Su Yuntao: Blue Silver Grass, a Trash Martial Soul. Giving You Innate Full Soul Power Is Such a Waste! (Please Follow)

Immediately after, nine enormous black shadows tore through the clouds and dove down amid violent currents of air!

They were actually nine sub-dragon soul beasts, each over ten meters long!

Their bodies were covered in bluish-black scales, wings sprouting from their backs. Every one of them radiated the aura of a thousand-year-level beast!

[Nine Dragon Pulling Carriage! The God Son travels!]

These thousand-year sub-dragons, which would have been enough to make ordinary Soul Masters flee in terror outside, now hovered in perfect formation over the plaza before the palace like the gentlest livestock.

Behind them, they pulled a lavish war chariot forged from ten-thousand-year Cold Iron and Deep Silver, studded with countless precious gemstones.

"Welcome, Your Highness, God Son!"

The one responsible for driving the chariot was actually a Soul Emperor-level expert!

He respectfully leaped down from the carriage, dropped to one knee, and laid out a red carpet for Tang Shan.

Tang Shan's expression remained calm, as though he had long been accustomed to all this.

Tang Shan gave a slight nod, stepped on the Soul Emperor expert's shoulder, and boarded the extravagantly luxurious chariot.

"Set off! Head for the Sect Awakening Plaza!"

At the Soul Emperor's command, the nine thousand-year sub-dragons spread their wings and soared into the sky at once!

"Roar—!!"

Dragon roars echoed as fierce winds howled.

The chariot became a streak of light, carrying Tang Shan through the sea of clouds toward the Clear Sky Sect's largest Awakening Plaza.

Everywhere it passed, countless Clear Sky Sect disciples looked up in awe, their eyes filled with reverence and fervor.

[Original World · The contrast is brutal!]

At this moment, the contrast between the two scenes reached a suffocating degree.

Left Side:

Six-year-old Tang San wore coarse clothes covered in patches, still holding half an uneaten cold sweet potato in his hand.

He followed behind the unsteady Old Jack, trudging deep and shallow through the muddy dirt road of Holy Spirit Village.

Because he had risen so early, the morning dew had soaked through his cloth shoes, leaving them freezing cold.

Dewdrops clung to the wild grass by the roadside. That was his only "scenery."

Right Side:

Six-year-old Tang Shan sat high atop a chariot in the clouds, looking down upon countless mountains and valleys.

Nine thousand-year sub-dragons cleared the way for him, while a Soul Emperor expert drove his carriage.

Clouds and mist surged beneath his feet. That was the "view" belonging to the strong.

[Original World · All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament Venue]

"Gulp..."

No one knew who had swallowed hard, but the sound was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent arena.

Ma Hongjun's mouth hung open. Even when the chicken leg in his hand fell to the ground, he did not notice, merely staring blankly at the Heavenly Screen.

"Good heavens... thousand-year soul beasts pulling a carriage?

And there are nine of them?

This display... even when His Majesty of the Heaven Dou Empire went on tour, it wasn't this ridiculous, was it?"

Ning Fengzhi wore a wry smile as well. Shaking his head, he said to Sword Douluo beside him,

"Uncle Sword, although our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is as wealthy as a nation, our foundation and grandeur...

Still pale considerably compared to the Clear Sky Sect of that world."

Tang San, standing at the center of the storm, had already gone numb.

He looked at his cloth shoes smeared with mud, then at the dazzling chariot beneath Tang Shan's feet.

"Heh..."

A self-mocking chuckle squeezed out of his throat.

"So... this was the difference?"

"I was still anxiously wondering whether I could awaken Soul Power, gasping for breath after walking a few miles along mountain roads."

"While he... had nine dragons pulling his carriage and all eyes upon him."

This overwhelming disparity was not merely material. It was a ruthless trampling of dignity.

Tang San clenched his teeth so hard that his eyes filled with bloodshot veins. He was unwilling! He refused to accept it!

"What use is a grand display!

In the world of Soul Masters, Martial Soul quality is what truly matters!"

"I have Twin Martial Souls!

I have Innate Full Soul Power!

I refuse to believe your Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony can be more astonishing than mine?!"

Clinging to his final shred of stubbornness, Tang San stared intently at the Heavenly Screen.

[Original World · Holy Spirit Village · Spirit Awakening Branch Hall]

In the somewhat dilapidated wooden house on the screen,

Su Yuntao, the tool man later mockingly called Blind Douluo, stared impatiently at the filthy village children before him.

As one child after another awakened trash Martial Souls like Sickles and Hoes, all without any Soul Power, the disappointment in Su Yuntao's eyes grew increasingly pronounced.

At last, it was Tang San's turn.

Amid flickering light, a small blade of pale blue grass slowly emerged in Tang San's palm.

"Ah..."

Su Yuntao glanced at the Blue Silver Grass swaying in the breeze and sighed almost instinctively. He could not even be bothered to raise his eyelids before waving a hand and delivering his verdict.

"Blue Silver Grass, a trash Martial Soul.

There's no need to test your Soul Power. You obviously don't have any."

After saying that, Su Yuntao prepared to pack up and leave, with no intention of testing Tang San's Soul Power at all.

[Real World · Audience Seats]

"Pfft—"

At the sight of this, quite a few Soul Masters could not help laughing.

"Hahahaha!

This was the awakening moment of this 'Tang San'?

He nearly got thrown out without even having his Soul Power tested?"

"To be fair, if I saw a standard trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass, I'd probably react the same way."

"This is the difference!

Tang Shan had nine dragons pulling his carriage to his awakening, while this one had to beg someone to test his Soul Power!"

Those discussions were like poisoned thorns, stabbing viciously into Tang San's heart.

On the screen, the young Tang San was clearly unwilling to let things end like this.

"Uncle, you haven't tested my Soul Power yet."

Little Tang San raised his head, his eyes clear and determined, even carrying a hint of pleading.

Su Yuntao paused. Perhaps the child's gaze moved him, or perhaps he was merely going through the motions, but he impatiently took out the Crystal Ball.

"Fine, fine. Testing it won't take much time.

But don't get your hopes up. A trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass can't possibly..."

Before he finished speaking, the Crystal Ball suddenly burst forth with a dazzling radiance!

[Innate Full Soul Power!]

Su Yuntao's eyes instantly widened like bells, his mouth opening wide enough to fit an egg.

"This... how is this possible?!

Innate Full Soul Power?!"

At this moment, Tang San of the Original World finally regained a little face.

See!

Even with a trash Martial Soul, I have Innate Full Soul Power!

I'm a genius!

Tang San clenched his fists tightly, and the pride in his heart ignited once more.

"Hmph, so what if your display is grander, Tang Shan?

Even if you're the God Son of the Clear Sky Sect, you have no more than Innate Full Soul Power!

In this regard, I absolutely will not lose to you!"

As Su Yuntao packed up his things, he repeatedly shook his head. His gaze toward Tang San was full of regret.

It was as though he were looking at a priceless piece of jade that had fallen into a latrine.

"Even if it were a farming tool like a Hoe or Sickle, with your Innate Full Soul Power, you could still become a decent Battle Spirit Master in the future."

"But it just had to be... Blue Silver Grass."

Su Yuntao sighed, patted Tang San on the shoulder, and spoke with the cruel finality of a judgment upon his fate.

"This trash Martial Soul has zero attack power, zero defense, and barely any support ability.

Child, your Innate Full Soul Power has been completely wasted."