"After all that, I'd only awakened a martial soul that needed five Golden Soul Cores."
Lin stared at the five Golden Soul Cores in his hand, his heart aching.
Tang San, you damn bastard! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have needed all those Golden Soul Cores to awaken my martial soul!
Lin cursed Tang San in his heart. It was all because of that damn bastard that he'd nearly failed to awaken his martial soul.
He had transmigrated, and he'd thought he could get ahead by sticking close to Tang San, living a comfortable life and enjoying himself. Who would've thought he'd end up in the Douluo Continent of all places?
To awaken his martial soul, Xiao Xiao had used every trick in the book, spending all the money she had to get these five Golden Soul Cores.
Now she was almost broke.
What a pain. Being poor was truly miserable.
He rubbed the ring on his finger. It was the last keepsake his father had left him. He couldn't bear to sell it—it was the very last thing he had to remember his father by.
He'd even sold the great sword his father had left him.
Whenever he thought about it, Lin couldn't help cursing Tang San.
Lin raised his eyes to the gleaming Awakening Spirit Ball before him, then looked at the mold he'd crafted himself. It really was shoddy work.
It truly had the air of someone who'd never had a proper meal in his life.
"Five Golden Soul Cores. Hand them over and let's get this over with." The person in charge held out his hand impatiently.
Lin was very unhappy, but he still obediently handed over the five Golden Soul Cores he had left.
My heart hurts. I'm so miserable. My money! Damn you, Tang San! You owe me!
He handed over the money and received a crystal plaque with the number 9 on it.
Nine? If only his innate Soul Power were nine.
That was what Lin thought to himself.
After a long moment of despair, he finally called out, "Number 9, come awaken your martial soul."
Hearing his number, Lin quickly walked into the room.
The person in charge of the awakening ceremony didn't even look at Xiao Xiao. He merely pointed toward the Awakening Spirit Ball.
Lin, however, was quite confident. He walked straight over, placed his hand on the Awakening Spirit Ball, and in the next moment, the crystal ball blazed with light. A strange, mysterious energy enveloped Lin's right hand.
A moment later, a ball of white flame appeared in Lin's right hand.
Cold. Lin could only feel cold.
There was no heat at all.
Looking at the flame, he wondered why it felt like a bone-chilling ghost fire. A thought suddenly came to him.
Lin felt that something was off. There seemed to be a martial soul in his body, but before he could examine it, the person in charge called out.
"Innate full Soul Power!"
The person in charge shouted, his face full of delight.
This time, I've found a genuine genius.
But just then, the brightly shining Awakening Spirit Ball suddenly dimmed, as if something had sucked away all its light.
The person in charge froze. Had he really found someone with innate full Soul Power? Could it have been that the child only had innate third-rank Soul Power?
"Innate third-rank Soul Power."
The person in charge clapped his hands. All the martial souls had their own mysteries.
Lin was speechless. It really was like starting out with a bowl of plain rice.
Withdrawing his martial soul, Xiao Xiao quickly registered and hurried home.
Back home, the place was practically empty. There was only a bed, and not even a table.
Sitting on the bed, Xiao Xiao impatiently released her martial soul.
"Whoosh!"
That same ball of white flame appeared again, carrying an icy chill, without a trace of warmth.
"Father's martial soul was fire, but it was golden. Why was his flame white?"
"Am I seeing things?"
Lin asked in confusion. Surely there was nothing wrong with him. Had his martial soul really mutated? He'd better take a closer look.
It was clearly different. It had better not be something like the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor, or he was in trouble.
Withdrawing his martial soul, Xiao Xiao finally realized that another martial soul was still inside him, waiting to emerge.
At the thought, Lin became excited.
Just then, a human-shaped shadow appeared behind Lin.
"Th-this... what kind of martial soul is this? My martial soul?"
Startled, Xiao Xiao turned around. The moment he saw the human-shaped shadow, it merged with him. No matter how Lin tried, he couldn't make it appear again.
Lin could only feel his body growing a little stronger, as if there were an inexhaustible supply of energy in him. "I should go to the construction site and move bricks. How else am I supposed to earn eight thousand a month?"
At that moment, Lin also realized that the highest-ranked martial soul was his own martial soul.
An incredibly powerful martial soul. As long as he trained it properly, he'd become even stronger than Poison Unkillable.
A radiant smile spread across Lin's face. His mood lifted considerably. He'd earned himself a martial soul—what a bargain!
"If I put this ring up for sale, would that make me innately full of Soul Power?"
Lin rubbed the ring on his finger, muttering to himself.
But the next moment, he rummaged through his pockets. It was the most valuable thing he owned, and he couldn't sell it.
Now that he'd awakened his martial soul, he could go to school.
At the thought, Lin felt more energized. Joining the academy wasn't a bad idea after all. Ah, well. He'd figure it out later.
Damn you, Tang San. Just you wait.
Once he grew stronger, he'd make Tang San pay for everything he'd taken from him in the Douluo Continent.
Just thinking about it made him feel better.
After taking a deep breath, Xiao Xiao withdrew her martial soul and sat back down on the bed.
"You want to sell that ring?"
An old, powerful voice rang through the room.
"Who's there? Come out!"
Lin jumped off the bed, scanning the room.
There was only one bed left in the house. Who would want to come here?
Nobody was there. Xiao Xiao hadn't seen anyone, and unease crept over her.
Suddenly, a faint aura flowed from the ring on her finger. Xiao Xiao subconsciously rubbed it.
Looking at his hand, Lin asked in surprise, "Y-you're not inside the ring, are you?"
If it was really as he suspected, then he'd struck it rich.
The old man inside the ring might be some great expert—perhaps Qian Daoliu or Tang Chen. Or maybe he wasn't from the Douluo Continent at all?
"Little fellow!"
At the words "little fellow," a white mist gradually emerged from the ring, filling the entire room.
As the mist thickened, Xiao Xiao's eyes widened. He rubbed them again and again, hardly daring to believe it.
Within the mist, a figure appeared, walking straight toward Lin.
Lin fell onto the bed in fright. "Good heavens, you scared me to death!"
He rubbed his eyes and began examining the person floating in the mist.
No, this person looked familiar. What was going on?
He rubbed his eyes again, certain of it: the person was real, but why did he seem so familiar?
The next moment, Lin blurted out, "Y-you're Lao Yao?"
Lao Yao was startled. He, too, had been surprised by how powerful Lin was, but he hadn't expected Lin to know his name.
How could he possibly recognize him?
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