The Golden Legend!

After losing his voice, Su Yuntao took a long while to come around. He looked at Tang San, his eyes filled with both shock and disappointment. This little brat. Su Yuntao quickly turned toward the hexagonal stones and rapidly slapped out several streaks of green light. He'd definitely spent the last two days collecting the story of Soul Breaking the Firmament I'd made up, then stayed up all night reading it... Hearing footsteps, the young man turned around and looked at everyone. Grandpa Jack glanced at the silent Tang San beside him, recalling his visit to Tang Hao's home two days earlier, and couldn't help shaking his head.

A little boy looked at Wang Feng with a cheeky grin. "Grandpa, he hasn't even awakened yet."

"Brother Feng, are you cursed or something?" A few people walked inside.

Grandpa Jack led the children to a spot outside the village. A white and a yellow Spirit Ring rose from Su Yuntao, and at the same time, his body rapidly swelled, brimming with strength. Then he said no more.

It continued until Tang San's turn. He touched the crystal ball, but it didn't react at all. So you really have that little faith in me? "..." Wang Feng.

Su Yuntao shook his head, clearly thinking that Wang Feng wouldn't fare any better. Even Tang San smiled knowingly. Su Yuntao had said he wanted to check in advance whether the village had any children with the potential to become Spirit Masters.

Su Yuntao said impatiently, "Hehehe, Brother Feng's so lazy every day, and neither of his parents has a Martial Spirit. You definitely won't have one either. Don't worry."

Grandpa Jack spoke respectfully to the young man, but as soon as he finished, he froze. He hurried forward a few steps and asked in a low voice, "Master Su, have we been poor hosts these past two days? Why do you have dark circles under your eyes?" But why did he look so worn out now?

He took out six round, jet-black stones and tossed them into place, arranging them in a hexagon on the ground. Tang San clenched his left hand, but opened his right to reveal a sprig of Blue Silver Grass. His biological parents in Douluo Continent really had been ordinary farmers with unremarkable Martial Spirits. The golden light was brighter than before! Even Tang San looked curious.

Su Yuntao shook his head.

Grandpa Jack smiled at Wang Feng. "You can awaken some ordinary Martial Spirit, like Blue Silver Grass, a hoe, or a sickle. Grandpa would be satisfied with that. At least those things are useful."

Wang Feng stared at the crystal ball, thinking, What if I mobilize all the energy in my body? He wanted to use it to awe the little brat. The children behind him went in one by one.

Pfft... After all, many of the changes in the village over the past few years had come from his suggestions. Quite a few of the children were stunned and took a step back, their eyes full of fear and awe, but also curiosity. Yet his presence had changed a lot, too. A faint glow appeared within the hexagon.

"Nothing! I'm just a little tired. Let's get started..." "Blue Silver Grass again..."

It was strange. The story was so vulgar, yet somehow he'd gotten hooked on it over the past two days. Tang San thought, at a loss for words.

Wang Feng's face darkened. "You little brat, are you asking for a beating?" Wang Feng glared at the boy.

"Innate Full Soul Power!" Su Yuntao cried out.

A flicker of golden light enveloped the child.

"Xiao Feng, even if your Martial Spirit isn't any good, that's all right."

Who knew that the little brat alone would look at him unconcernedly and say, "A Battle Spirit Master? So impressive! Could you get started, sir? Our Martial Spirits are all raring to come out."

Wasn't that the little brat? He looked nothing like he did now, with his hair greasy and disheveled and dark circles under his eyes.

The boy hurriedly held out his hand, and a small sickle appeared!

Brother Tao looked just like I had when I'd stayed up all night reading novels in my previous life.

The first child stepped inside.

Grandpa Jack gave the children a few words of advice, then led them into the Spirit Hall.

Wang Feng muttered, looking at Tang San's left hand. The Clear Sky Hammer should be in Tang San's left hand, right? It wasn't that Blue Silver Grass was a problem, but Brother Feng had already said his Martial Spirit would be Blue Silver Grass, which left Tang San feeling rather helpless.

"Hmph!"

"All right, come with me. When you meet the Battle Spirit Master, don't be afraid, but don't say anything foolish either, or you'll annoy him."

Seeing the sprig of Blue Silver Grass, Tang San's expression darkened.

"Hmph, I've already been to six villages, and not one person had Soul Power, let alone a decent Martial Spirit."

"The Golden Legend!"

"This is Battle Spirit Master Su Yuntao, from Notting City."

Su Yuntao was fed up, too. He just wanted to finish the test quickly and get back to reading the story of Soul Breaking the Firmament.

The child walked out, looking disappointed.

Unlike Xiao San, whose parents were both absurdly powerful.

First, Grandpa Jack patted Wang Feng, whom he'd raised for several years, and said kindly, "If you don't have a Martial Spirit, you can't become a Spirit Master. You can stay in Holy Soul Village, though. We need you here."

He certainly looked like he hadn't slept well.

"Go in one by one, from left to right."

Before long,

Su Yuntao pointed at the hexagon on the ground.

"Hold out your right hand," Su Yuntao ordered.

"I'm Su Yuntao, a twenty-sixth-level Soul Grandmaster!"

Su Yuntao looked at Wang Feng without expression.

"..." Of course, Tang San didn't believe Brother Feng could decide what someone's Martial Spirit would be. Still, that was an astonishingly accurate prediction.

The crystal ball should explode, right?

Because it had been renovated, the Spirit Hall wasn't the shabby little wooden hut from the original story. It had been built from pale jade-white stone, giving it a proper hall-like appearance.

Hearing this, the children burst into laughter.

Most Martial Spirits were inherited.

Wang Feng nearly burst out laughing at the sight.

Good grief!

Over the past month, Wang Feng had trained himself half to death, and the Meteor Tear had transformed him. Though he hadn't undergone any earth-shattering changes...

"I think Xiao San has the best chance of becoming a Spirit Master and awakening a powerful Martial Spirit."

Su Yuntao, his mind full of worries, studied the children. When his gaze fell on Wang Feng, he paused.

Su Yuntao barked, "Lone Wolf!"

That stubborn old fool, Tang Hao!

The boy shrank his neck and didn't dare say another word.

But then he thought about it, and Wang Feng supposed Grandpa Jack was right. Martial Spirits were usually determined by one's biological parents.

The old man just wanted to keep him in Holy Soul Village. The villagers' lives were getting better by the day, so naturally they wanted him to stay. They'd even provide him with good food and drink every day.

Forget it. Since you have the complete story of Soul Breaking the Firmament, I'll let it go.

Wang Feng had gone from looking lazy and listless to seeming more sharp and imposing. Brother Feng really was Brother Feng: carefree, fearless, and unbothered by anything.

Holy Soul Village, Spirit Hall.

"..." Su Yuntao was at a loss for words.

At the center of the Spirit Hall stood a young man.