Horned Dragon Staff Soul, Innate Full Soul Power

"Ah, all right."

Su Yuntao did not think much of it. Although Tang San possessed Innate Full Soul Power, Blue Silver Grass was such a Trash Spirit. What a pity.

"Come on, Xiao Lin. Hold out your right hand."

Su Yuntao beckoned to Xiao Lin, who stepped into the Spirit awakening ceremony.

As a flash of Golden Light passed, Xiao Lin gently closed his eyes within the Six-Star Light Array. Bathed in the Golden Light, he felt pleasantly warm.

Suddenly, countless golden motes surged forth. In an instant, the soul power within Xiao Lin was drawn out, and a Silver-White Staff appeared in his hand.

"So heavy!"

Xiao Lin's hand sank. He opened his eyes and looked.

The Silver-White Staff was roughly two and a half meters long, with special patterns at both ends. From afar, it looked like a dragon.

Su Yuntao frowned. "This weapon looks pretty impressive. What kind of weapon is it? A Dragon Pattern Staff?"

Su Yuntao could not recognize the true name of Xiao Lin's Spirit, but from its appearance, he knew Xiao Lin's Innate Soul Power could not be bad.

"This is the Imprisoning Dragon Staff, not the Dragon Pattern Staff."

When Su Yuntao asked, Xiao Lin naturally spoke the name of his Spirit.

Even he did not know this name. How had it come out of his mouth?

"Imprisoning Dragon Staff? What a domineering name!"

Hearing the name, Su Yuntao was already imagining Xiao Lin becoming a Soul Master, a Soul Grandmaster, and even a Soul Elder.

On Douluo Continent, no Spirit associated with dragons could be weak. They could even be said to be terrifyingly powerful.

Among ordinary Spirits, apex hunters such as wolves, tigers, and leopards became Top-level Spirits once an attribute was added.

If it was a dragon, then even without any attribute enhancement, it was absolutely a Top-level Spirit.

"Quick, quick, quick, Xiao Lin! Brother Tao will test what level your Innate Soul Power is."

For a moment, Su Yuntao was even more excited than Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin withdrew his thoughts and recalled the heavy Imprisoning Dragon Staff, silently resolving to train his physique.

Su Yuntao held the blue crystal ball before Xiao Lin, signaling for him to inject soul power into it.

Xiao Lin was already familiar with this. He directly placed his right hand on the crystal ball.

In an instant, the entire dim room became as bright as day.

Su Yuntao narrowed his eyes and raised a hand to shield them.

"With this brightness, it's Innate Full Soul Power."

Su Yuntao muttered. The light was even more dazzling than Tang San's.

Tang San, standing nearby, had opened his Purple Demon Eyes and was staring fixedly at Xiao Lin, disbelief flashing across his face.

Could Blue Silver Grass really be a Trash Spirit? If I used the other one...

Tang San speculated curiously. For some reason, he gradually began to acknowledge Xiao Lin in his heart.

I originally thought I would give Brother Lin a hand, but who would have thought...

Soon, as the light faded, Su Yuntao stared blankly at the blue crystal ball in his hand, now filled with glowing soul power.

"Innate Full Soul Power! There are actually two people with Innate Full Soul Power in such a small village, and Xiao Lin even has a top-tier Weapon Soul."

"I have Innate Full Soul Power?"

Only then did Xiao Lin snap back to his senses. Though he had already prepared himself for the possibility of level seven, eight, or even nine, now that he had been told he possessed Innate Full Soul Power, Xiao Lin could not help but be dazed for a moment.

Xiao Lin's expression remained unchanged on the surface, but inwardly, he was already overwhelmed with joy.

Not to mention anything else, with Innate Full Soul Power and immortal herbs, as long as he worked hard, Xiao Lin becoming a god was inevitable.

What Xiao Lin needed to consider now was what kind of god he would become.

Should he steal Tang San's divine throne?

Damn it, how could I even think that as Little San's big brother?

Little San had not gone astray at all. Xiao Lin had even taught him benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness. How would doing that make him any different from the double-standard Tang San?

Besides, there were so many divine thrones on Douluo Continent. Why did he have to steal Tang San's?

For one thing, he would still need to mooch immortal herbs off Tang San in the future.

"Xiao Lin, do you want to join Spirit Hall?"

At that moment, excitement flashed across Su Yuntao's face as he asked Xiao Lin enthusiastically.

"Brother Tao, I won't be joining Spirit Hall. I'd rather stay closer to Grandfather."

Xiao Lin refused Su Yuntao, and it was not because of Tang San.

It could only be said that Tang San could still be molded into an upstanding young man, while Spirit Hall was already rotten from top to bottom.

Xiao Lin could not say for certain.

But the upper ranks set the example for those below. Xiao Lin knew better than anyone what kind of person Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall, was.

A person influenced by the Evil Thoughts of the Rakshasa God—calling her innately Evil would not be an exaggeration.

Do not assume that once Bibi Dong unified the continent, it would become a world of freedom and peace.

As long as this world had the profession of Soul Master, it would naturally have social classes.

Not everyone possessed the virtue of a saint.

Even in Xiao Lin's previous life, such class divisions had not been completely eliminated.

And when it came to religion, Xiao Lin was instinctively distrustful.

Who did not know what those medieval churches had done?

As for changing the state of the Douluo Continent, Xiao Lin could only say that such thinking was naive.

Even if Xiao Lin became a God, he might not necessarily be able to accomplish it.

How often did things like being unable to control one's own fate, or fate playing tricks on people, happen?

At most, Xiao Lin could reduce the gap between these classes.

For example, everyone in the world becoming Soul Masters—or no one in the world being a Soul Master.

He had thought too much. Xiao Lin came back to his senses, thanked Su Yuntao, and prepared to leave with Tang San.

When he opened the door, Old Jack had already been waiting outside.

His aged face was full of anxiety. After all, his own grandson was involved this time.

"Xiao Lin, how did it go?"

Hope flashed through Old Jack's cloudy eyes as he looked eagerly at Xiao Lin, hoping to hear good news from him.

"Hehe, Grandfather, Little San and I both have Innate Full Soul Power. We'll soon become Soul Masters."

Xiao Lin announced the good news, and a flush immediately rose to Old Jack's face.

"Good, good, good! It seems Holy Soul Village will truly have a Soul Saint in the future."

Old Jack burst into laughter and immediately entered the room, taking out a bag of money to thank Su Yuntao.

Xiao Lin had no interest in that. He was already heading home with Tang San.

On the way home, after making sure there was no one around, Xiao Lin suddenly spoke to Tang San, who was lost in thought.

"Little San, you have Twin Martial Souls, don't you?"

"What?! Twin Martial Souls? What is that?"

Tang San understood Xiao Lin's words from the literal meaning alone, but instinctively chose to hide it.

"Little San, I've read quite a few books. You can't hide it from me. Now, I'm going to share an opinion with you, so don't be too shocked."

Xiao Lin turned to look at Tang San. Seeing the conflicted and troubled expression on his face, he could not help but laugh.

Tang San could only stare blankly at Xiao Lin. In this world, he was a complete outsider. Even matters concerning Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power had been explained to him by Xiao Lin.

Now that his Martial Soul had awakened, he would need much more knowledge about Martial Souls in the future.

"Blue Silver Grass cannot possibly have Innate Full Soul Power unless it is something extraordinary. I suspect yours is not Blue Silver Grass, but the Blue Silver King."

After Xiao Lin finished speaking, Tang San was dumbfounded. The Blue Silver King? There was such a thing?

"Of course, it might not be the Blue Silver King. It could be the even more powerful Blue Silver Emperor. I don't know whether such Martial Souls exist among Soul Beasts, but Blue Silver Grass can absolutely never possess Innate Full Soul Power."

"What if it can?" Tang San thought of his Mysterious Heaven Skill and argued back.

"Then what is your other Martial Soul? Normally, a Soul Master can only inherit the stronger Martial Soul of their parents. If it isn't the Blue Silver King or the Blue Silver Emperor, could some worthless trash Martial Soul coexist with another Martial Soul and still have Innate Full Soul Power?"

Xiao Lin's words left Tang San silent. He had some guesses in his heart. Perhaps Xiao Lin was right.