So calculating!?

"Child, your name is Feng Xinglie, right? You... what kind of Martial Soul is this?"

In Fengmen Village, Su Yuntao, who was helping the village's six-year-old children awaken their Martial Souls, looked at a phantom image with surprise. The child he called "Feng Xinglie" also looked at the Martial Soul, which was wearing a leather jacket and jeans and looked exactly like him, with the same expression.

"Isn't this me before I transmigrated? This can also become a Martial Soul?"

Seeing the Martial Soul slowly merge into his body, Feng Xinglie immediately felt much stronger. But without carefully sensing it, he quickly turned around and bowed to Su Yuntao:

"Thank you, Lord Soul Master, you awakened my Body Martial Soul, which is my own body."

"Body Martial Soul? Never heard of it, is it a mutated Martial Soul?"

Looking at Su Yuntao who was deep in thought, Feng Xinglie shrugged. Of course, he couldn't know. After all, the Body Martial Soul was a concept that wouldn't emerge until tens of thousands of years later. However, from some netizens' analyses before his transmigration, the quality of the Douluo Continent seemed very low. A few hundred jin could shake the earth. With the physical fitness of a Blue Star person, going there would basically be a dimensional reduction strike.

Just as he was thinking, Su Yuntao beside him suddenly interrupted:

"Forget it, let's test your Innate Soul Power first. Child, put your hand on it."

Feng Xinglie nodded and obediently placed his hand on the crystal ball that was handed over. In an instant, a suction force came, and the crystal ball emitted a strong light.

"In... Innate full..."

Looking at the brilliant light, Su Yuntao stammered, not yet finished, when the crystal ball suddenly made a "crack" sound, and then, to everyone's surprise, it shattered into several pieces.

There was a moment of silence. Just as Feng Xinglie was wondering if he would have to pay for it, Su Yuntao solemnly took out another testing crystal and handed it over:

"Child, try again."

Without hesitation, Feng Xinglie immediately placed his hand on it. This time, the light that lit up only filled more than half of the crystal ball. Seeing this, Su Yuntao breathed a sigh of relief:

"It seems I made a mistake just now. Your Innate Soul Power is level seven. Very good, you should be able to become a Soul Sage in the future. Child, do you want to join the Martial Soul Hall?"

Meeting Su Yuntao's eager gaze, Feng Xinglie gently shook his head:

"Thank you, Lord Soul Master, but I still want to stay in the village and be filial to Grandpa Village Chief, so I won't go to the Martial Soul Hall."

Hearing this, although Su Yuntao clearly wanted to say more, he finally shook his head:

"Alright, if you ever want to join the Martial Soul Hall in the future, you can come to me at the Nuoding City Martial Soul Branch Hall anytime."

After speaking, he pushed the door and walked out of the wooden house. Old Tom, the village chief, who had been waiting outside for a long time, quickly stepped forward:

"Lord Soul Master, you've worked hard. Are there any children in our village who can become Soul Masters this year?"

"Hmm, lucky, there's a child with Innate Soul Power level seven..."

Ignoring the two who were chatting, Feng Xinglie waved goodbye from afar and ran towards the old village chief's house. Six years ago, when he transmigrated, he was an abandoned infant. Thanks to Village Chief Tom's adoption, he grew up safely and was given his current name. In fact, although he had transmigrated, he didn't have great ambitions. He only yearned for a peaceful life. Of course, if he could awaken a good Martial Soul and improve his quality of life, he would be happy. He just didn't expect to awaken a Golden Legend, with a full seven levels of Innate Soul Power. Even in some major forces, he would be considered a good genius.

"But I always feel that Su Yuntao's reaction back then was strange..."

Recalling Su Yuntao's reaction when the crystal ball exploded, Feng Xinglie couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. However, he had made thorough preparations for his future peaceful life. Whether he became a Soul Master or a commoner, he had dozens of backup plans. Even if there were real problems, he had more than a dozen planned escape routes. A single Su Yuntao couldn't handle him.

After arriving home, Feng Xinglie closed the door, pulled out a large bundle from under the bed, and opened it to reveal various ferocious poisonous insects and herbs. After carefully weighing them, Feng Xinglie mixed the poison in strict proportions, mixed it with hot water, and poured it into a pottery jar filled with sand. Then he took a deep breath and plunged his hand into the poisonous sand. The intense pain immediately spread throughout his body. Although his veins bulged from the pain, he gritted his teeth and pulled his hand out, then plunged it in again.

Poison Hand, a type of hidden poison technique. After infusing poison into his hands, as long as he hit someone, their skin would either fester or grow poisonous sores. Without an antidote, they would surely die. The drawback was that practicing it involved intense pain, and some people, unable to bear the pain, chose to amputate their arms.

Feng Xinglie himself naturally didn't know this technique. He was able to master it entirely thanks to his former system.

Yes, his "former" system.

When he first transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, three sentences echoed in his mind:

Ding, system connection successful.

Baki World martial arts knowledge loaded.

System uninstallation complete, wish you a happy life.

"..."

In less than five seconds, Feng Xinglie hadn't even recovered before the system trial card expired. After that, he could only train his body according to the martial arts knowledge loaded by the system. He eliminated martial arts that couldn't be trained due to his age and finally chose the more lethal Poison Hand.

Finally finishing his training, Feng Xinglie was drenched in sweat from the pain. He then used a special medicinal solution to wash his hands to neutralize the poison. After tidying up the room, Feng Xinglie went outside and casually brushed past a Blue Silver Grass by the roadside. When his hand was removed, the Blue Silver Grass had completely withered and turned purplish-brown.

Seeing this, Feng Xinglie's mind stirred. He gently moved his palm and then grasped another Blue Silver Grass. However, when he released his hand this time, the Blue Silver Grass showed no change.

"This Martial Soul awakening has quite an effect. Not only has my physical strength increased, but I can even control the poison in my body freely. I can even control muscle movement and heart rate."

Just as Feng Xinglie was happily testing his Martial Soul, a roar suddenly came from behind him:

"You little brat, why did you refuse to go to Martial Soul City with the Lord Soul Master!?"

Turning around, he saw Old Tom, who was so angry he was heartbroken:

"Little Lie, do you know that Soul Masters are the most noble profession on the Douluo Continent, and Martial Soul City is the holy land for all Soul Masters! How could you refuse such a good opportunity!?"

"Grandpa, it's not that I can't bear to leave you, I just want to spend more time with you~"

Acting like a child, Feng Xinglie hugged Old Tom and said coquettishly.

Just kidding, join the Martial Soul Hall? Waiting to be wiped out by Tang Buddha in the future? Since he had Soul Power, he would find a safe place and live his good life happily. Conquering the continent was something for those destined protagonists to fuss about.

"Alas, you child... Grandpa knows you are filial, but you must go to the Martial Soul Hall! When you become powerful in the future, you can come back and take Grandpa to live a good life, can't you?"

Feng Xinglie knew without asking that Su Yuntao must have asked Old Tom to try to persuade him. After all, Innate Soul Power level seven was already considered a small genius, and bringing him into the Martial Soul Hall would surely earn him a considerable reward. However, today's awakening ceremony was really strange. The crystal ball actually exploded during the first test of Soul Power.

"Could it be... my Innate Soul Power exceeded level ten?"

That thought was immediately extinguished.

"How is that possible? The only one with Innate Soul Power exceeding level ten, Qian Renxue, received divine soul power from the Angel God's inheritance. Setting aside whether this is a god-level martial soul, even if it were, Douluo Continent doesn't have a Blue Star God to grant me divine power. Besides, if this were true, would Su Yuntao have let me go? He would have tied me up and taken me back to Martial Soul Hall."

While comforting Old Tom, Feng Xinglie secretly resolved to test his soul power again in the city after securing the work-study student spot.

Three days passed in a flash. Feng Xinglie, who was exercising, suddenly saw Old Tom running towards him, panting.

"Grandpa, slow down! What's wrong?"

Feng Xinglie quickly stepped forward to support him. Old Tom, not even catching his breath, pulled Feng Xinglie towards the village, saying intermittently as they ran:

"Child... they've come... two honored... Lord Soul Masters... specifically asked to see you. You... be good later... understand?"

Who could it be? To make you this excited...

Thinking it might be Martial Soul Hall taking notice of his talent and sending someone to persuade him, Feng Xinglie didn't take it too seriously. He was pulled along at a trot back home, then walked in alone at Old Tom's signal.

As soon as he entered, Feng Xinglie immediately understood why Old Tom was so excited. Two people were in the room, one standing and one sitting. Their clothes, at a glance, were clearly of extraordinary nobility, not to mention the imposing aura of a superior. Adhering to the principle of not hitting a smiling face, Feng Xinglie was about to bow when the one sitting spoke:

"This Seat is Qian Daoliu..."

Gulp...

Feng Xinglie stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

"Qian Daoliu? That Grand Elder of Martial Soul Hall, the High Priest of the Angel God, one of the world's only three Level 99 Limit Douluo, Invincible Sky Qian Daoliu??? Why is he in this dump???"

His thoughts raced. He quickly regained his balance and, using the near-fall as an excuse, performed a full 180-degree bow. His forehead touched his knees as he shouted:

"Greetings, Lord Soul Master!"

Qian Daoliu paid no mind to these strange actions and asked on his own:

"I heard you are unwilling to join Martial Soul Hall?"

"Willing! I've thought it over these past few days. Joining Martial Soul Hall is my greatest dream and pursuit in life!"

Joking! If Qian Daoliu himself is here for a direct hire, and I dare say no, my future days will likely not be pleasant.

Qian Daoliu looked indifferently at Feng Xinglie's shift from arrogance to deference and nodded slightly:

"Since that is the case, you will depart for Martial Soul City tomorrow. Remember, not just anyone can go to Martial Soul City. I am inviting only you. Understand?"

"Yes! I will depart for Martial Soul City alone tomorrow!"

Although the request for a six-year-old child to travel alone through mountains and rivers sounded absurd, Feng Xinglie knew he had no room to negotiate.

"Very good. Also, take this. There was a slight error on your previous martial soul certificate. Use this certificate as your entry pass to the city."

Receiving the martial soul certificate sent over by Qian Daoliu's soul power with both hands, Feng Xinglie quickly scanned it, and his pupils suddenly contracted:

"Innate Soul Power Level Twenty"

"My dear mother... Fortunately, I agreed quickly. If I still refused to join now, it wouldn't just be about whether my days would be pleasant, but whether I'd see tomorrow's sun."

Feng Xinglie instantly understood. Three days ago, Su Yuntao knew his true soul power level but deliberately said it was only level seven to avoid causing a commotion. This way, it wouldn't attract too much attention and would cover up his own lapse in composure. He also worried about potential problems if he tried to forcibly take him back, or if the information would leak. Therefore, after Feng Xinglie refused to join Martial Soul Hall, he didn't force the issue but instead rushed to Martial Soul City as quickly as possible to report. In this way, Feng Xinglie would be credited with a great achievement just by delivering the message. This was undoubtedly a more secure and safer approach.

"You sly dog, Su Yuntao! How did I not notice you were so cunning before!?"