Prism Ball Martial Soul? Innate Soul Power Level Seven

At dawn, six-year-old Xiao Qing picked up a bowl of thin porridge where he could count the grains of rice, ate it with a few pieces of radish, and left the house after a hasty breakfast.

Today was the day of Martial Soul awakening, and Xiao Qing could not afford to be late; otherwise, no one would bother taking an orphan like him elsewhere to undergo the process.

Heaven preserve me, I don't ask for a god-tier Martial Soul, just a decent one will do!

On the way to the awakening site, Xiao Qing, who usually didn't believe in gods, prayed incessantly for divine protection.

The reason Xiao Qing did this was entirely because the village sat right next to the Star Dou Forest.

Ever since Xiao Qing had gained consciousness, stray soul beasts would wander out of the forest from time to time, and the frequency of these intrusions was even higher during the winter!

If he didn't awaken a powerful Martial Soul to get far away from this godforsaken place, he might be killed by an intruding soul beast one of these days.

"Xiao Qing, you're here early!"

"Mm."

Just as he arrived at the awakening site, Xiao Qing ran into the Clear Spring Village chief, Chang Feng, a level thirty-four Battle Soul Master.

"You're here. Just wait over there for a while! Once everyone has arrived, we'll begin the Martial Soul awakening."

After these polite pleasantries, Chang Feng paid no more attention to Xiao Qing, the orphan.

If Xiao Qing's Soul Master parents were still alive, Chang Feng naturally wouldn't be so cold, but who told that couple to have such bad luck?

One died from recurring internal injuries shortly after childbirth, and the other went into the Star Dou Forest to earn money for medical bills and never returned, leaving behind a burden.

If it weren't for the fact that his parents had been well-liked while they were alive, the villagers would never have been willing to scrape together enough to keep this burden fed.

Chang Feng seemed to suddenly remember something; he turned around, flashed a fake smile, and spoke to Xiao Qing in an unquestionable tone.

"Xiao Qing, our village is a bit short on food lately, so it might be a few days late before we can give you your share."

"Understood, Village Chief."

Having lived in Clear Spring Village for several years, Xiao Qing naturally knew what kind of smiling tiger stood before him.

The only reason they were willing to raise him was because his biological parents were Soul Masters, and he had the potential to become one himself.

Xiao Qing dared to guarantee that the moment he displayed talent as a Soul Master today, they would turn around and sell him off to recoup the food they had "voluntarily" given him over the years.

The population of Clear Spring Village was no more than seventy or eighty people, so there were only four children eligible for Martial Soul awakening this year.

Seeing that everyone was present, Chang Feng pushed open the doors to the awakening room, where the tools for the ceremony were kept.

Every year at this time, if there were age-appropriate children in the surrounding villages, the village chiefs would rent these items from the Martial Soul Hall.

This way, the staff at the branch hall didn't have to suffer the trouble of running between every village, and they could also skim some profit off these villages.

Of course, to ensure these village chiefs were willing, the Martial Soul Hall promised that as long as a child in the village awakened with soul power, they would be rewarded with Gold Soul Coins.

Chang Feng had been performing awakenings for the village for over a decade, so he was already intimately familiar with the process.

In four or five minutes, he had set up the awakening array and began calling people forward.

"Er Gou, come up!"

Called by name, Er Gou hurried into the awakening array, looking at Chang Feng with great nervousness.

"Relax, your parents are both one-ring Soul Masters; as their son, you are surely a Soul Master too."

While offering verbal comfort to Er Gou, Chang Feng immediately initiated Martial Soul Possession.

"Gale Wolf, possess!"

One white and two yellow soul rings emerged beneath Chang Feng's feet.

Under Chang Feng's guidance, Er Gou completed his Martial Soul awakening shortly after; all that remained was to test his Innate Soul Power.

"Er Gou, place your hand on this stone; it can detect whether you possess soul power."

Chang Feng picked up the blue crystal ball and held it out in front of Er Gou.

Er Gou nervously closed his eyes, trembling as he reached out his right hand to touch the crystal ball.

Xiao Qing stood at the very back of the line, tilting his head to look at the crystal ball in Chang Feng's hand.

The previously dim crystal ball released a faint glow, illuminating Chang Feng's face.

"Er Gou, Martial Soul Dog Beating Stick, Innate Soul Power level three!"

As Chang Feng announced Er Gou's Innate Soul Power, Er Gou froze for a moment before running off in excitement to share the good news with his parents.

Watching Er Gou's retreating back, Chang Feng felt a secret thrill: ten Gold Soul Coins secured!

However, where there is joy, there is sorrow; the next two people had zero Innate Soul Power and lacked the qualifications to become Soul Masters.

After sending the others away, only Chang Feng and Xiao Qing remained inside the awakening room.

"Xiao Qing, step forward."

Once Xiao Qing stepped up, Chang Feng activated the awakening array, injecting his soul power into the hexagram.

As Chang Feng injected his power, a shroud of light enveloped Xiao Qing.

Inside the shroud, more and more light particles appeared around Xiao Qing's body until a sudden warm current emerged within him, at which point the particles stopped increasing.

This warm current circulated through Xiao Qing's meridians for one cycle, finally flowing slowly into his right hand.

Xiao Qing suddenly felt something about to emerge from his right hand.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Qing's right hand erupted with a dazzling, seven-colored radiance.

Blinded by the seven-colored light, Xiao Qing instinctively squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away, not wanting to see what kind of thing he had awakened.

"Uh, Xiao Qing, you can open your eyes now. It's fine!"

The moment he opened his eyes, Xiao Qing saw Chang Feng looking at him with a complex expression.

Could it be that my Martial Soul is trash?

Still finding it hard to believe, Xiao Qing turned his head to look at his right hand.

When Xiao Qing saw the glowing sphere on his right hand, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

No way, isn't this the Prism Ball from the Kingdom of Locke?! How did it become my Martial Soul!!!

After confirming that his eyes were not playing tricks on him, Xiao Qing suddenly felt his career as a Spirit Master bidding him farewell.

Xiao Qing truly could not think of any use for a Prism Ball; was he supposed to use it to catch pets?

"A gemstone-type Martial Soul. If you have Spirit Power, you will be an auxiliary-type Spirit Master in the future."

Chang Feng couldn't wait to thrust the crystal ball in front of Xiao Qing; he wanted to know if Xiao Qing possessed any Spirit Power.

He had heard that those great clans were particularly fond of such auxiliary-type Spirit Masters; they could be sold for an exceptionally high price!

A few years ago, the neighboring village had sold a child who could become an auxiliary-type Spirit Master and earned a full ten thousand Gold Soul Coins.

In an instant, the crystal ball in Chang Feng's hand erupted with a blinding light.

"In, Innate Soul Power level seven!"

Chang Feng swallowed hard, staring at the crystal ball in his hand in disbelief.

As a three-ring Spirit Master, this was the first time in his decades of life that he had seen someone with Innate Soul Power above level five with his own eyes.

"Xiao Qing, your Innate Soul Power is level seven! It's level seven!"

Chang Feng set down the crystal ball, gripped Xiao Qing's shoulders with both hands, and spoke with an excited face; he could already see mountains of Gold Soul Coins beckoning to him!

"What? My Innate Soul Power is level seven! It's actually level seven!"

Upon learning that his Innate Soul Power was level seven, Xiao Qing was also shocked; he had never expected his Innate Soul Power to be so high.

After seeing that his Martial Soul was a Prism Ball, Xiao Qing had already prepared himself for an Innate Soul Power lower than level five.

"Uh, Xiao Qing, stay at home for these next few days. If you run out of food, don't hesitate to go to my place and find your aunt; don't be shy at all. You are the hope of our entire village now!"

At this moment, Chang Feng's face was practically splitting from his grin. Whether he sold Xiao Qing to a great clan for money or handed him over to the Martial Soul Hall in exchange for an official position, Chang Feng would be making a killing.

What he needed to do now was keep Xiao Qing steady so he would have enough time to contact buyers or secure sufficient benefits from the Martial Soul Hall.