned everything you taught me. It's just that staying in the courtyard all the time feels rather dull and boring." Bi Zihan set down the book in his hands, blinked, and looked at Bibi Dong.

"Zihan, you still have a long way to go. Besides, I'm keeping you from going out to protect you. But I happen to have time now, so I can take you to awaken your Martial Soul and bring you out to have some fun while we're at it." Bibi Dong reached out and arranged Bi Zihan's hair, using it to completely cover the black Twelve-Winged Angel Mark on his forehead.

"Awaken my Martial Soul? I can awaken my Martial Soul now?" Bi Zihan's eyes instantly lit up. As a transmigrator, he naturally knew how important awakening one's Martial Soul was.

If he could awaken a good Martial Soul and possess high Innate Soul Power, then his future would be limitless. But if he awakened a useless Martial Soul and had no Soul Power at all, then he could only live an ordinary, mediocre life.

As for what Grandmaster had said in the original work—that there were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters—that was nothing but a joke. Tang San's two Martial Souls: the first was the top-tier plant-type Martial Soul, the Blue Silver Emperor, while the second was the top-tier Tool Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer. Which one was useless?

If there truly were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters, then why had Grandmaster struggled for most of his life without ever breaking through the bottleneck of rank twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster? If Tang San had not given him the Nine-Grade Violet Mushroom, Grandmaster probably would never have broken through the rank twenty-nine bottleneck in his entire life.

By Grandmaster's own logic—that there were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters—wouldn't that make him useless himself?

Bibi Dong smiled faintly and gently patted Bi Zihan on the head. "All right, Zihan. I'll take you to awaken your Martial Soul."

"Okay, Mom." Bi Zihan agreed and followed behind Bibi Dong as they headed out of the courtyard. As they passed the maid, Bi Zihan did not forget to turn and glance at her.

The maid lowered her head and did not look into Bi Zihan's eyes. Only after the two had left did she raise her head and tidy away the books on the stone table.

Bibi Dong did not take Bi Zihan to Spirit Hall. Instead, she walked directly out of Spirit City, traveled several hundred meters through the forest, and arrived at a secret chamber.

The moment the chamber door opened, Evil Energy surged out from within. Yet Bi Zihan felt no resistance toward it; on the contrary, he found it extremely comfortable.

The two walked through a long passage and arrived before a statue. Looking at the statue ahead, Bi Zihan unexpectedly felt a sense of closeness.

"Zihan, stand here and don't move around. I'll awaken your Martial Soul." Bibi Dong took six black stones from her Soul Tool.

After infusing Soul Power into the stones, she tossed them toward Bi Zihan. Watching the stones fly toward him, Bi Zihan did not dodge and simply stood where he was.

The six black stones began revolving around Bi Zihan's body. As they spun, a pale golden barrier gradually appeared, enveloping him within it.

Within the barrier, Bi Zihan only felt his body growing hot, as though a slumbering power within him were gradually awakening.

His hair fluttered despite the absence of wind, and his eyes gained a faint bloody hue. Behind him appeared an angel with six pairs of black wings, while a large blackish-purple scythe covered in countless swirling demonic patterns appeared in his hand.

A dark and evil aura spread from Bi Zihan's body. In particular, the large scythe in his hand seemed to resonate with this place, causing the surrounding Evil Energy to churn of its own accord.

"Fallen Angel, Rakshasa Demon Scythe, Twin Martial Souls!" Bibi Dong's eyes were full of delight and affection as she looked at Bi Zihan's two Martial Souls.

A blue crystal ball appeared in Bibi Dong's hand. Just as she was about to step forward and have Bi Zihan test his Soul Power, a voice sounded in her mind.

"Don't go over yet!"

Upon hearing the voice, Bibi Dong glanced in the statue's direction. Though somewhat puzzled, she did not continue forward.

But Bi Zihan's consciousness had already entered a world of darkness. There was no time here, nothing at all—only endless darkness and endless loneliness.

Bi Zihan had experienced such darkness and loneliness in his previous life. Since he had been a professional assassin who walked amid darkness and solitude, this feeling was not unfamiliar to him.

The only difference was that in his previous life, he had felt it within his heart, whereas now, it lay before his very eyes.

An unknown amount of time passed, and Bi Zihan did not know how long he had traveled through the darkness. He simply walked alone toward the front, as though hoping to leave this dark world behind.

"What exactly have you experienced that made you afraid to leave this darkness and face your true heart?" A gentle voice sounded ahead of Bi Zihan.

Within Bi Zihan's sight, a woman gradually approached from ahead. She wore a black long dress, had a lovely face, and possessed a cascade of black hair flowing down her back.

As Bi Zihan watched the approaching woman, a sense of closeness rose from the depths of his heart. Moreover, she gave him a very strange feeling, one he had never experienced before and did not know how to describe.

"Who are you?" Bi Zihan wore an innocent expression, but inwardly, he had raised his guard and was ready to act at any moment.

"Who I am isn't important. You only need to know that I'm here to lead you out of this darkness. Put away your vigilance and your little schemes. Follow behind me, and I'll lead you out of this darkness." The woman did not answer Bi Zihan's question. Instead, she gave a soft laugh, turned around, and walked forward.

Bi Zihan quietly followed behind the woman, but he did not relax his vigilance or guard for even a moment. Though this woman gave him a sense of closeness, Bi Zihan had never seen her before.

Moreover, this place was far too strange, and the woman's appearance had been far too sudden. Thus, Bi Zihan had no choice but to remain vigilant and wary. At the very least, until he learned the woman's identity, that vigilance and wariness could not disappear.