Twin Martial Souls

In less than ten seconds, a change occurred in the boy on the far left named Wu Qiming. A brownish-green shimmer lit up his right hand, and the light quickly condensed, transforming into a long saber permeated with viscous water vapor.

Its appearance was no different from a standard crescent-shaped machete, but the blade bore a brownish-green pattern, as if a python were coiled around it.

"Python Saber, intermediate Tool Martial Soul, Innate Soul Power level five," Wu Jingru announced immediately, simultaneously withdrawing the awakening light from the boy.

The boy's consciousness returned, and he hurriedly looked at the Martial Soul gripped tightly in his right hand. A look of unwillingness was visibly etched onto his face.

The onlookers from the Wu family all frowned slightly, but hearing the level five Innate Soul Power smoothed over their disappointment a little.

"Roar!"

Almost seamlessly, another boy named Wu Chengyu let out a low roar, his face flushed red under the stimulation of the awakening light. The soul power within him flowed continuously, manifesting as a brilliant crimson red, like boiling flames.

"Roar."

With another low roar, a massive tiger-shaped silhouette appeared behind him the next moment.

Its head was enormous, and the "King" character on its forehead was replaced by a flaming light pattern. Its limbs were strong and powerful, and the sharp claws hidden within its tiger paws were like curved blades. Its fur swayed like raging flames, appearing crimson red, and rolling heat waves swept outward, causing the surrounding area of several meters to become scorching hot.

Wu Jingru said approvingly, "Crimson Fire Tiger, advanced Beast Martial Soul, Innate Soul Power level seven."

Hearing the Patriarch's words, Wu Chengyu clenched his fists in excitement. He knew exactly what this meant.

The trace of regret remaining on the faces of the Wu family members vanished instantly. Several elders of higher seniority in the crowd nodded repeatedly.

An advanced Martial Soul with level seven Innate Soul Power—with proper cultivation, he was guaranteed to reach at least the Soul Saint realm.

In this era, the vast majority of resources were held by Soul Master families. The prerequisite for keeping a family consistently powerful was having strong experts guarding the top and outstanding new generations emerging at the bottom. Once a problem arose at either end, a vast foundation would sooner or later be coveted by others.

As the two boys—one unwilling, one exhilarated—retreated into the crowd, everyone's gaze fell upon the girl.

Everyone wore an expression of intense expectation.

Wu Jingru's face remained calm, though he was actually a bit nervous inside.

As the person involved, Wu Sidao felt no less pressure. The position of Young Master of the Wu family went to whoever was capable; her father had outperformed his uncles, and she did not want to fall behind.

The white-gold awakening light enveloped Wu Sidao. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and her consciousness gradually drifted into a trance, as if she had arrived in another world.

The surrounding world was very dark, covered by endless thick fog.

Just then, she sensed something in the netherworld. She suddenly looked up, and her magnificent heterochromatic eyes constricted sharply.

She saw a massive silhouette disperse the thick fog and walk slowly toward her.

The light solidified, transforming into a giant tiger. Its fur was snow-white, yet it vaguely concealed deep black patterns. The "King" character on its forehead seemed alive, emitting a heart-palpitating pressure. It possessed heterochromatic eyes of white-gold and dark purple, just like hers, emitting a ghostly glow.

"White..." Wu Sidao cried out in surprise, but the next second, her beautiful eyes froze.

Right beside the White Tiger, a faint, flickering light emerged. It was a particularly slender figure with vertical pupils like those of a feline. Its fur swayed like tassels in the night, and as its tail flickered, faint afterimages streaked through the air.

"Hell Spirit Cat." Wu Sidao was stunned. She actually had two Martial Souls?

Without waiting for her to react, the two bolts of beastly shadows—one majestic and one slender—slammed fiercely into her, merging into her body.

Wu Sidao opened her eyes instinctively. Everywhere she looked, she saw the elders, their eyes filled with alarm.

"Father." She turned her head and saw the undisguised joy in her father's eyes.

"Good, good, good." In his excitement, Wu Jingru repeated the word again and again.

It wasn't just him; looking across the entire hall, everyone in the Wu family was, without exception, plunged into a state of ecstasy.

Wu Sidao's mother stepped forward and pulled her into a tight embrace. It was no exaggeration to say that there were tears in her eyes.

Twin Martial Souls directly represented Innate Full Soul Power. Combined with an excellent family background, as long as she didn't fall prematurely, it meant that in a few decades, the Wu family would have a great chance of producing a Super Douluo above level ninety-five. This would be enough to guarantee the family's stability for two hundred, or even three hundred years, or perhaps even allow her to push the family to new heights through her own individual power.

From this moment on, Wu Sidao represented the future of the Wu family.

Nan Liujing watched this scene quietly, a smile at the corners of his eyes. He hadn't expected that the first character from the original timeline he would encounter would be the Hell-style Wu Sidao.

"Nervous?" Sun Kong asked with a smile, looking down at Nan Liujing with his arms crossed over his chest.

Nan Liujing looked up to meet his gaze, then shook his head, saying confidently, "I believe in my parents' talent. I definitely won't be any worse."

Sun Kong laughed and reached out to ruffle Nan Liujing's hair. "You kid, you don't act like a six-year-old at all."

Nan Liujing chuckled lightly.

Sun Kong didn't suspect anything and began chatting with his three good brothers.

"Tsk, that old guy really hit the jackpot."

"I didn't expect this girl Sidao to have such good talent, too. She's on par with your girl, Old Ye. You won't be able to brag about that anymore."

"No matter. Old Sun is single-minded and can be ignored, so I can still brag to you two."

"???"

"What do you mean?"

"The Ye family girl?"

Nan Liujing's heart stirred. He snuck a glance over and saw the handsome, middle-aged man with a temperament as sharp as a sword—the one Sun Kong had told him to call "Uncle Ye"—laughing as he teased his brothers.

The joy belonging to the Wu family members lasted for about ten minutes, and everyone was beaming with excitement.

Since there was a banquet that evening, the brothers of his generation went off to busy themselves with preparations. However, seeing the situation, the scale of the banquet would likely have to be upgraded.

The elders of the Wu family greeted Sun Kong and the others one after another before leaving with vigorous, dragon-like strides. It was clear that because of Wu Sidao, their spirits had all felt significantly rejuvenated.

The vast hall was soon left with only Nan Liujing and his group.

Wu Jingru brought his wife and daughter to the four old brothers, beaming with pride. "Look at my Sidao. She went and awakened Twin Martial Souls without even trying. Sigh, it really is something."

Watching him gloat, the corners of Sun Kong's and Ye Changming's mouths twitched slightly.

Wu Sidao, held by her mother's hand, shook her head helplessly at her father's antics. Yet, the smile on her face did not fade in the slightest, for she knew better than anyone just how formidable her talent was.

"Right, Old Sun, isn't Liujing supposed to awaken his Martial Soul? Let's get to it." Having finished gloating, Wu Jingru did not forget the main business at hand.

Everyone's gaze shifted instantly to Nan Liujing.

It was only then that Wu Sidao noticed the boy standing beside her godfather. Her magnificent heterochromatic eyes blinked softly, brimming with curiosity.

As if sensing it, Nan Liujing happened to look toward her, and their gazes collided in an instant.

Nan Liujing offered a polite smile. Wu Sidao's gaze flickered away slightly; the memory of the earlier conversation between her father and godfather surfaced in her mind, causing the tips of her fair, delicate ears to turn a faint shade of red, though she did not forget to nod in return.