Martial Soul Hall Registration

When Liu Qing and Liu Feng arrived at the center of Prosperous Dragon Town, night had already descended like a huge swath of black silk, gently covering the entire town.

The Martial Soul Branch Hall in the town center appeared even more solemn and majestic under the hazy lights, like a stern guardian silently watching over this land.

Prosperous Dragon Town's Martial Soul Branch Hall stood in the plaza at the town center, a tall and imposing building.

It was circular in shape and stood three stories tall. Its outer walls were built from dark gray stone bricks, sturdy and dignified, each brick seeming to recount the passage of time and Spirit Hall's authority.

At the top of the building, a massive Golden Angel emblem shone brilliantly. It was the symbol of the Angel God worshipped by Spirit Hall, representing supreme authority and glory.

Even beneath the cover of night, the Golden Angel still gleamed with a faint golden light, as though silently guarding the town's peace.

Spirit Hall's entrance consisted of two enormous bronze doors, bearing only one design—a long sword.

Liu Feng knew that this meant the Spirit Hall in Prosperous Dragon Town was of the lowest rank.

The walls on both sides of the entrance were carved with intricate runes and patterns, vividly depicting scenes of various Martial Souls and Soul Masters engaged in fierce battle.

The images on the walls were lifelike, making anyone who looked at them feel as though they had entered the scene themselves.

A guard in a gray robe stood on each side of the entrance.

They held spears and looked to be only around twenty years old. The Soul Power fluctuations around them were extremely weak, making it seem as if they had not even reached the level of Soul Masters.

It seemed Prosperous Dragon Town truly was a newly established town. The rank of its Spirit Hall alone revealed the town's standing in the world of Martial Souls.

The two people at the entrance vigilantly scanned their surroundings, missing no movement whatsoever.

Liu Qing led Liu Feng to the entrance, and the guards recognized him at a glance.

After all, in such a small town, he was a level twenty-nine Support System Spirit Master as well as a pharmacy owner who sold medicinal materials. He frequently interacted with many resident Soul Masters, so nearly everyone knew one another.

The guards nodded slightly in greeting before slowly pushing open the doors.

The two gate guards watched them enter Spirit Hall with eyes full of envy.

One of them could not help sighing. "Reaching level ten at such a young age... That's truly enviable! If I had worked hard at cultivating back then, I'd probably... sigh!"

The other ruthlessly exposed him. "Stop bragging. You, working hard at cultivation? Didn't you go to the Warm Fragrance Pavilion a few days ago?"

"That's exactly why I envy people who can do what I can't! Besides, how did you know I went to the Warm Fragrance Pavilion?"

"Because I was next door to you that day. I heard you talking. Want to go together after work tonight?"

"I told you long ago that place had terrible soundproofing. If you're treating, I'll go."

"Get lost."

Their conversation ended there.

Separate Threads.

The two stepped inside Spirit Hall, and the first thing that came into view was a spacious hall.

A huge Crystal Chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a soft yet bright glow that illuminated the entire hall as though it were daytime.

The floor was paved with smooth marble. Light spilled across it, reflecting a captivating halo.

The nearly twenty-meter-high dome was magnificent and grand. The moment Liu Feng entered the hall, he was deeply shaken by its overwhelming presence.

The entire dome was covered in murals. Each small square contained images of different Martial Souls.

The background was a shining gold, making the place look both resplendent and anciently elegant, creating a powerful visual impact.

Portraits of various Martial Souls and heroic deeds of Soul Masters hung on the hall's walls, making Spirit Hall's weighty history clear at a glance.

On both sides of the hall were several corridors leading to the inner hall. Their walls were likewise decorated with various runes and patterns, giving off a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

At the center of the hall was a huge circular counter. Behind it sat a middle-aged man in a gray robe: Spirit Hall's Steward—Steward Wang.

"Shopkeeper Liu, what brings you here?" Steward Wang smiled slightly, his eyes warm and familiar, as though he had reunited with an old friend.

"Greetings, Steward Wang." Liu Qing bowed slightly in respect, his manner humble and polite.

"This is my son, Liu Feng. He has just absorbed a Hundred Year Soul Ring, and his Soul Power has risen to level eleven. I brought him here to register."

"Oh? Level eleven already? Not bad." A flash of approval appeared in Steward Wang's eyes, and a Relieved Smile appeared on his face. "Let me see."

Liu Feng stepped forward and extended his hands, palms facing upward.

In an instant, a Yellow Soul Ring emerged around him. Its gentle radiance slowly bloomed, as though announcing a new beginning on his path as a Soul Master.

Steward Wang nodded and said with satisfaction, "A Yellow Soul Ring from a Hundred Year Soul Beast. Not bad."

"Thank you, Steward Wang." Liu Feng smiled slightly, his eyes shining with excitement and anticipation for his future as a Soul Master.

"Come with me. I'll take you to register." Steward Wang's gaze was gentle and reassuring.

He led Liu Qing and Liu Feng into Spirit Hall's inner hall, arriving at a spacious and lofty room.

The moment Liu Feng stepped into the room, he felt something strange. The Soul Power inside his body seemed to pulse faintly to a special rhythm, as though it had formed some mysterious resonance with the room.

The room covered a full two hundred square meters. A huge pane of transparent glass replaced the roof, and the night's dazzling starry sky shone through it, starlight falling over everyone's heads as though it had brought the mystery and vastness of the entire universe into the room.

The surrounding walls were inlaid with countless fist-sized Black Stones. They looked as though they were made from the same material as the stones used to awaken Martial Souls, giving off a mysterious aura that seemed to tell of the secrets of the Martial Soul world.

The floor was covered in circular patterns, with large circles enclosing smaller ones. At the very center stood a huge registration desk.

A thick registry book sat atop the desk, densely recording every Soul Master's Soul Rings and Soul Power Level, bearing the growth and glory of countless Soul Masters.

"Register your Soul Ring and Soul Power Level here. Please display your Martial Soul." Steward Wang pointed to the registry book, his tone calm yet solemn.

Liu Feng stood before the registration desk, raised his right hand, and circulated the Soul Power inside his body.

In an instant, Soul Power flowed slowly out from his palm alongside his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul. Blue Silver Grass Leaves, slightly broader than before, poked out, but the most eye-catching part was the roots of the Blue Silver Grass.

Countless roots surged from his palm, drooping to the floor in the blink of an eye.

As Liu Feng continuously released Soul Power, the Blue Silver Grass roots kept growing. The numerous, dense roots rapidly spread across the smooth floor, and before long, an area with a radius of over ten meters centered on Liu Feng was covered in roots, like a vibrant underground forest.

At the Same Time, the bright Soul Ring of the Four Hundred Year Earth Net Spirit Root slowly rose from beneath Liu Feng's feet, gently moving up and down around his body and giving off a mysterious, powerful aura.

Steward Wang stared at the sight before him in shock and curiosity. "What Soul Beast did you hunt for your First Soul Ring?"

"It was an Earth Net Spirit Root," Liu Feng answered frankly without concealing anything.

"No wonder, no wonder. It was actually an Earth Net Spirit Root. This Soul Beast is known for its highly developed roots, which spread underground like a spiderweb. But because it has almost no offensive power and its healing ability is not particularly outstanding, almost no one hunts it except for certain Soul Beasts that feed on it, much less uses it as a Soul Ring." Steward Wang was utterly astonished, the surprise on his face impossible to hide.

Although Steward Wang was filled with surprise, he quickly came back to his senses. He picked up a pen and carefully wrote down Liu Feng's information, Soul Ring level, and Soul Power Level in the registry book:

Name: Liu Feng.

Address: Heaven Dou Empire - Ancient Thunder Kingdom - Longxing City - Prosperous Dragon Town - Liu Family Village.

Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass.

Soul Ring Level: Yellow Soul Ring (Hundred Year Soul Ring), from an Earth Net Spirit Root.

Soul Power Level: Level Eleven.

Spirit Hall: Prosperous Dragon Town Martial Soul Hall.

Recorded by: Wang Defa.

"Alright, registration complete." Steward Wang nodded, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.