"You've chosen death!"
At the convention center, Luo Mo was chatting with his friend Tang San when someone suddenly shouted behind him. Caught off guard, Luo Mo looked over in alarm.
A doll cosplaying Tang San had tossed out a rope made of vines.
"Eat my Blue Silver Grass!"
Luo Mo, caught by the rope, had no idea what was going on. He felt a sudden yank, and the whole person was dragged off his feet, tumbling toward the direction of the pull.
The next moment, he raised his left hand and brought down a huge hammer.
"Clear Sky Appears! Not a single blade of grass shall remain! Eighty-eight, eighty-eight, eighty-eight..."
"Ah!"
Luo Mo woke with a start, drenched in cold sweat. His pale, short-sleeved shirt clung to him.
He sat half-upright in bed, breathing hard.
When his breathing finally settled, his handsome face came into view. His brows were like distant mountains, his eyes like dark jade, his nose straight and his lips thin. He seemed to carry an air of elegant nobility.
Looking at the familiar wooden house, Luo Mo gradually came back to his senses.
"I had that dream again..."
The expression on his face was complicated. It wasn't strange; the memories belonged to his previous life.
He had died suddenly and crossed over to Douluo Continent, becoming a child who wasn't yet a month old. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a blue-haired stranger. Fortunately, he was taken in by the old Jack who had rescued him.
Old Jack was the village chief of Holy Spirit Village.
Besides him, there was another father and son in the village. The father was a drunkard who spent his days drinking, and the boy was Tang San, who was the same age as Luo Mo.
In his previous life, Luo Mo hadn't been called Luo Mo.
He had been named Xiao Jie by Old Jack, and had changed it back to his original name when he turned three.
He had also helped Old Jack rebuild the dilapidated wooden house with his own hands.
Although Old Jack treated him like his own grandson, as the village chief, he naturally wasn't alone. His family treated Luo Mo well, and Luo Mo didn't want to impose on them, so he insisted on living by himself.
But he still couldn't avoid Old Jack's concern.
"Six years... I've waited for this day for six years!"
Luo Mo got out of bed and washed up, unable to hide the anticipation in his eyes.
He was six now, and today was the day he would awaken his martial soul.
Only after awakening his martial soul would he have a chance to surpass Tang San.
Even if he'd crossed over as a civilian, with nothing special about him, his previous life's grudge against Tang San would still have to be settled.
Xiao San, you're out of luck!
He'd just finished washing up when he heard a knock at the door.
Then came an old voice, filled with concern. "Xiao Jie, your grandpa's here to pick you up."
"Coming, Grandpa!"
Luo Mo answered cheerfully. This was a nickname.
He hurriedly put on his little shoes and ran to open the door.
Two people stood outside, one old and one young.
The old one was Grandpa Jack. Although he was already over sixty, he was still full of spirit. His appearance was neat and tidy, and he always wore a kind smile.
The little boy beside him, with slightly dark skin, was naturally Tang San, the original protagonist.
He had short black hair, ordinary looks, and wore a clean white outfit with neat patches. His eyes were bright and lively.
"Xiao Jie, in a little while, the Spirit Hall's lord will help you awaken your martial soul. I've already made arrangements. All you have to do is follow his instructions. The awakening ceremony will be quick. Grandpa's been busy with those ten mu of land..."
Along the way, Old Jack kept chattering.
He knew that Xiao Jie had been looking forward to awakening his martial soul for a long time. But becoming a Spirit Master was no easy feat. Not every child in the village could awaken soul power.
Luo Mo felt a warmth in his heart and patted his chest. "Don't worry, Grandpa. I'll definitely become a Spirit Master."
No matter how poor the martial soul was, as long as he had soul power—even half a level—he could still defy fate and change his life.
As for innate soul power?
Well, he was a transmigrator. Surely he'd get at least a little bit of luck.
"All right... all right..." Old Jack couldn't help but laugh.
He had picked Xiao Jie up outside the village. Maybe he really did have something special about him.
"Xiao San, your dad's a blacksmith. Maybe you'll awaken a hammer, too?" Luo Mo put an arm around Tang San's shoulders as they walked.
Before he had enough strength, naturally, he wouldn't tell Xiao San about transmigrating.
"Maybe... we'll see." Tang San didn't seem to care about what martial soul he awakened. What he did care about was becoming a Spirit Master and gaining the strength to break through the bottleneck of the Mysterious Heaven Skill.
"A hammer's great. You can use it to forge iron or hit people, and it really hurts." Luo Mo seemed to know quite a bit about the subject.
Perhaps he could let Xiao San experience it sometime.
Soon, the three of them reached the wooden house in the middle of the village where the martial souls were to be awakened.
Apart from the six children of the village chief's seven families who had been scheduled for the ceremony, there was also a young man who looked about twenty.
He had bright eyes and a handsome face, and wore a white outfit with a black cloak. A badge the size of a palm was embroidered on his chest. It was the uniform of someone from the Spirit Hall.
Luo Mo studied the young man's black eyes. This was probably the man named Su Xing, the awakened-soul examiner from the Spirit Hall.
"Greetings, respected Spirit Master. Sorry to trouble you again."
Old Jack bowed respectfully. Su Xing glanced at him and nodded coldly. "I don't have much time. Let's begin."
"All right."
Old Jack nodded, gave the children a few final instructions, then turned and left.
Inside the house, Su Xing summoned the children and had them stand in a row. Tang San stood at the far left.
Luo Mo hurried to the far right. He could hardly wait to awaken his martial soul.
"I'm Su Xing, a twenty-sixth-rank Grand Spirit Master. I'm here to guide your martial soul awakening. No matter what happens, you mustn't be afraid."
As he spoke, Su Xing took out six black stones shaped like diamonds and a clear crystal ball. He arranged the awakening stones in a hexagon.
Then he gestured for the first child on the left to step inside.
Luo Mo: "..."
Had they switched places somehow?
Wasn't Tang San supposed to be the one standing at the far left?
Could this be the butterfly effect?
"Lone Wolf, Possession." Su Xing murmured.
A yellow light emerged from him. His black hair turned gray, his entire body grew hair, his height increased, and his muscles swelled.
His pupils turned a ghostly green, and sharp claws extended from his ten fingers. He now looked like a werewolf from the West.
So that's what a dog martial soul looks like? Luo Mo was astonished.
"Ah! Ah—!"
The other children shrieked in fear and ran away.
Tang San, standing calmly inside the hexagon, seemed especially conspicuous. Su Xing looked at him a few times.
Then he waved his right hand, and six faint golden lights flowed into the awakening stones.
In an instant, a layer of golden light bloomed from the six stones, forming a pale golden barrier around Tang San.
"Hold out your right hand!"
Seeing the golden light gather, Su Xing's ghostly green eyes grew bright. He pointed at Tang San, signaling for him to take the next step.
Tang San did as instructed, but put his left hand behind his back.
The other children didn't notice the detail, but Luo Mo saw him. He's planning to awaken his left hand, isn't he?
Watching the faint light gather over Tang San's right hand, Luo Mo suddenly heard a long-familiar BGM in his mind—
The world only needs good people...
Children without parents are like weeds.
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