Waste Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass

Holy Soul Village, Awakening Ceremony.

"Next." Su Yuntao rubbed his brow, his voice heavy with lingering exhaustion.

Yao Yan took a deep breath, stepped into the formation formed by the six black stones, and held out his right hand.

As the other man injected Soul Power, a warm current spread through his whole body. A green glow emerged from his palm, condensing into a small green blade of grass.

"Blue Silver Grass, a waste Martial Soul." Su Yuntao merely glanced at it before delivering his indifferent verdict. Then, as if going through the motions, he added, "Test your Soul Power."

He picked up a Crystal Ball and held it out before Yao Yan. "Put away your Martial Soul and place your hand on it."

With an anxious heart, Yao Yan placed his hand on the Crystal Ball.

The instant his palm touched the icy sphere, the Crystal Ball suddenly burst into white light, and a distinct "six" appeared within it.

"Huh? Innate Soul Power at level six!" Su Yuntao's eyes were filled with surprise, but that surprise was quickly replaced by deep regret.

"Innate level six... How could it be Blue Silver Grass? Even a hoe would be better than this!"

For every promising Soul Master he brought back to Spirit Hall, he could receive a substantial bonus.

"Sigh... Next." He let out a heavy sigh and waved his hand.

However, after what had happened with Yao Yan, a trace of hope appeared in his eyes.

Yao Yan sensibly stepped aside and waited for the others to finish awakening.

Unlike Su Yuntao's disappointment, Yao Yan was incredibly excited.

Ever since he had been hit by a truck on his way to work at a traditional Chinese medicine hospital in his previous life and sent to this other world, he had learned of Martial Souls and persistently trained his body for years.

All so that he could awaken Soul Power when he underwent his awakening at the age of six.

According to unofficial records, the level of one's Innate Soul Power was inextricably linked to physical strength.

Fortunately, he had successfully awakened a Martial Soul and possessed Soul Power. All his efforts had not been in vain.

The Awakening Ceremony continued.

"Pot lid... no Soul Power."

"Dung fork... no Soul Power."

One child after another stepped forward full of hope, only to leave in disappointment.

The faint glimmer that had just risen in Su Yuntao's eyes gradually faded with these results.

Soon, it was the last person's turn.

A dark-skinned, emaciated child stretched his hand into the center of the black stones—it was Tang San, the chosen child of destiny in this world.

Under everyone's gaze, he successfully awakened the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul and possessed Innate Full Soul Power.

Su Yuntao stared at that dazzling light, his gaze falling upon Tang San as he sank into a long silence.

For a time, the wooden house fell completely silent.

At last, the silence was broken by a sigh. He shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Sigh... This time, I truly don't know whether to call myself lucky or unlucky..."

However, he quickly composed himself, efficiently packed the black stones into his bag, and pushed open the wooden house's door.

He said to Old Jack, who was waiting outside, "This year, two children from your village possess Soul Power and qualify to enter Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy."

As he spoke, he handed over the documents he had prepared.

Old Jack's face instantly broke into a broad smile, and he hurriedly bowed. "Thank you, Lord Soul Master! If you do not mind, why not stay in the village for a meal before leaving?"

Su Yuntao waved his hand. "No need. I'm in a hurry to get to the next village."

Before his words had even faded, he was already striding away, moving so quickly that he nearly left afterimages.

He was calculating that while his luck was still holding, perhaps the next village might truly produce a genius.

Only after Old Jack watched his figure disappear did he turn around, looking kindly at Tang San and Yao Yan as they came out.

He walked over and gently patted the two children on the head. "Both of you are good children! In three months, Grandpa will take you to the academy to enroll."

"Thank you, Grandpa!" Yao Yan immediately bowed, his tone sincere and grateful.

Ever since his Parents had passed away one after another when he was three, this kind old village chief had taken the greatest care of him.

"Oh, you child, why be so polite with Grandpa?" Old Jack hurriedly helped Yao Yan up, a gratified smile appearing on his face.

"This child has known gratitude since he was little. Once he becomes a Soul Master, he will surely help the village."

"As for Xiao San..."

Old Jack looked toward Tang San. Seeing the sorrow on his face, he immediately understood his concern and comforted him gently.

"Xiao San, don't worry. Grandpa will go speak to your father later. He will definitely agree to let you attend school."

As he spoke, he took Tang San's hand and said to Yao Yan, "Little Yan, Grandpa won't see you off. You'll be fine going home by yourself, right?"

"No problem." Yao Yan shook his head and turned toward home.

Tang San had nothing to worry about. In the original story, when he revealed the Clear Sky Hammer, he finally awakened Tang Hao's paternal love.

Or rather, Tang San had become useful.

As for himself, his Parents were both dead, so he had even less reason to worry.

As everyone knew, people whose Parents were both dead were never ordinary.

Besides knowing the Douluo plot, he possessed an even greater cheat—Alchemy!

This year, he had successfully combined his traditional Chinese medicine knowledge from his previous life with this world's herbs to create a Healing Potion.

Its effects were several times better than the original, but most of the herbs grew on cliffs and were extremely difficult to gather.

Thus, it was difficult to mass-produce. Moreover, he did not want anyone to discover his secret, so the money he earned was just enough to keep himself fed and clothed.

Lost in his thoughts, he unknowingly arrived at his doorstep.

Looking up, he saw a thatched house with two bedrooms and a living room. Black smoke rose from the chimney, clearly showing that a fire was burning in the kitchen and something was being cooked.

Yao Yan sniffed lightly. The surrounding air carried the scent of herbs, mixed with the burnt smell of something scorched.

"Wait! That burnt smell." Yao Yan's heart skipped a beat.

He dashed into the kitchen, threw open the pot lid, and a cloud of thick black smoke immediately rushed into his face!

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The smoke choked him into a fit of coughing, and tears uncontrollably welled up in his eyes.

Without bothering to wipe them away, he hurriedly crouched before the stove and pulled out the firewood burning fiercely inside.

Once the black smoke had dispersed somewhat, he stood and looked into the pot. The water that had been soaking the herbs had nearly boiled dry, leaving only a charred, sticky mass at the bottom.

Had he returned even one step later, the bottom of the pot might have burned through.

Yao Yan's expression instantly darkened as he shouted at the ceiling, "Xiao Ying, get down here!"

The moment he spoke, a black spider the size of a child's fist descended nimbly from the ceiling on a gleaming strand of silk, swaying as it hovered before him.

It was the pet he had picked up as a child, which had grown up alongside him.

It ran incredibly fast and could vanish in the blink of an eye, so he had named it Xiao Ying.

Though it was only a spider, it was exceptionally intelligent and understood human nature well.

When Yao Yan entered the mountains to gather herbs, he usually brought it along. It could warn him of danger in advance, help find treasures, and catch living creatures.

That was why Yao Yan often took it to the Back Mountain to hunt wild rabbits.

"What did I tell you before I left? I told you to watch the fire properly!" Yao Yan pointed at the spider hanging upside down in the air, his tone furious.

Especially when he saw the strand of web still clenched in its mouth, his anger flared even more. He grabbed it in one hand.

"Stop weaving that worthless web all day. Can't you be a spider with ambitions?"

"If a spider has no ambitions, how is it any different from an ordinary spider?"

"Remember! You are meant to become one of the Ten Great Ferocious Beasts!"

After being lectured by him, Xiao Ying instinctively used its front legs to cover its head, its eyes showing a rather humanlike grievance.

Yao Yan continued without stopping, one hand resting on its head. "I'll inject Soul Power into you right now."

"Evolve!"