Detached Martial Soul, Lei Yi

Su Yuntao nodded and continued recording.

"Martial Soul: Lei Yi. Innate Soul Power: Rank One."

At a blacksmith's shop in Holy Soul Village, the strange phenomenon caused by Lin Ming's Martial Soul Awakening made a middle-aged man who had been fast asleep in bed pause his snoring. He opened his eyes and stared toward the place in the village where the Martial Soul Awakening was taking place.

A few breaths later, he closed his eyes, turned over, and began snoring again.

Inside the house, Tang San was staring fixedly at Lin Ming.

More accurately, he was staring at Lei Yi.

His Purple Demon Eyes were operating at full power, allowing him to see things ordinary people could not.

The lightning-shaped humanoid contained something that instinctively made him feel apprehensive.

Yet the Soul Power test had indeed shown only Rank One.

A contradiction.

A huge contradiction.

"Next, Tang San."

Su Yuntao's voice interrupted Tang San's thoughts.

Tang San stepped forward and calmly completed his awakening.

Blue Silver Grass. Innate Full Soul Power.

"Another Trash Martial Soul?"

Su Yuntao looked at Lin Ming, then at Tang San, and scratched his head.

What kind of place was Holy Soul Village?

Why were the Martial Soul Awakenings so impressive, yet the Soul Power was only Rank One?

And this little patch of Blue Silver Grass had Innate Full Soul Power.

"What a pity..."

"Still, Tang San's Soul Power is higher."

"After all that commotion, and he only has Rank One Innate Soul Power."

"With Rank One Innate Soul Power, he'll be a Soul Master at best for the rest of his life."

"With Soul Power that low, he might as well farm in the village."

A few children gathered together and whispered among themselves.

Although Rank One Innate Soul Power meant they could cultivate, it was at least some small consolation for those of them with no Soul Power at all.

At least they wouldn't dare say a single bad word about someone like Tang San, who had Innate Full Soul Power.

That was just human nature.

Compared to Tang San's Innate Full Soul Power, they preferred Lin Ming's Rank One Innate Soul Power.

He could cultivate, but for his entire life he would be only a little stronger than an ordinary person.

Tang San's face remained expressionless, but inside, he was overjoyed.

So what if there had been a strange phenomenon during his Martial Soul Awakening? Lin Ming only had Rank One Innate Soul Power.

He, on the other hand, had amazing Innate Full Soul Power.

In his eyes, the difference between them had been clear from the very beginning.

"Don't compare him to me. You might hurt his feelings."

Tang San joined the children's conversation for the first time. He spoke consolingly, but the corners of his mouth just wouldn't stay down.

The people of Holy Soul Village had compared the two boys since they were little.

One was an orphan who relied on his own wits to get by and took good care of himself.

The other had a father but no mother, and could do nothing but drink thin gruel every day. He was always running off somewhere, too.

"It's all right. Even a Trash Martial Soul can cultivate. At least you'll get a Gold Soul Coin."

Su Yuntao patted Lin Ming's arm in consolation, sighed, and turned to leave.

After all, no one knew where the last master with a Detached Martial Soul was now. Perhaps the grass had already grown three meters high over his grave.

A Trash Martial Soul?

Lin Qiu almost laughed out loud.

With Su Yuntao's words, even if his Martial Soul really was trash, he was as good as set.

He turned to leave, with Lei Yi floating behind him. As Lei Yi passed the threshold, he glanced back at the people inside.

Outside, Village Chief Old Jack was waiting.

When he saw Lin Ming, he opened his mouth, but in the end, he only patted him on the shoulder.

"Son, it's all right if you only have Rank One Soul Power. Our village..."

Clearly, he had already learned about Lin Ming from Su Yuntao.

"Village Chief," Lin Ming interrupted him. "Can I get a Work-Study Student spot at Nuoding Academy?"

Old Jack was taken aback. "Don't worry. I'll find a way."

"Thank you, Village Chief."

Lin Ming said no more and returned to his own shabby little hut.

He was a transmigrator, and in this world, too, he was an orphan. He lived alone.

After closing the door, Little Lei Yi floated to the middle of the room and communicated with him for the first time.

It wasn't a voice. Instead, images of thoughts appeared directly in Lin Ming's consciousness.

The first image: three phantom figures. Sacred Thunder Lei Yi, King Lei Yi, and Thunder God Lei Yi appeared in succession.

The second image: nine dim nodes inside Lei Yi, connected by lines.

The third image: a sword made entirely of Golden Thunder—or perhaps a spear.

Lin Ming closed his eyes and absorbed the information.

"Does it need a Soul Ring to awaken its true power?"

"This spear... Wrathful Thunder God's Judgment?"

Lin Ming forcibly suppressed the Golden Thunder welling up in his left hand and murmured to himself.

Beside him, Lei Yi seemed to echo his words. A flicker of lightning flashed across his body.

Spirit Hall, Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes. He remained kneeling, but his gaze had already turned toward the distant horizon.

"This aura..." he murmured, his voice echoing through the empty hall.

"It isn't the divinity of Angel God, nor that of Sea God or Rakshasa... It's something entirely new, yet somehow familiar."

Qian Daoliu rose to his feet. The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul behind him stirred of its own accord.

"When did such an existence appear on the continent?"

As the high priest of Angel God, his perception of divine power far surpassed that of ordinary people.

The Angel God Statue glimmered faintly, drawing Qian Daoliu's attention.

"Lord Angel God, are you... guiding me?"

Qian Daoliu gazed at the faintly glowing Angel God Statue.

The light on the statue flowed like streams, gradually gathering between its brows into a pearl.

The pearl was golden all over and floated quietly between the statue's brows.

"This is... a God-Bestowed Soul Ring!"

Qian Daoliu recognized the pearl and immediately sucked in a sharp breath.

The divine aura he had sensed earlier had actually caused the Angel God Statue to condense a God-Bestowed Soul Ring.

Such a thing had never been heard of before.

Even his granddaughter, Qian Renxue, had never received such treatment.

Could it be...

Had a Martial Soul appeared in the world that was even more suited to the position of Angel God than the Six-Winged Angel?

Impossible.

Only the Six-Winged Angel was truly suited to the position of Angel God.

"Alas."

After a long while, Qian Daoliu sighed and knelt again before the Angel God Statue.

He firmly believed that Angel God would not abandon them.

Besides, his granddaughter Qian Renxue had the talent to become Angel God.

He believed in Angel God, and he believed in Qian Renxue.

A blacksmith's shop in Holy Soul Village.

Tang Hao was sobbing as he held Tang San.

"Xiao San, use the Clear Sky Hammer in your left hand to protect the Blue Silver Grass in your right."

Tang San was held in Tang Hao's arms, his little face flushed red as he managed a difficult nod.

He felt as though he was about to suffocate, but the long-missed affection of his father made him not want to leave Tang Hao's smelly, rock-hard embrace at all.

"By the way, Xiao San, did anything unusual happen when your Martial Soul awakened?"

Tang Hao had no idea what was going on with Tang San. Instead, he gripped Tang San's arms with both hands and asked solemnly.

The physical strength of a Titled Douluo and Tang San's current body were on completely different levels.

Tang San felt the hands on his shoulders, like two iron claws. He didn't dare show the slightest trace of pain on his face. His head was spinning, and he had completely stopped thinking. A strange sense of happiness welled up inside him.

So this was a father's love?

It felt amazing.

After a long while, Tang Hao frowned as he looked at Tang San, whose head seemed to be surrounded by bubbles of happiness.

Had the child gone deaf?