Tang San, Where's Your Shame?

In the God Realm, within the Destruction Temple.

"Destruction, what do you mean by this?!"

An angry voice rang through the Destruction Temple.

Inside the grand hall, a stunningly handsome man clad in blue-gold light armor, his azure-blue hair cascading down his back like a waterfall, pointed ferociously at the purple-robed man seated upon the high throne.

Beside the purple-robed man stood a beautiful woman in a long green dress, her body radiating a rich aura of life. At this moment, she watched the two men confronting each other with concern on her face.

Faced with Tang San's accusation, Destruction gave a disdainful smile. "I say, Tang San, where's your shame?"

Looking at Tang San's utterly enraged face, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"A few days ago, you said you had found a suitable heir, so you began watching him constantly and even prepared to do things that violated the rules of the God Realm. This old man could turn a blind eye to all that. After all, finding a suitable successor is no easy matter."

"But." He looked at the Goddess of Life beside him. "Xiao Lu finally found a suitable successor, yet she had only just bestowed him with a little blessing, and you were already this anxious. Tang San, you can't be too greedy as a god!"

Faced with Destruction's rebuke, Tang San's face turned livid. After all, he truly was in the wrong in this matter.

Seeing Tang San rendered speechless, Destruction abruptly rose to his feet. Divine power of destruction surged around him, instantly blanketing the entire hall.

"If there's nothing else, Lord Sea God may leave. Or would you like to fight this old man?"

Facing Destruction's forceful stance, Tang San had no answer. He could only snort coldly, flick his sleeve, and leave.

After Tang San departed, the Destruction Temple returned to peace.

Looking in the direction Tang San had left, the Goddess of Life's eyes were full of worry. "Little Purple, was it really all right for us to offend the Sea God like this?"

Destruction had always been incomparably gentle toward the Goddess of Life.

He stroked the Goddess of Life's head and comforted her. "It's all right, Xiao Lu. You did nothing wrong. When you find a suitable successor, you should make your move early."

Destruction looked at the Goddess of Life, the tenderness in his eyes nearly becoming tangible. "That little fellow you chose has two martial souls. Even if his other martial soul is not particularly compatible with my divine position, I'm willing to pass my divine position to him for your sake."

The Goddess of Life looked at Destruction, deeply moved. "Little Purple..."

Destruction extended a finger and pressed it against the Goddess of Life's soft lips. "Xiao Lu, once this little fellow becomes a god, let's travel through that vast universe together, all right?"

The Goddess of Life nodded shyly. "All right. I'll listen to Little Purple..."

The two turned around and looked together at the crystal ball before them. Within it was the image of the "little fellow" they had spoken of.

Sea God Pavilion.

At this moment, five people stood within the pavilion: two elders, two youths, and one middle-aged man.

Lin Ming stood in the center, having just completed the awakening of his martial souls.

In his right hand, he held a long spear.

It was a single-pointed spear, its spearhead exceptionally long and taking up one-third of the entire weapon.

The spear shaft was crystalline, while the spearhead radiated a blazing white glow.

"Holy shit, isn't this the Sky-Propping Spear?"

Lin Ming looked at the familiar-looking spear in his hand in surprise. Why was this here?

Today marked the sixth year since he had transmigrated to Douluo Continent, and it was also the day he awakened his martial souls.

In this life, he was the grandson of Lin Feng, an elder of the Sea God Pavilion—a bona fide Shrek Celestial Dragon.

Lin Feng's martial soul was the Thunder-Roar Spear. He was a rank ninety-four assault-type Title Douluo, with the title Thunder Spear.

Behind Lin Ming was his second martial soul.

An eight-winged Prayer Angel.

Lin Ming had never imagined that these two martial souls would appear on him at the same time.

Yan Shaozhe, who had been responsible for awakening his martial souls, was likewise staring at Lin Ming in astonishment.

As the dean of the Martial Soul Department, it was not as though he had never seen Twin Martial Souls before. What shocked him was the quality of Lin Ming's martial souls.

He could sense that both the Sky-Propping Spear and the Prayer Angel were of a higher quality than his Bright Phoenix.

The other youth among the five, apart from Lin Ming, was Beibei, the great-grandson of the current Pavilion Master, Mu En.

He had originally been immersed in the joy of awakening the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul, but upon seeing his friend's two martial souls, his joy diminished considerably. Feeling how extraordinary they were, Beibei instantly felt that his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was no longer impressive.

"Holy shit, grandson, what kind of martial soul is that? It doesn't look like our Lin family's inherited Thunder-Roar Spear!" Lin Feng stepped up to Lin Ming and scrutinized the Sky-Propping Spear from top to bottom.

Lin Ming looked speechlessly at this bargain-bin grandfather of his.

"Lao Deng, this isn't the Thunder-Roar Spear. This is the Sky-Propping Spear!"

"Sky-Propping Spear? Never heard of it, but it looks stronger than our Thunder-Roar Spear. As expected of my grandson!" Lin Feng scooped Lin Ming up in his arms, his eyes full of pride.

"Enough." Mu En, who had been reclining to one side all along, spoke. The others instantly fell silent.

Mu En opened his clouded eyes, rose from his recliner, and looked at Lin Ming's two martial souls, countless thoughts running through his mind.

His gaze lingered more on the Prayer Angel martial soul, because when it had awakened just now, he had sensed that the old injuries accumulated within his body for many years had actually improved slightly.

One had to understand that even Mu En, a Limit Douluo, had been unable to resolve these old injuries. Yet the martial soul before him had the ability to improve them. How could Mu En not be shocked?

"Shao Zhe, test his Innate Soul Power."

At Mu En's words, Yan Shaozhe hurriedly took out an azure crystal ball and held it before Lin Ming.

Under Lin Feng's expectant gaze, Lin Ming placed his hand on the crystal ball.

In an instant, an overwhelmingly intense light filled every corner of the crystal ball.

Innate Full Soul Power!

Wild ecstasy appeared on Lin Feng's face. Innate Full Soul Power—such talent had never appeared in their family's history.

Mu En, however, felt that it was only natural.

In his perception, either of these two martial souls possessed the aptitude for Innate Full Soul Power, let alone the fact that both had appeared at once.

"Not bad." Mu En nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Lin Feng. "You raised a fine grandson. From now on, the academy's resources will be tilted toward him."

"Thank you, Elder Mu!" The joy on Lin Feng's face was impossible to conceal. As an elder of the Sea God Pavilion, he knew better than anyone what it meant for the academy's resources to be directed toward someone.

Naturally, Mu En had done this for the academy's future. An outside genius could never inspire as much confidence as one of their own.

Of course, there was also a selfish reason behind this allocation of resources.

The portion of his old injuries healed by the Prayer Angel martial soul had allowed his decaying body to live a few more years. This shift in resources was also a form of gratitude.

After returning to their residence, Lin Feng happily picked Lin Ming up. "Grandson, do you know what Elder Mu's words mean?"

Lin Ming became a little dizzy from being swung around by Lin Feng and hurriedly kicked him with his feet. "Lao Deng, put me down already! I'm going to throw up!"

Only then did Lin Feng put him down, though the excitement on his face had not faded in the slightest.

"Quit grinning like an idiot, Lao Deng. What does it mean? Just tell me already!"