Taking a Disciple

Radiant Feather Douluo.

He was one of the Seven Great Worshipers of Spirit Hall, ranked fifth among them. His Soul Power had reached level ninety-six, making him a Super Douluo. Like Ye Tianxing, his martial soul was a bow, but its attribute was ice.

As for Ye Tianxing's Withered Wood Bow, its attributes and characteristics had yet to reveal themselves. Perhaps they would only emerge after he obtained his first Spirit Ring.

The moment he finished speaking, Radiant Feather Douluo seemed to vanish into thin air, disappearing from where he stood.

"Radiant Feather Douluo is a worshiper of Spirit Hall. Regardless of his status or influence within Spirit Hall, he holds great authority. Becoming his disciple would be an excellent choice for someone like me, who has nothing. Although Bibi Dong possesses Twin Martial Souls and holds the esteemed position of Pope, she still faces pressure from the Worship Hall above her. Radiant Feather Douluo is one of them."

"And I..."

Ye Tianxing raised his right hand and spread open his palm.

It was already late at night. The corridor was pitch-black as Ye Tianxing walked through it alone. A faint light pierced the darkness. Anyone with sharp enough eyes would notice that the glow came from Ye Tianxing's right hand, taking the shape of a tiny sword.

"Guang Ling, you went to see that child whose Innate Full Soul Power and martial soul are both like yours—a bow? What did you think?" Mighty Lion Douluo, his hair blazing red, asked curiously.

Innate Full Soul Power was exceedingly rare across Douluo Continent. Every one of those children was destined for no small achievement. So long as they were properly nurtured, most would have ample time to become Titled Douluo.

Titled Douluo were the backbone of any sect. Even the two great rival empires of Douluo Continent, the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, had very few Titled Douluo under their command.

The moment Ye Tianxing, whose martial soul was a bow and who possessed Innate Full Soul Power, entered Spirit Hall, he drew everyone's attention. Radiant Feather Douluo was among them.

Otherwise, he would not have gone to investigate in the middle of the night, leading to what had just happened.

Radiant Feather Douluo listed off, "Ye Tianxing, six years old. Martial soul: Withered Wood Bow. Its characteristics have yet to reveal themselves. I reckon this bow will only be awakened after he obtains his first Spirit Ring."

"I see. Looks like you made the trip for nothing," Mighty Lion Douluo laughed heartily.

"Who says so? I didn't make the trip for nothing. That first meeting with Little Xing showed me another side of the boy." Radiant Feather Douluo smiled mysteriously.

As soon as he said that, the people nearby slowly gathered around.

"Fifth, stop hemming and hawing like a woman."

"What do you mean, like a woman? Look at Fifth—he's nearly a hundred, yet he's still so handsome and delicate-looking. Isn't that something?"

"Hehehe..."

The group cackled strangely. They were the other worshipers, all close to Radiant Feather Douluo. Only they dared joke with him like this.

"Enough. Let Fifth continue."

At the front stood Qian Daoliu, silky golden hair flowing down his back, clad in golden armor and radiating holy light. He shook his head with a helpless smile.

They were all nearing a hundred, yet they still retained such youthful temperaments. That was truly rare and precious.

Titled Douluo were already scarce to begin with. For a few like-minded sworn brothers to remain together was something precious to the vast majority of Spirit Masters on Douluo Continent.

By this stage, most of their relatives had already passed away. Brothers who had shared life-and-death struggles naturally became the most important people by their side.

Once Qian Daoliu spoke, the others finally reined themselves in.

Radiant Feather Douluo had the temperament of a youth, so he naturally did not take his brothers' teasing to heart. Instead, he said, "Ye Tianxing has a good temperament. He knows how to regulate himself. In all my years, every child who came to our Spirit Hall either cried on their first day because they missed home, or stayed awake all night, their hearts consumed by fear of an unfamiliar environment."

"But Little Xing was an exception. The brat actually drew his bow and nocked an arrow in the middle of the night, preparing to shoot the stone monument in front of the Spirit Hall Academy training ground to vent the frustration in his heart."

The moment he said this, everyone wore different expressions.

Some were surprised, some shocked, and some amused.

Spirit Hall was not merely the most powerful organization on Douluo Continent; it was also a sect. Its scale surpassed the Upper Three Sects. Sects like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were not worth mentioning at all. Only the secluded Clear Sky Sect could contend with it.

The stone monument facing the academy gate from across the training ground had been erected by Qian Daoliu's ancestor, the first master of Spirit Hall. It carried immense historical significance and heritage.

After a moment of silence, they all wore strange expressions.

"That kid's got some nerve..."

"Doesn't he just..."

The group unconsciously looked toward their eldest brother, Qian Daoliu. They found him expressionless, though a faint smile touched his lips. He had become somewhat interested in the bold and reckless Ye Tianxing.

"He missed on purpose," Qian Daoliu said.

If he had truly hit it, Radiant Feather Douluo would not have mentioned it.

"That's right, he missed." Radiant Feather Douluo breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed his eldest brother had not taken offense.

"He knows how to regulate his emotions and refuses to be swayed by them. He's a good boy. Guang Ling, if you're interested, you may take him as your disciple and pass down your inheritance," Qian Daoliu said indifferently.

"That was exactly my intention." Radiant Feather Douluo smiled. "But the brat didn't know who I was. He even called me Teacher. I'll take that as accepting him as my disciple, then."

Meanwhile, Ye Tianxing was still imagining how he could get acquainted with Radiant Feather Douluo and hoping the other man would accept him as a disciple. He lay on his side in bed, awake through the entire night.

His first day after transmigrating passed just like that, plain and uneventful.

Dong, dong, dong—

The massive bell rang throughout Spirit Hall, heralding the start of a new day.

People gradually began moving about the city. Spirit Masters dressed as Spirit Hall deacons could be seen everywhere, hurrying along. Outside the city gates, many deacons had brought children from poor families who had awakened their martial souls this year, traveling thousands of miles to Spirit Hall.

It was their responsibility, and also the ladder by which they could rise.

It was said that the deacon who discovered a child with Innate Full Soul Power yesterday was already sleeping atop a pile of money.

Spirit Hall Academy, Elite Class.

Inside the spacious classroom, twenty children sat upright. They listened intently as the teacher vividly explained knowledge about martial souls, as well as what it meant to be a Spirit Master...

Including absorbing Spirit Rings, releasing soul skills, and the first Spirit Ring Ye Tianxing looked forward to most.

Unlike ordinary Spirit Masters, who formed groups to enter forests and hunt Spirit Beasts at great risk of death, Spirit Hall, as one of the foremost powers on Douluo Continent, had specifically opened another path.

Dedicated personnel hunted Spirit Beasts and allowed the students of the Elite Class to choose from them.

Ye Tianxing's Elite Class had only twenty children, including Ye Tianxing himself. They were Spirit Hall's future, and only those with Innate Soul Power of level seven or above were qualified to enter.

Ye Tianxing had only arrived this year. With Innate Full Soul Power, he did not need to cultivate before obtaining the first Spirit Ring of his life.