Su Yuntao

Now, Holy Soul Village was doing so well for reasons beyond the increased yields of its crops. Wang Feng watched with a grin as tourists and passersby came in from outside the village, stopped in front of the stone pillar, and ended up staying. Just then, Wang Feng heard a voice tinged with displeasure. Colorful flowers had been planted along both sides of the road. Su Yuntao froze as he watched the child's back. He took a few steps forward and reached out, hesitating as if he wanted to call the child back... "Wow, how awful! How can they stop before the story's finished?" Otherwise, how could a modern homebody from the twenty-first century like Wang Feng ever get used to the hard life of a village like this, straight out of the seventies or eighties? As he walked along the road, Wang Feng looked around Holy Soul Village, taking in how it had changed over the past few years... "Xiao Yan was the village's hope. He was exceptionally talented, and everyone in the village had high hopes for him. They all thought he would awaken a powerful Martial Spirit and become a great Spirit Master. But when Martial Spirit Awakening day came, Xiao Yan failed to awaken a Martial Spirit. He... didn't have what it took to become a Spirit Master. Even many of the other children had awakened Martial Spirits." After helping Tang San back to the village, Wang Feng didn't go to Tang San's home. He went to his own instead. Wang Feng figured it was fine to make things up as he went, right? Although it barely showed up later, surely it had gotten its comeuppance... With tourists coming in, Wang Feng had Grandpa Jack put together a resort of wooden cabins amid picturesque scenery. Then he added the next installment of the story, keeping the tourists hooked while encouraging them to spend a little money in Holy Soul Village. "Hmph, who came up with this ridiculous story?" A trace of pride showed between his brows. Just then, Wang Feng suddenly turned around. A few days later. Su Yuntao smiled faintly. "Someone without a Martial Spirit couldn't become a Spirit Saint, let alone a Spirit Master! Isn't this story just made up?" "Hm? You have the whole story?" "If you want to know what happens next... and all the reasons behind it, please tour Holy Soul Village..." Though he had never seen the man before, his clothes and bearing—and the distinctive air about him—made him easy to recognize. "Sir, what's wrong with the story?" And this Spirit Saint Handprint had been Wang Feng's idea back when he was putting the place together... "Holy Soul Village is so remote. It only has agriculture, and even if its yields increase, it still won't make much money." With that thought, Wang Feng walked over and said lazily, "It's not just that..." It was because tourists had come from elsewhere. On the sign were row after row of tiny characters: After all, the young man's appearance and bearing were so unusual that he clearly wasn't an ordinary person. "In this story, Xiao Yan doesn't have a Martial Spirit, but later it hints that he becomes a Spirit Saint. That's obviously impossible!" With that, Wang Feng turned and headed back into the village. "You think I came all the way to Holy Soul Village early because I was curious about this made-up Spirit Saint story?" Su Yuntao watched the child walk away, then pondered for a few seconds before saying, "As it happens, I'll stay here a few days too. I might as well take an early look around and see if this village has any promising children who could become Spirit Masters..." Streams of water spurted from the dragon's mouth, circling the center of the stone pillar. A visiting tourist complained indignantly. The sign explained the stone pillar's origins. "Heh... This kid..." Wang Feng shrugged and sighed. "So you're not curious after all. What a shame—I have the whole story here, including how Xiao Yan became a Spirit Saint. Since you're not interested, I won't show it to you." Wang Feng gave him a strange look, shook his head, and continued talking to himself: Around noon, plenty of visitors looked around Holy Soul Village in wonder, then headed to the center to admire the stone pillar before turning to read the sign. Wang Feng chuckled to himself. "A few days from now, I'll awaken my Martial Spirit. I wonder what kind I'll get..." Then he could write a Douluo Continent version of Soul Breaking the Firmament... Perfect. In the middle of the village stood a stone pillar bearing a handprint. In his previous life, that was called developing the tourism industry. Su Yuntao quickly withdrew his hand and clasped it behind his back, wearing an air of calm. "What is it? What do you want, child?" Gradually, life in Holy Soul Village grew much easier. Passersby were immediately stunned. Wang Feng spoke at an unhurried pace. "If you think it's made up, sir, then feel free to leave Holy Soul Village." Like a miniature garden. "Disappointed? Why would I be disappointed?" Wang Feng asked. Just as Tang San had awakened the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit in the original Douluo Continent story, and Brother Tao had confidently declared that it was a useless Trash Martial Spirit. "So why is Brother Tao here? Grandpa Jack said Martial Spirit Awakening wasn't for a few more days." Holy Soul Village. Around the stone pillar was a ring of distinctive dragon-head sculptures, shaped a little like Dragon-type Soul Beasts. "...But you may not have expected this: the Spirit Saint Handprint on the pillar... wasn't left by Miss Xiao Xun... It was left by Xiao Yan!" ...How could that be... Brother Tao was still Brother Tao, with that familiar take. "You're an interesting child..." Su Yuntao chuckled. "I have important business here. If you try to send me away, you'd better watch out—your village chief might give you a spanking!" The young man wore a white uniform with a black cape. At the center of his chest was a fist-sized character: "Spirit." The pillar also had a sign standing in front of it. The stones had been brought from Notting City to pave the ground, which had cost quite a bit. "Not long ago, there was a girl named Xiao Xun in Holy Soul Village. She was innocent, lively, and adorable... There was also a boy named Xiao Yan. They grew up together, childhood sweethearts... until one day, they both reached the age for Martial Spirit Awakening." Wang Feng was certain this young man was none other than the famous tool of the Douluo Continent story: Su Yuntao! The ordinary old Holy Soul Village had begun building all sorts of unusual structures over the past two years. Su Yuntao glanced at Wang Feng and shook his head at the stone pillar. "But then Miss Xiao Xun awakened a powerful Martial Spirit—and even had the rare Innate Full Soul Power." The road had been paved with stone. It was no longer just a muddy track like it had been a few years ago; now it was smooth and level. This time, Wang Feng turned and left without looking back. Grandpa Jack led Wang Feng, Tang San, and the village's other seven children to the Martial Spirit Hall in Holy Soul Village...