Soul Power Level, Going Home

Tang Wulin instinctively opened his eyes as he felt a trace of warmth radiating from the center of his palms.

His originally pitch-black eyes were now suffused with a faint blue light in the depths.

Though young, Tang Wulin clearly remembered what he was currently doing.

Therefore, he instantly understood that what floated above his palms were his Martial Souls. This is... Blue Silver Grass and a spear? Did I actually awaken Twin Martial Souls?

Since he was a child, he had loved listening to Tang Ziran tell stories about Soul Masters, so he naturally understood what his current situation meant.

Before he could even feel happy, the excited voice of the nearby Spirit Transmission Master suddenly came over.

"Twin Martial Souls, it really is Twin Martial Souls!"

The next moment, the Spirit Transmission Master ran over to Tang Wulin in a loss of composure, placed his hands on Tang Wulin's shoulders, and looked at him with glowing eyes.

"Child, do you know? You've awakened Twin Martial Souls, which means you definitely possess Soul Power, and you might even be a rare case of Innate Full Soul Power!"

"Even though one of your Martial Souls is Blue Silver Grass, perhaps a miracle will happen!"

Tang Wulin was a bit dazed by the excited Spirit Transmission Master before him, and he instinctively turned his head to look to the side.

His younger brother, separated from him by a barrier, was currently kneeling on one knee with tightly furrowed brows. Sweat constantly poured from his forehead, and he seemed to be enduring immense pain.

As the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony concluded on Tang Wulin's side, the barrier that had separated the two sides in the middle of the room had already dissipated.

Tang Wulin's joy over the Twin Martial Souls in his heart instantly turned into worry. Putting away his Martial Souls, he hurried to Wuyang's side.

"Wuyang, what's wrong? Don't scare me!" Tang Wulin knelt beside him, reaching out as if to touch Wuyang, but hesitatingly stopped in mid-air.

So painful!

Wuyang's entire body was trembling, and he felt as though his body was about to be torn apart.

When that gentle energy had first injected into his body, he had felt extremely comfortable and at ease.

Soon, however, a violent heat energy surged from his limbs and bones, and this heat uncontrollably ravaged his body.

Wuyang felt as though every part of his body was expanding, and every inch of him was wailing.

The feeling of being on the verge of bursting made him suffer to the point of being unable to breathe, and every part of his body transmitted the sensation of being ripped apart.

It felt as though a long time had passed before this pain gradually subsided, and a trace of warmth emanated from his abdomen.

Wuyang opened his eyes and instinctively looked back, and an animal on all fours covered all over in dragon scales appeared in his sight.

Is this... my Martial Soul?

Before Wuyang could even observe carefully, Tang Wulin directly pounced over.

With tearful eyes, Tang Wulin said, "Wuyang, you scared me to death! I thought something happened to you, wuwu~"

Seeing that Tang Wulin was about to cry, Wuyang disregarded the discomfort coming from his body and hurriedly comforted him, "Brother, I'm fine. It's probably because my Martial Soul is a Beast Martial Soul, which is why my body had such a strong reaction."

The Spirit Transmission Master who had helped Wuyang awaken his Martial Soul also chimed in to comfort him, "That's right, this kind of situation does happen. After all, the enhancement that a Beast Martial Soul brings to the body is far from something a Tool Martial Soul can compare to."

Another Spirit Transmission Master looked at the two children as their emotions had both calmed down quite a bit, and with anticipation in his eyes, he said, "Alright, now let's test your respective Innate Soul Power levels."

With that, he handed a strip-shaped instrument he was holding in his hand over to Tang Wulin.

"Little Wulin, you go first."

Obediently, Tang Wulin reached out and grasped it. A white light began to slowly rise, and it ultimately stopped after lighting up the fifth grid.

There were a total of ten grids on the instrument, and every grid lit up represented one level of Innate Soul Power for the tester.

Seeing Tang Wulin's test results, the Spirit Transmission Master, who had previously expected to witness a genius with Innate Full Soul Power, immediately felt a flash of pity in his eyes.

Professional ethics allowed him to quickly adjust his emotions, and then he smiled and said, "Alright, Little Wulin, your Innate Soul Power is level five, and your Martial Souls are Blue Silver Grass and a spear."

"Although the level isn't considered very high, as long as you work hard, you can still become a decent Soul Master."

Tang Wulin raised both hands, looking at the palms of his hands.

Even though this was his first time participating in an awakening ceremony, he and Wuyang had long since heard their father talk about some common knowledge regarding Soul Masters.

There were many situations in which Twin Martial Souls appeared, but for someone like him whose Innate Soul Power was only level five, it usually meant that the quality of these two Martial Souls was close.

However, Blue Silver Grass was a famously useless Martial Soul known to everyone on Douluo Continent!

In an instant, intense sorrow flooded his young heart.

He had anticipated it for so long, and when he saw that he possessed Twin Martial Souls, goodness knows how happy he was. Yet before he could even revel in that joy for long, reality dealt him a heavy blow.

Looking at Tang Wulin, who had sunk to the absolute depths of despair, the Spirit Transmission Master smiled and said, "Little friend, don't be so dejected. I wonder if you've ever heard the story of the Tang Sect?"

"The Founding Ancestor of the Tang Sect also had Blue Silver Grass as his primary Martial Soul, just like you!"

"Two thousand years ago, it was precisely by relying on this entity, which ordinary people regarded as a completely useless Martial Soul, that he stirred up winds and clouds across the continent and defeated the evil Spirit Hall."

Tang Wulin blinked. How could he have never heard the story about the Founding Ancestor of the Tang Sect?

The story of that legendary mighty figure and the First Generation Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda was the most widely circulated and popular legend on the continent.

"But wasn't the Founding Ancestor of the Tang Sect's Martial Soul the Blue Silver Emperor? And wasn't he also gifted with Innate Full Soul Power?" Tang Wulin asked seriously.

"Uh..."

The Spirit Transmission Master felt slightly awkward, thinking to himself that children nowadays were all so hard to fool.

Another Spirit Transmission Master patted his colleague, who was still feeling awkward. "The Blue Silver Emperor also evolved from Blue Silver Grass in the same way. As long as you are willing to work hard and obtain a good Soul Spirit in the future, maybe you can be like that mighty figure and evolve Blue Silver Grass into the Blue Silver Emperor!"

Tang Wulin bit his lip. "Thank you, Spirit Transmission Master. I am fine. You should test my brother's Soul Power first."

He pushed down the sadness in his heart and looked at Tang Wuyang with eyes full of anticipation.

Although his own Innate Soul Power was not high, he could still become a Soul Master after all, and now everything depended on Wuyang.

The Spirit Transmission Master who helped Tang Wuyang awaken his Martial Soul looked at Tang Wuyang on the side with eyes full of anticipation, just like the other Spirit Transmission Master earlier.

After all, the strange phenomenon triggered by that Qilin when Tang Wuyang awakened his Martial Soul earlier was enough to prove the extraordinariness of this Martial Soul.

Tang Wuyang followed Tang Wulin's previous actions and held the testing instrument in both hands.

The next moment, the weak energy that appeared in his body due to the Martial Soul awakening was now slowly injected into the instrument in his hand.

The white light began to rise at an extremely slow speed, and that speed was even a bit slower than when Tang Wulin tested earlier.

The two Spirit Transmission Masters watching this scene could not help but be somewhat speechless. Judging by this posture, Tang Wuyang's Innate Soul Power rank probably would not be much higher.

What a pair of struggling brothers!

The light stopped after lighting up the third grid. Tang Wuyang looked at the instrument in front of him. Of course he understood what three lit grids represented.

"Alright, little Tang Wuyang, your Innate Soul Power is rank three."

"Although it is not high, as long as you cultivate hard, you can still become a good Soul Master."

Although Tang Wulin and Tang Wuyang were young, they could hear that the Spirit Transmission Master's tone was obviously lacking its previous enthusiasm, and a faint sense of disappointment surged into their hearts.

Although Tang Wuyang was not like Tang Wulin, who had aspired to become a powerful Soul Master since childhood, now that he was born with Soul Power, of course he hoped to have higher Innate Soul Power.

All the way until they walked out of the school gate of Red Mountain Academy, both Tang Wulin and Tang Wuyang were still somewhat dazed.

As new students of Red Mountain Academy this year, awakening their Martial Souls accompanied by the appearance of Soul Power caused both brothers to be assigned to the Soul Master class.

In any primary academy, the Soul Master class was undoubtedly the key class.

Tang Wulin somewhat disappointedly told Tang Ziran about their Martial Souls and Innate Soul Power, while Tang Wuyang followed behind his father without saying a word.

His head still felt a bit swollen and his body felt hot, as if the energy that had almost made him burst earlier had not completely dissipated yet. Tang Wuyang always felt that his head was spinning.

Noticing the disappointment in his eldest son's tone and the silence of his youngest son, Tang Ziran gently patted the heads of his two sons. "Linlin, Yangyang, do not be so discouraged. You are geniuses picked out from ten thousand!"

Hearing his father's words, Tang Wulin looked at him with eyes full of doubt. "Dad, isn't Blue Silver Grass a useless Martial Soul? Even if I have twin martial souls, my Innate Soul Power is only rank five, and that spear is obviously just like Blue Silver Grass, not some powerful Martial Soul at all!"

Tang Ziran's gentle voice awakened Tang Wuyang from his grogginess.

He raised his head to look at his father, and immediately saw his father's soft and pampering gaze.

Tang Wulin's voice came again. "Although Wuyang's Martial Soul is a beast martial soul Qilin, his Innate Soul Power is only rank three. Obviously, that so-called Qilin is not a powerful Martial Soul either."

After understanding the Martial Souls and Innate Soul Power of the two children, Tang Ziran said seriously, "What is wrong with a useless Martial Soul? Linlin, Yangyang, you must remember that being able to possess Soul Power already makes you one in a thousand, and possessing Soul Power with a useless Martial Soul makes you a genius picked out from ten thousand!"

"Besides, Linlin's Twin Martial Souls are a talent that countless Soul Masters dream of!"

"Although Yangyang only has one Martial Soul, that is a beast martial soul!"

"So, my sons are definitely unique. Do you remember the story Dad told you about Spirit Ice Douluo? His Innate Soul Power was even lower than yours, merely rank one."

"Yet he put in effort surpassing ordinary people and ultimately still became the most powerful Soul Master of that era, forging a legend of a generation."

After listening to his father's words, the disappointment in Tang Wulin's eyes turned into firmness. "Mm! Dad, I will definitely work hard."

Watching his eldest son reignite his fighting spirit, Tang Ziran turned his gaze to his youngest son, who had not said a word. "Yangyang, what is wrong? Are you still troubled by the low Innate Soul Power?"

Tang Wuyang delayed for a moment before letting his gaze fall on his father. Before he could say anything, Tang Wulin, who had already adjusted himself on the side, let out a "Ah!" as if he suddenly thought of something.

"That's right, Dad, when Wuyang awakened his Martial Soul just now..."

After listening to Tang Wulin's account, Tang Ziran squatted down, looked into his youngest son's eyes, and asked softly, "Yangyang, how is it? Are you still uncomfortable now?"

Tang Wuyang shook his still somewhat groggy head, looked at his father's caring gaze in front of him, and said with a smile, "Dad, I'm fine. I'm just a bit tired from awakening the Martial Soul."

Tang Ziran stood up, patted the heads of his two children, and held one with each hand. "Let's go home. Mom will be very happy to know that both of you can become Soul Masters."

"She must be cooking a table of dishes at home waiting for us to return!"

The home of Tang Wulin and Tang Wuyang was in the civilian district of Aolai City.

Their father, Tang Ziran, was a Mecha Repair Master, specializing in repairing some simple Soul Guide Mecha accessories.

However, because he was only an ordinary person and his skills were relatively average, the salary he received could only support the family's daily expenses.

Their mother, Lang Yue, was a housewife, and Tang Wulin and Tang Wuyang were raised entirely by her single-handedly.

A living room of over ten square meters, a small kitchen, a bathroom, and two rooms of less than ten square meters each constituted the entirety of their home.

"Linlin, Yangyang, you're back! Must be hungry, Mom has already cooked dinner for you."

Lang Yue was not extremely pretty, but she was full of charm.

Seeing the two children just enter the door, she had already walked to the entrance upon hearing them, squatted down, and smiled as she hugged the two children.

"Mom, I'm not hungry. I'm a bit sleepy and want to go back to my room to sleep for a while."

Tang Wuyang and Tang Wulin hugged their mother's neck together, and then quickly ran to the bedroom that he and Tang Wulin shared.

Since there were only two bedrooms in the house, and both children were boys, Tang Wulin and Tang Wuyang had always shared a single bedroom.

"Mom, I'm going to go check on Wuyang."

With that, Tang Wulin followed right behind Tang Wuyang and dashed into the bedroom as well.

Watching the tiny backs of the two children, Lang Yue looked at her husband and asked with a puzzled expression, "What's wrong with Yangyang? Is it because he failed to become a Soul Master?"

Tang Ziran walked over to the small, square dining table in the living room and sat down. Lunch consisted of a plate of stir-fried greens, a portion of sweet and sour pork ribs, a cold mixed vegetable dish, and a bowl of tomato and egg drop soup.

Three dishes and one soup—this was already considered quite a feast for the Tang Family.

"Both children have companion Soul Power, but I'd rather they didn't have any," Tang Ziran sighed.

Lang Yue sat down beside her husband in surprise. "You mean both Linlin and Yangyang have Soul Power? Doesn't that mean they both have the potential to become Soul Masters?"

Tang Ziran gave a wry smile. "It's not that easy! Even though Linlin has Twin Martial Souls, his Martial Souls are Blue Silver Grass and a spear whose name nobody knows, and his Innate Soul Power is only level five."

"Yangyang's Martial Soul is a Beast Martial Soul, the Qilin, but his Innate Soul Power is only level three."

"Neither child has very good Innate Soul Power. Wanting to become Soul Masters—how easy is that to talk about?"

"And having Soul Power means they'll be assigned to the Soul Master class. I'm afraid the pressure they'll have to bear will be too great."

Lang Yue was stunned for a moment, but she quickly understood the meaning behind her husband's words. "So Yangyang is so lacking in spirit because his Innate Soul Power is low?"

Tang Ziran said, "That's not it. It's probably because Yangyang's Martial Soul is a Beast Martial Soul, which brought a relatively heavy burden to his body."

"Linlin said that earlier, during the Martial Soul Awakening, he saw Yangyang..."

After hearing her husband finish explaining the reason, Lang Yue stood up with a worried expression and walked quickly toward the children's room.

She pushed the door open gently to see that Tang Wuyang was already lying on the bottom bunk of the bed in the room, and Tang Wulin was tenderly helping him tuck in the blanket.

Lang Yue stroked Tang Wulin's head, her eyes full of worry as she looked at Tang Wuyang.

"Mom, Wuyang he..."

Lang Yue spoke softly, "Rest assured, Linlin, Yangyang is probably just experiencing a somewhat heavy burden on his body because the Martial Soul he awakened is a Beast Martial Soul."

"Let him have a good sleep. When he wakes up, maybe he'll be fine."

Tang Wulin looked at his younger brother sleeping soundly on the bed and nodded. "Mm-hmm!"

Lang Yue leaned down and gently placed a kiss on Tang Wuyang's forehead, then pulled Tang Wulin out of the room.

What Tang Ziran, his wife, and Tang Wulin did not know was that while they were eating in the living room, bizarre changes were taking place within Tang Wuyang inside the bedroom.