Holy Soul Village, Spirit Hall.
After being renovated, the Spirit Hall was nothing like the shabby little wooden hut in the original story.
It was built from white jade stone and had something of a "hall" about it.
"Little Feng, it's all right if your Martial Spirit isn't any good."
Grandpa Jack stood outside the village with a group of children.
First, he patted Wang Feng, whom he had raised for several years, and said kindly, "If you don't have a Martial Spirit, you won't be able to become a Spirit Master. You can stay in Holy Soul Village in the future. As it happens, our village needs you."
"..."
Wang Feng was at a loss for words.
The old man just wanted him to stay in Holy Soul Village.
After all, he had come up with many of the changes in the village over the past few years.
Now that the villagers' lives were getting better day by day, naturally they all wanted him to stay.
They'd even be happy to provide him with good food and drink every day.
"Grandpa, I haven't even awakened yet," Wang Feng said, displeased.
"Hehe, Brother Feng is so lazy every day. Your father and mother didn't have Martial Spirits, so you definitely won't have one either. Don't worry."
A little boy looked at Wang Feng with a grin.
"You little brat, are you asking for a beating?" Wang Feng glared at him.
The little boy shrank his neck and didn't dare say another word.
Over the past month, Wang Feng had undergone life-threatening training, along with the transformation brought about by the Meteor Tear. Though he hadn't undergone any earth-shattering changes,
his bearing had changed quite a bit.
He had gained a touch of sharpness, no longer seeming as lazy as before.
Besides, the children in the village were already afraid of him. When he glared at them, the timid ones were likely to have nightmares that night.
"Of all of you, I think Xiao San has the best chance of becoming a Spirit Master. He might even awaken a powerful Martial Spirit."
Grandpa Jack looked at Tang San, who stood silently to one side. Recalling what had happened when he'd visited Tang Hao's home a couple of days earlier, he couldn't help shaking his head.
That stubborn old Tang Hao!
"As for you, Little Feng, Grandpa doesn't expect you to become a Spirit Master."
Grandpa Jack looked at Wang Feng and said with a smile, "I'd be satisfied if you awakened some ordinary Martial Spirit, like Blue Silver Grass, a hoe, or a sickle. At least those things are somewhat useful."
"..." Wang Feng.
So you really have that little faith in me?
But when he thought about it, Wang Feng felt that made sense.
A person's Martial Spirit was generally determined by their biological parents.
Most were inherited.
His biological parents in Douluo Continent really were ordinary farmers with ordinary Martial Spirits.
Unlike Xiao San's parents, who were both ridiculously powerful.
"All right, come in with me. When you meet the Battle Spirit Master, don't be afraid, but don't say anything careless either, in case you annoy him."
Jack gave the children a few reminders, then led them into the Spirit Hall.
Before long,
they had all gone inside.
They saw a young man standing in the middle of the Spirit Hall.
Hearing their footsteps, the young man turned around and looked at them.
"This is Battle Spirit Master Su Yuntao, from Notting City."
Jack spoke respectfully to the young man, but as soon as he finished, he froze. He hurried a few steps closer and asked in a low voice, "Master Su, have we been neglecting you these past two days? Why do you have dark circles under your eyes?"
Indeed, Battle Spirit Master Su Yuntao had arrived in Holy Soul Village two days earlier.
He'd said he wanted to take an early look and see whether there were any children in the village with the aptitude to become Spirit Masters.
But why were his eyes ringed with dark circles now?
He clearly hadn't been getting enough rest.
"No! I'm just a little tired. Let's get started..." Su Yuntao said impatiently.
Wang Feng, watching the scene, nearly burst out laughing.
Brother Tao looked exactly like he had when he used to stay up late reading novels in his previous life.
When he'd arrived two days ago, his hair had been neat and fresh, and his whole person had radiated a pleasant, springlike warmth.
Now his hair was rumpled and greasy, and dark circles hung beneath his eyes.
He had definitely spent the past two days gathering the story of Soul Breaking the Firmament that Wang Feng had made up, then stayed up late reading it...
Su Yuntao was also quite vexed. He just wanted to finish the test quickly so he could keep reading Soul Breaking the Firmament.
It was strange. The story was clearly nothing more than a vulgar tale, yet somehow he'd gotten hooked on it over the past two days.
It was unbelievable!
And that little brat had said he had the complete story.
Su Yuntao looked over the children with a head full of thoughts. When his gaze fell on Wang Feng, he paused.
Wasn't this that little brat?
Hmph!
"I'm Su Yuntao, a level twenty-six Soul Grandmaster!" Su Yuntao said calmly, looking at Wang Feng.
He meant to put the little brat in his place.
Sure enough, when they heard this, the other children's eyes filled with admiration and respect!
Even Tang San looked curious.
But that little brat alone looked at him indifferently and said, boldly, "A Battle Spirit Master. How impressive! Could you get started, sir? Our Martial Spirits are already itching to come out."
Pfft...
At that, several children burst into laughter.
Even Tang San smiled knowingly.
That was Brother Feng for you-carefree and fearless, afraid of nothing under heaven.
"..." Su Yuntao choked for a moment.
That little brat.
Never mind. Since you have the complete story of Soul Breaking the Firmament, I'll let it go.
"Hmph, I've already been to six villages, and not one person had Soul Power. As for a decent Martial Spirit, there was even less chance of that."
Su Yuntao shook his head, clearly suggesting that Wang Feng wouldn't fare any better.
Then he stopped talking.
He took out six dark, round stones and scattered them with a wave of his hand, arranging them into a hexagon on the ground.
Then he took out a crystal ball.
"Go inside, one at a time, from left to right."
Su Yuntao pointed to the hexagon on the ground.
A faint light appeared within it.
The first child stepped inside.
Su Yuntao shouted, "Lone Wolf!"
One white and one yellow Spirit Ring rose from his body. At the same time, Su Yuntao's frame rapidly swelled, brimming with strength.
Quite a few children were stunned. They all took a step back, their eyes filled with fear and trepidation, as well as admiration and curiosity.
Su Yuntao quickly brought his hands toward the hexagonal stones and sent out several streaks of green light.
Golden light flickered, enveloping the child.
"Hold out your right hand," Su Yuntao ordered.
The child hurriedly held out his hand, and a small sickle appeared!
Then he touched the crystal ball, but it didn't react at all.
Su Yuntao shook his head.
The child walked out, his face full of disappointment.
The children behind him then went in one by one.
The farther along they got, the more disappointed Su Yuntao became.
Finally, it was Tang San's turn.
The golden light was brighter than it had been for the children before him!
"A golden legend!"
Wang Feng muttered. He looked at Tang San's left hand and wondered, The Clear Sky Hammer should be in Tang San's left hand, right?
He saw Tang San clench his left hand tightly and only open his right, revealing a sprig of Blue Silver Grass.
When he saw the Blue Silver Grass, Tang San's face darkened.
Brother Feng, are you trying to curse me or something?
Actually, there was nothing wrong with Blue Silver Grass, but Brother Feng had already said that his Martial Spirit was Blue Silver Grass, which left Tang San feeling rather helpless.
Of course, Tang San didn't believe that Brother Feng could decide what his Martial Spirit was. Still, what a jinx.
Tang San gently clenched his left hand. He could feel that a Martial Spirit seemed to have taken shape in that hand, too, but he didn't want to show it.
"Blue Silver Grass again..."
Su Yuntao shook his head.
But the next moment, his eyes widened.
After Tang San placed his hand on the crystal ball, dazzling blue light filled the entire room!
"Innate Full Soul Power!" Su Yuntao cried out.
It took Su Yuntao a long while to recover from his outburst. Looking at Tang San, his eyes held both shock and disappointment.
Wang Feng stared at the crystal ball, thinking, If I unleash all the energy in my body...
Would this crystal ball explode?