The Seven Kills Sword and Innate Full Soul Power

This was the Douluo Continent, a world without battle qi or magic, but with countless wondrous Martial Souls. However, if one wanted to cultivate a Martial Soul, one could not do without a specific awakening ceremony.

After the Spirit Hall Empire fell ten thousand years ago, the authority to conduct Martial Soul Awakening Ceremonies had fallen into the hands of the nobles, Sects, and academies of the surviving empires. Anyone who wanted to participate in a Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony had to pay a certain fee. For example: Gold Soul Coins...

Guyun City, Song Manor.

In a small city of the Heaven Dou Empire, the Song Manor, which possessed Soul Saint-level combat power, was undoubtedly the city's overlord. Thus, the authority to conduct Martial Soul Awakening Ceremonies for commoners had fallen into their hands.

At noon, the scorching sunlight made even the steward at the entrance of Song Manor too lazy to open his eyes. After a child with a mournful expression walked out of the manor, the steward's utterly indifferent, languid voice rang out. "Next. Ten Gold Soul Coins."

"Knock, knock, knock."

Accompanied by a series of taps from the tobacco pipe in his hand, the next child hurriedly took out ten Gold Soul Coins and placed them in the box. Expectation, hesitation, nervousness, and various other emotions constantly appeared on the child's face. Then, under the steward's impatient gaze, the child trotted into the Mansion.

But less than a minute later...

"Scythe Martial Soul, Innate No Soul Power."

A voice rang out from inside Song Manor, deciding the fate of the child who had just entered. The children still waiting in line broke into an uproar. So far, only one person had possessed Innate Level Three Soul Power and become a Soul Master.

At the entrance of Song Manor, the steward wore an unsurprised expression. After all, it was simply too difficult for commoners to awaken Soul Power. In his view, most commoners merely wasted ten Gold Soul Coins by paying for a Martial Soul awakening.

Ignoring the commotion from the line, the steward continued with his work. His tobacco pipe tapped against the wooden box. "Next."

Seeing that it was almost his turn, a white-haired boy with delicate features, dressed in hemp clothing, tightened his grip on the cloth pouch in his hand. Facing the approaching Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony, his heart churned like the waves, unable to calm down.

It had been six years since he had been hit and killed by a truck and reincarnated into this era of the Unrivaled Tang Sect. In this world, he had originally been an orphan with neither father nor mother from outside Shanyang Village. After the villagers of Shanyang Village discovered him, they had raised him together. He had been given a name but no surname, and was called "Junting."

Now that he had reached the age for a Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony, the entire village had pooled together ten Gold Soul Coins without affecting their own livelihoods, allowing him to come alone to Song Manor in Guyun City to participate in the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony.

In Shanyang Village—or rather, in most villages—the villagers held the belief that their children's Martial Souls would definitely be the same as their ancestors', all useless Martial Souls with no Soul Power. If so, why waste ten Gold Soul Coins awakening a Martial Soul that could never allow its owner to become a Soul Master? One Gold Soul Coin was enough to support an ordinary family for a month. Ten Gold Soul Coins were an enormous sum to them!

Because Junting was not a native child of their village, the villagers thought he might have a chance to become a Soul Master.

Since that was the case, they would help if they could.

Facing the villagers' hopes, Junting's thoughts drifted. What will my Martial Soul be?

"Wuwuwu..."

A series of sobs entered his ears. Junting looked up and saw the girl who had been in front of him in line running out of the Mansion. Clearly, she was another child who could not become a Soul Master.

But at this moment, he had no time to care about others.

"Next."

Hearing the voice, Junting, who had been ready for a long time, hurried forward and placed the cloth pouch into the wooden box. Then, following the direction indicated by the steward's tobacco pipe, he walked toward the interior of the Mansion.

Before long, he stopped in front of the first door.

"Come in."

Four Soul Rings—one white, two yellow, and one purple—were the first things to enter his eyes. Behind them was a Soul Master in a state of Martial Soul Possession.

Moreover, judging by the character "King" on his forehead, this Soul Master's Martial Soul was clearly tiger-type, and he was definitely no weakling.

A Beast Martial Soul Soul Ancestor was personally conducting his Martial Soul awakening!

Junting looked at the situation inside the door and thought to himself.

"Hurry up. Don't stand there dawdling."

Perhaps because of the sweltering weather, combined with the large number of children who had already participated in the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony, the Soul Master presiding over the ceremony was clearly growing irritable.

Hearing this, Junting did not dare delay.

"Yes."

Only after he quickly entered the room and stood in the Hexagram formed by six black stones did the Soul Master truly notice this seemingly calm child for the first time.

Not only did he have white hair, but he also possessed an otherworldly air.

"Come, extend your right hand."

As his words became less stiff, six streams of Soul Power flowed into the six black stones. A pale golden radiance lit up, and a warm, gentle current surged through Junting's entire body.

So this is Soul Power?

At this moment, his entire being seemed different.

He subconsciously followed the path along which the warm current flowed. In the end, the warm current stopped at his right hand.

The Soul Master awakening Junting's Martial Soul also revealed a look of astonishment. Based on his years of experience conducting awakenings, he vaguely sensed that a rather powerful Martial Soul was about to appear.

"Buzz!"

Before the sword's hum had completely faded, the pupils of the Soul Ancestor presiding over the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony abruptly contracted. At that moment, his senses were overwhelmed by an immense, awe-inspiring killing intent.

Although it could not harm him, it still left him shaken.

A long sword, its entire body a clear blue as if carved from crystal, floated above Junting's right hand. Clearly, the killing intent just now had come from this very sword.

"Why does this Martial Soul look so familiar?"

The extraordinary long sword before him made the Soul Ancestor rummage constantly through his memories. Perhaps because he was anxious, he could not recall the name of this sword Martial Soul.

But while he was distracted, Junting stared fixedly at his own Martial Soul, delight shining in his eyes.

The appearance of this sword...

It looked like the Seven Kills Sword!?

If his Martial Soul really was the world's number-one attacking Tool Martial Soul from ten thousand years ago, then his future...

Yes!

First, I'll set a small goal: Level 97 Super Douluo.

"Forget it. Although I can't remember the name of your Martial Soul, I guarantee that it must be extremely powerful."

Half a minute later, the Soul Ancestor, still unable to recall what Martial Soul this was, inconspicuously glanced at the screen behind him before interrupting Junting, who was still immersed in his Martial Soul.

"Come, use your mind to withdraw your Martial Soul, then test your Innate Soul Power. Judging from the level of your Martial Soul, as long as your Innate Soul Power isn't poor, becoming a Soul Douluo may not be a dream."

As he taught Junting how to withdraw his Martial Soul, he handed a blue crystal ball to him.

The moment his palm touched it, Junting felt a powerful suction force, causing the energy within his body to surge. Dazzling blue light gradually spread from that moment onward. In the blink of an eye, the crystal ball shone like a brilliant gem.

"Innate Full Soul Power!"

The Soul Ancestor's eyes widened, yet he failed to notice that compared to before, his tone had undergone a complete transformation.

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