Awakening

"Blue Silver Grass spirit, and Innate Full Soul Power at that!"

The spirit-testing device blazed with blinding white light. Although several children with Innate Soul Power had been tested earlier, no one expected this youth to possess Innate Full Soul Power.

This was Innate Full Soul Power—even if it was a waste spirit, such talent was exceedingly rare.

Gasps of astonishment filled the church. Old Jack rubbed his hands together excitedly, tears glistening in his eyes. "Xiao San... this child has finally made something of himself!"

Tang San himself was stunned by the result. He could clearly feel the soul power flowing through his body, many times stronger than what the other village children had awakened. The seemingly ordinary Blue Silver Grass in his hand seemed to come alive, connected to him by blood.

"Xiao San, would you like to attend a Spirit Academy?" Su Yuntao crouched down, meeting Tang San's eyes. "Your spirit is Blue Silver Grass, but Innate Full Soul Power is extremely rare. Martial Soul Hall will spare no effort in cultivating a genius like you."

Tang San's throat tightened. He knew this was a chance to change his fate, but his father's grim face immediately surfaced in his mind.

"I... I need to ask my father," Tang San replied quietly. Even as he said it, he felt his father should agree. After all, what parent wouldn't want their child to become a spirit master?

Even if his father usually didn't show much love, he shouldn't stop him.

Su Yuntao nodded understandingly. "Of course, this is a big decision. But," he thought of Tang Hao's character and lowered his voice, "if your father disagrees, you can come to me. Martial Soul Hall won't let any talented child waste away in the countryside."

Sister Eliza quietly approached and whispered in Tang San's ear, "Child, don't worry. The Lord will guide your path."

After the awakening ceremony, Tang San walked alone back to the blacksmith shop, his mind in turmoil. The morning sun stretched his shadow long, much like his tangled thoughts.

He pushed open the creaking wooden door, and a thick wave of alcohol hit him. Tang Hao slumped in a corner, several empty bottles scattered at his feet.

"Dad, I've awakened my spirit," Tang San said cautiously.

Tang Hao lifted his drunken, bleary eyes. "Oh? What spirit?"

"Blue Silver Grass... Innate Full Soul Power." Tang San's voice carried a hint of hope. "Father Su said I could go to a Spirit Academy..."

"What?!" Tang Hao shot to his feet, kicking over a bottle that shattered with a crisp crack. "Martial Soul Hall's academy? No! Absolutely not! You have a waste spirit—even if you awakened Innate Full Soul Power, it's still a waste spirit. You want to go to an academy? I'd be laughed out of town!"

Tang San was startled by his father's sudden fury. "But Dad, this is my chance to change my fate..."

"Change your fate?" Tang Hao sneered. "A waste spirit—how do you plan to change your fate?"

Tang San felt a pang of resentment. He had sensed something unusual during the awakening—a feeling that he might have a second spirit. He had planned to ask his father about it, but seeing Tang Hao's attitude, he held back.

Even if he told his father about the second spirit, it probably wouldn't change anything.

Besides, did this man really deserve to be called his father?

Still, Tang San pressed on. "Dad, Father Su said the Spirit Academy enrollment is completely free. And with my Innate Full Soul Power, I can get a spirit ring right away and become a First Ring Spirit Master, and then I can receive subsidies..."

"Shut up! Do you know what Martial Soul Hall is? A bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites! Their hands are stained with the blood of innocents!" Tang Hao's face twisted as he stood up and slapped Tang San across the face.

Tang San stumbled back two steps, staring in shock at his father's contorted expression. In six years, he had never seen his father so agitated.

"But... Martial Soul Hall has helped a lot of people in the village..." Tang San tried to argue. "Sister Eliza often gives me food, and Father Su..."

"Shut up!" Tang Hao slapped him again, the force sending Tang San staggering into the wall. "It's all a facade! A few small favors, and you shortsighted fools are bought off!"

Tang San clutched his burning cheek, tears welling in his eyes. At this moment, his long-standing patience with his father finally reached its limit.

"And what about you?" Tang San looked up, his voice trembling but firm. "For six years, all you've done is drink and hit me. If it weren't for Martial Soul Hall, I might have starved to death long ago!"

Tang Hao froze, as if never expecting his usually obedient son to rebel. His expression shifted from rage to pain, his eyes turning vicious, as if he wanted to devour someone.

This son was probably a lost cause. Not only had he awakened Blue Silver Grass, but his heart was already leaning toward Martial Soul Hall.

If it weren't for the fact that Ah Yin had died giving birth to him, Tang Hao would have wanted to kill Tang San on the spot!

Tang Hao had originally planned that after the spirit awakening, if Tang San awakened the Clear Sky Hammer, he would personally train him, quickly making him a Title Douluo so the two of them could take revenge on Martial Soul Hall.

But Tang San hadn't awakened his Clear Sky Hammer—only the waste spirit Blue Silver Grass.

Revenge was out of the question.

Tang Hao snorted coldly. "Fine then. Go if you want. But don't expect a single copper from me from now on! I should have known that having a waste like you, I'd have been better off splashing it on the wall!"

With those words, there was no room left for reconciliation between father and son.

Meanwhile, at the Angel Sanctuary in Martial Soul City.

Ye Su slowly awoke. The first thing he saw was that his Reputation Value and Favorability had shot up significantly. He could finally stir up some trouble again!

But setting that aside for now, the six-year mark had arrived. Time to awaken a spirit and have some fun!

Ye Su's awakening quickly alerted Qian Daoliu. Almost all of Martial Soul Hall's top combat power gathered there, and even Bibi Dong came, pinching her nose in distaste.

She had long wanted to see who this person was that Qian Daoliu, that old fox, had hidden for so long. She hadn't expected it to be just a child.

"The Lord, you have finally awakened!" Qian Daoliu knelt on one knee, his right hand over his heart in a gesture of loyalty when he saw Ye Su.

The others behind him knelt in unison, leaving only Bibi Dong standing there dumbfounded.

Ye Su cast a casual glance at the stunningly beautiful woman, a trace of helplessness flickering imperceptibly in his eyes.

This must be Bibi Dong.

Qian Daoliu naturally noticed the commotion. He frowned. Over the past six years, his spirit had undergone a second transformation, and his strength had already reached the Limit Douluo realm.

Before Ye Su could speak, he silently exerted his pressure, forcing Bibi Dong to her knees with both legs!