This Douluo Doesn't Seem Like That Douluo

"Fire Wolf, beast soul Fire Wolf!" Su Yuntao steadied his mind, his face brimming with undisguised delight.

Su Yan looked down at himself. Crimson fur was entwined with intricate golden runic patterns, his towering frame even a size larger than Su Yuntao's own Lone Wolf possession.

Only when he truly underwent Martial Soul Possession did he realize how wondrous this power was.

Su Yan focused his energy, and the flames on his body slowly receded, revealing large patches of pale skin.

"Fire Wolf." Su Yuntao took out a roll of cowhide and a brush from his bag, jotting down the name. The slender brush looked somewhat dainty in his wolf claws, but it moved with ease nonetheless.

"Next, test your Soul Power Level." Su Yuntao picked up a crystal ball. "Place your hand on it."

His wolf claws trembled slightly—whether from lingering fear of that oppressive force or from an unspoken anticipation of the test results.

Though there was no clear positive correlation between Martial Soul quality and Innate Soul Power, it was an unspoken rule among soul masters that the stronger the Martial Soul, the higher the Innate Soul Power.

Su Yan placed his hand on the crystal ball. It flared to life instantly, a dazzling blue light spreading out like a maiden's flowing skirt, tantalizing and elusive.

"So beautiful!" The row of children behind him had unknowingly crowded closer, but they held back, none daring to reach out.

Su Yuntao's pupils contracted. He gasped, "Innate Full Soul Power!"

He had never seen such radiant blue light. This was the glow of Innate Full Soul Power!

Throughout recorded history, only twenty-two individuals had achieved Innate Full Soul Power. Aside from three newly registered soul masters in recent years, the other nineteen were all figures etched into the annals of legend.

The child before him was about to become the twenty-third soul master with Innate Full Soul Power!

That would rewrite history—his potential boundless!

But in an instant, the blue light dimmed, leaving only eighty percent of its former brilliance gently rippling around the crystal ball.

"Innate Soul Power, Level 8." Su Yuntao frowned.

Level 8 was already one in ten thousand, yet an inexplicable disappointment welled up in his heart.

He held up the crystal ball, examining it from all angles, tapping and shaking it, muttering to himself, "Is this thing broken?"

After a moment, he said to Su Yan, "Come on, test it again."

The blue light flared up, but it still wasn't as dazzling as the first time.

"Innate Soul Power, Level 8." Su Yuntao wrote down the Soul Power Level, noticing that most of Su Yan's burned clothes had fallen off again. He added, "Kid, go change into some clothes first, then come back."

Su Yan nodded, pressing his hands against the remaining coarse fabric, and left the Martial Soul Hall.

He was already quite satisfied with this result. Too many transmigrators with Innate Full Soul Power would only disrupt the soul master ecosystem.

Still, the name "Fire Wolf" would barely do.

Outside the hall, Grandpa Jack leaned on his cane, pacing back and forth, occasionally glancing at the closed wooden door, sighing one moment and taking deep breaths the next.

Creak.

The wooden door opened. Grandpa Jack hurried over and, seeing Su Yan nearly naked, asked anxiously, "Xiao Yan, what happened to you?"

"Grandpa, I burned my clothes when I awakened my Martial Soul." Su Yan shivered as he spoke. "Grandpa, I'll go home and change first."

"Alright, take it slow. Watch out for the rocks on the road."

"Got it!"

Meanwhile, Su Yuntao continued awakening the Martial Souls of the other children.

"Scythe, no soul power. Next."

"Hoe, no soul power. Next."

"Blue Silver Grass, no soul power."

All six children, without exception, had no soul power.

"I'm sorry, kids." Su Yuntao put away his Martial Soul and said, "You have no soul power, so you can't become soul masters."

Su Yuntao was used to it. Holy Soul Village might have produced a Soul Saint in its ancestry, but it was still a village of commoners. A soul master might not appear even once in centuries. Having Su Yan this time was already the village's entire stroke of luck.

"Battle Soul Master, so Big Bro Su can become a soul master?" asked the little girl whose Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass.

Su Yuntao packed his things as he replied, "Big Bro Su? Him? Of course he can."

"Then will he go train at the Martial Soul Hall from now on?"

"If he's willing, the Martial Soul Hall welcomes his joining." Su Yuntao smiled.

Soon, the children started playing around.

Not being able to become a soul master mattered less to them than missing out on a piece of candy. They quickly cast aside this "regret" of the adults.

Su Yuntao finished packing and led the children out of the wooden door of the Martial Soul Hall.

Grandpa Jack hurried over, bowing slightly. "Battle Soul Master, thank you for your trouble. Were there any seedlings this time who can become soul masters?"

"Yes."

At that, the old light in Grandpa Jack's eyes lit up, making him seem ten years younger.

He had waited decades, and the village had waited centuries. Finally, another soul master had emerged.

Grandpa Jack's voice trembled. "Who is it?"

"There, he's coming." Su Yuntao pointed into the distance.

Su Yan had changed into a clean white coarse-cloth shirt and jogged up to the two of them.

Su Yuntao asked, "Little friend, what's your name?"

"My name is Su Yan."

"Little friend Su Yan, would you be willing to come back with me to Martial Soul Hall?" Su Yuntao asked.

"I..." Su Yan put on a thoughtful expression, hesitating as his eyes drifted toward Grandpa Jack, who was beaming with smiles.

Su Yuntao understood and laid out all of Martial Soul Hall's benefits: "Martial Soul Hall provides room, board, and soul rings, with professionals offering soul ring planning and customized soul ring selection based on personal preference."

"Training every day sounds so exhausting."

"Martial Soul Hall has no performance targets or training requirements. Every month, based on your Soul Power Level, you also receive additional financial subsidies."

"Training alone all the time is so boring."

"Martial Soul Hall will arrange a Soul Master Academy based on age and Soul Power Level. The academy has various interest classes—music, art, forging, and more—so while you train, they also focus on developing other aspects."

"But we don't have money for tuition."

"Entering a Soul Master Academy run by Martial Soul Hall means twelve years of compulsory education, with all expenses covered by Martial Soul Hall."

Su Yan was stunned. So Martial Soul Hall really had this many benefits.

No wonder the two great empires always wanted to eliminate this behemoth.

Watching the change in Su Yan's expression, Su Yuntao was already about seventy or eighty percent sure: "Recently, we've also launched master courses. At the entry level, there's art class with Deacon Soul Saint Ah Yin, physical education with Deacon Soul Douluo Tang Xiao, and vocal music with Elder Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan."

"Wait, you, who did you just say?" Su Yan frowned. He wasn't sure if his ears were playing tricks on him.

Yue Guan was originally a member of Martial Soul Hall's Elder Hall. Tang Xiao was one of the future two Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect, so it was acceptable for him to temporarily hold a position in Martial Soul Hall.

But Ah Yin? A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, daring to go to a place like Martial Soul Hall, where soul masters gathered and danger lurked at every step?

"Martial Soul Hall's new master courses include Deacon Ah Yin's art class..."

"Master Yuntao, Deacon Ah Yin's martial soul... is it the Blue Silver... Emperor?"

"How do you know!" Su Yuntao raised an eyebrow. "Her painting skills were passed down from a deity. Her masterpiece, the Blue Silver Grass series, is still the hall's treasured centerpiece."

Su Yan listened, even more confused, and quickly asked, "Isn't she..."

For a moment, he didn't know how to phrase it.

What if Ah Yin was hiding it deeply? Asking this might draw attention from those with ill intent and end up harming her instead.

But to his surprise, Su Yuntao laughed heartily. "You've heard about it too, right? Deacon Ah Yin is the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Blue Silver Emperor in human form."

"You all know?" Su Yan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Of course we know. A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that takes human form also enjoys human rights and is protected by Martial Soul Hall," Su Yuntao said, his face full of pride.

Su Yan's eyes went wide, and he looked as if a lightbulb had gone off.

He had transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, but it wasn't that Douluo Continent.

"Master Yuntao, I have one last question." Su Yan stared intently at Su Yuntao. "Does it include marriage matching?"