I dropped it, isn't this a husky? I finally understand the origin of the title "Blind God King"!

After noon.

Xiao Feng, wearing a black tank top, floral board shorts, and a pair of flip-flops, strolled leisurely along the mountain path. Though his outfit screamed "low-key Guangdong rent collector," it still couldn't hide a handsomeness that would make even Yu Yan and Yan Zu blush with shame. Even the blooming flowers by the roadside couldn't withstand such looks and shyly closed their buds.

"Oh, this damn good looks of mine~"

With a slight curl of his lips, Xiao Feng left this scenery with a silhouette it would never forget.

In the center of Holy Soul Village.

In front of the Spirit Hall Branch, seven or eight children were chattering about something, while off to the side stood a figure dressed plainly, out of place among the others. This person was none other than the original story's bunny-sleeping expert, Tang San!

At this moment, Tang San was a bit excited. In the six years since coming to this world, this was the first time he'd heard of the concept of a soul master profession. The restlessness flowing in his bones made him fidgety, but what he couldn't figure out was why his father forbade him from becoming a soul master. Fortunately, under the mandatory insistence of Village Chief Old Jack, he was able to come here.

A sudden shout snapped Tang San back to reality.

"Little San, what are you thinking about, so lost in thought?"

Tang San turned to look and couldn't help but smile wryly. "Brother Xiao Feng, can you not call me Little San? It always gives me a weird feeling."

Right, the one calling Tang San was none other than Xiao Feng.

To be fair, Xiao Feng and Tang San got along pretty well as friends. Logically, the two shouldn't have crossed paths, but because Tang San would go to the lake to bathe after his daily body-tempering workouts, and under Tang San's initiative, they gradually became familiar—after all, you don't hit a smiling face.

Though Xiao Feng was a dropout from the twelve-year compulsory education system, he still had basic manners. And Tang San found that Xiao Feng's thinking was even more mature than his own adult mindset, so he willingly called him "Brother Xiao Feng." After all, Xiao Feng was the first person in this world, aside from his father and Old Jack, to acknowledge him.

"No can do. Doesn't 'Little San' perfectly suit your vibe?"

Faced with Xiao Feng's teasing, Tang San had no way out. He couldn't exactly pin the guy to the ground and beat him up, shouting, "You gonna change it or not, huh?" Besides, Tang San couldn't beat Xiao Feng anyway. Over the years, with the system's care, Xiao Feng's physical fitness was no joke—one punch, and even a five-hundred-pound pig would be stone cold.

Calling it heaven-sent strength and off-the-charts physique wasn't an exaggeration.

Helpless, Tang San looked at Xiao Feng's outfit and asked curiously, "Brother Xiao Feng, this getup of yours—I feel like it has some indescribable vibe."

"Heh, you've got good eyes, kid. This is what I call low-key without losing class! Not like those brats over there, not a single artistic bone in their bodies."

Another unfamiliar term, but Tang San was used to it by now. And this was exactly what he admired about Xiao Feng—different, mature in character, unique, and on top of that, ridiculously handsome. This kind of intangible charm was hard not to be won over by.

Just as Tang San was about to say something with a smile, a man of average looks, dressed in a silver tight-fitting suit, came before the group under Old Jack's guidance.

"Children, let me introduce you. This is Deacon Su from the Martial Soul Hall in Nuoding City. He will now guide you in awakening your martial souls. You must cooperate well. Grandpa hopes that among you, there will be those who can become soul masters."

Hearing Old Jack's words, aside from Xiao Feng, the other children all lit up with excitement. Even Tang San's eyes showed a hint of anticipation. But the man didn't think much of it. He waved his hand impatiently and said, "Alright, you said the same thing last year. Do you really think becoming a soul master is that easy? I've already been through six villages, and not a single one had the potential to become a soul master."

Right, this man was none other than the famous Blind-Eyed King—Su Yuntao. But this time, he would finally prove himself! (Su Yuntao: I'm not blind, I just have limited insight.)

After speaking, Su Yuntao pushed open the door of the Spirit Hall Branch and walked in.

"Go on in, kids. Grandpa will wait for your good news."

Then, the children filed into the hall. Xiao Feng, walking at the back, patted Old Jack on the shoulder and said, "Old man, don't worry. Soon, Holy Soul Village will be renamed Title Village!"

Under Old Jack's stunned yet gratified gaze, Xiao Feng closed the door of the Spirit Hall Branch.

Inside the hall.

"My name is Su Yuntao, a twenty-sixth-level Soul Grand Master. I am your guide on the path to becoming a soul master—provided you have the potential. Now, I will awaken your martial souls one by one. Remember, no matter what happens, don't be afraid."

As he spoke, Su Yuntao opened his carry-on bundle and took out two items: six pitch-black, glossy Obsidian stones and a blue, translucent crystal ball. He placed the six Obsidian stones on the ground, arranged them in a hexagon, then gestured for the first child on the right to stand in the center.

"Don't be afraid. Close your eyes and feel carefully."

The next second, Su Yuntao's eyes suddenly lit up. Under the horrified gazes of the inexperienced little brats, he let out a low shout: "Lone Wolf, Possess!"

A faint green light appeared at the center of his brow. His black hair instantly turned gray and rapidly lengthened. At the same time, his body seemed to swell compared to before, muscles bulging all over. Even his pupils became much "smarter."

As the child inside the Obsidian Hexagram Array screamed in fear, a laugh rang out in stark contrast.

"Pfft!"

Xiao Feng burst out laughing at the sight of Su Yuntao's Martial Soul Possession. He thought to himself, "Holy crap, isn't that just a Husky? And he calls it a Lone Wolf? Look at that look of pure wisdom in his eyes. Now I finally know how he got the title Blind-Eyed King. Truly—twenty-four-karat titanium alloy dog eyes!"

Xiao Feng's laugh immediately drew everyone's attention. Even Su Yuntao and the frightened child froze.

Kid: "I'm about to be scared to death, and you're laughing?"

Su Yuntao: "???"

But Su Yuntao quickly snapped out of it and said, "This is my martial soul, the Lone Wolf. If you ever get the chance to become a soul master, you'll have abilities like mine too."

Su Yuntao swept his gaze across the group as he spoke, but when his eyes landed on Xiao Feng, he felt something strange—like he was being treated like an idiot and mercilessly mocked.

"How odd. What's this kid's deal?"

While noting Xiao Feng, he also took note of Tang San, who stood nearby with no fear in his eyes, equally calm.

"Could it be that this year, Holy Soul Village really will produce one or two kids with the potential to become soul masters?"

With a hint of anticipation, Su Yuntao continued his work. But as one "waste martial soul, no soul power" after another rang out, he finally set his sights on the last two: Xiao Feng and Tang San.

"I must be crazy, thinking a little village like this could produce a soul master."

Little did he know, what came next would let him brag for a thousand years—"Back in the day, I was the man who awakened gods' martial souls!" Of course, that was assuming he could live past a hundred and avoid getting offed halfway.