The Blind Douluo's Martial Soul Awakening Boost

In front of the Martial Soul Hall in Notting City, Su Yan stood before the bulletin board, staring in a daze.

Martial Soul Hall joyous news: Hall Master Yu Xiaogang, age thirty-five, has broken through level ninety, becoming the youngest titled Douluo in history, titled Holy Dragon!

"Master... Yu Xiaogang." Su Yan murmured, his thoughts drifting back to yesterday morning.

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Holy Soul Village, at the village entrance.

Su Yan stood by the village entrance stone tablet, rubbing his hands excitedly.

Today was a big day—the day of spirit awakening.

Six years ago, a dump truck had sent him crashing into Douluo Continent, starting life over from scratch.

When Su Yan realized at age two that he had transmigrated to Douluo Continent, he was so happy he nearly suffocated himself in bed.

Douluo Continent was truly one of the few safe and comfortable other worlds.

Everyone had their own unique spirit, and there was no killing or robbing over magical treasures.

The relationships between sects were good, with rare sect wars—at worst, thousands of disciples severely injured; at worst, entire clans wiped out.

There wasn't even the 996 work culture of the real world; it was practically a blessing.

Clop clop clop clop, clop clop clop clop.

On the small path outside Holy Soul Village, a shabby carriage that looked like it was fleeing disaster wobbled its way into the village.

As the carriage drew near, Su Yan saw the large character "Soul" written on the cloth hanging from its side.

This was the carriage of a Martial Soul Hall executor.

In six years, Su Yan had confirmed that this was indeed Holy Soul Village, the village whose ancestors had produced a Soul Saint.

The village chief was indeed Grandpa Jack, the Grandpa Jack who muttered about soul masters all day long.

When he asked if there was a blacksmith in the village, Grandpa Jack shook his head: "Holy Soul Village has never had a blacksmith."

When he asked again, "Are there any people with the surname Tang?"

The answer was also negative.

Since the grudges between the Tang family and Martial Soul Hall had yet to entangle, Martial Soul Hall was practically the dream organization—too good to pass up.

Helping commoners awaken their spirits, providing financial support to low-level soul masters—just these two points were tempting enough.

And even soul masters not in Martial Soul Hall could enjoy these benefits.

So what if he joined Martial Soul Hall?

The carriage had already entered the village. Su Yan trotted along behind it until it reached a wooden house.

The wooden plaque on the house was carved with three big characters: "Martial Soul Hall."

A group of children already stood at the door, along with an old man leaning on a cane.

"Xiao Yan, where did you run off to? The War Soul Master has arrived. Come over quickly," the cane-leaning old man called out.

"Okay, Grandpa. I was watching at the village entrance." Su Yan trotted to the end of the line, waiting for the spirit awakening ceremony to begin.

If possible, he wanted Su Yuntao to perform his spirit awakening.

As Blind Douluo, the number of favored sons of heaven he had produced was no less than ten thousand—each one exceptionally gifted.

Five-star General MacArthur had once said: "If Su Yuntao worked for me, I would give everything, including my life."

Such a legendary figure—Su Yan knew he had no connection or luck to hope for.

The young man driving the carriage jumped down, walked to the back, lifted the curtain, and took out a black bundle. Then a dozen children climbed out from inside, all with childish faces, wearing clean coarse-cloth clothes.

"You all move around on your own. Don't run too far," the young man instructed before walking toward the wooden house. "Chief Jack, we can begin."

"Alright, War Soul Master." Grandpa Jack bowed respectfully, then turned to the children. "Children, this is the War Soul Master from Notting City. He will now guide you in awakening your spirits. You must cooperate well with the Master during the awakening. Grandpa hopes that among you, there will be those who can become soul masters."

"There will be. This village has produced a Soul Saint before," the young man said with a smile, pushing open the wooden door and walking inside.

The seven children followed closely behind, entering the Martial Soul Hall.

Inside the hall, the young man took six pitch-black round stones from his bundle and arranged them in a hexagon on the floor. Then he took out a sparkling blue crystal ball and placed it on a wooden stand.

Once everything was ready, he clapped his hands and said softly, "Children, stand in a row."

The seven children, who had been laughing and playing, immediately quieted down and stood in a straight line.

"My name is Su Yuntao, a twenty-sixth-level Soul Grand Master, and I am your guide. Now, I will awaken your spirits one by one." Su Yuntao bent slightly, emphasizing with his index finger, "Remember, no matter what happens, don't be afraid."

"Yes, War Soul Master!" the six children said in unison.

Only Su Yan stared wide-eyed, murmuring, "It really is Blind Douluo Su Yuntao..."

The living Su Yuntao stood right before him.

The mysterious disappearance of Tang Hao and his son made things strange.

The supporting cast had taken their places, but the protagonist was throwing a tantrum and going missing.

How could they still have a good time playing?

Su Yuntao crouched down and waved at Su Yan. "Come here, child. Stand inside."

Su Yan tightened his jaw and stepped into the circle, a flicker of anticipation rising within him—what powerful Martial Soul would Blind Douluo bestow upon him?

"Don't be afraid. Close your eyes and feel carefully." As Su Yuntao spoke, his eyes suddenly flared, and he barked in a low voice, "Lone Wolf, Possession!"

His eyes turned a ghostly green. A pale cyan light rippled outward from his brow, and his black hair instantly dyed gray, growing wildly outward.

The skin on his exposed hands was covered in fur, and sharp claws gleamed from his fingertips. His body swelled to more than double its original size, straining the white training suit taut against him.

Two rings—one white, one yellow—rose from beneath his feet and hovered at his waist.

"Ah—"

Gasps of varying tones rang out from within the Martial Soul Hall.

Su Yan took the brunt of the impact head-on. His breath stopped for an instant, and he nearly collapsed to the floor.

Beast Martial Soul Possession was far larger and wilder than he had imagined. He could even faintly sense the bloody scent radiating from the wolf.

"Don't be afraid. Focus your mind and guide the power." Su Yuntao's eyes glowed with an eerie green light, and even his voice carried a hint of bloodlust. "This is my Martial Soul, the Lone Wolf. If you're fortunate enough to become a Beast Soul Master, you will possess the same strength."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yuntao pressed his palms together. Six faint green streams of light shot into the six black stones.

In an instant, a mist-like golden radiance burst from the six stones, forming a pale golden barrier that enveloped Su Yan.

Su Yan closed his eyes, cast aside stray thoughts, and felt the pale golden light continuously surge into his body. A power gradually welled up from deep within, flowing without end.

Blind Douluo's reputation was well-earned—when he acted, he did not hold back.

A cluster of blazing flames ignited beneath Su Yan's feet, roaring upward, filling the barrier and swallowing him whole.

Within the firelight, a long howl soared to the heavens. Crimson flames coiled around his body. His scorching eyes were dyed blood-red. His frame suddenly expanded, and fiery red fur like living flames covered his entire body. Faint, chilling gleams emerged from his fingertips.

Ah—woo—

In that instant, the rumble of thunder, the howl of wind, the crack of rain, the dull weight of earth, and the joyful cry of this Fire Wolf all merged into one.

In the blink of an eye, the sound ceased. The flames dissipated instantly, leaving only a Fire Wolf standing in the circle. Every tuft of drifting crimson fur spoke of exhilaration.

Su Yuntao looked up, stunned. From this newly awakened Martial Soul, he felt an overwhelming pressure.

It was the innate suppression a wolf king held over an ordinary wolf.

What kind of monster had he awakened this time?

And why... this time?