Three Lives Martial Soul

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Martial Soul Awakening Hall.

The white marble floor was polished to a mirror finish, reflecting the exquisite painted reliefs on the dome, creating an atmosphere of solemnity and gravity.

The air was permeated with a faint scent of sandalwood and a tension so thick it felt almost stagnant.

Today was the day for the sect's children of age to awaken their Martial Souls.

Lin Yi stood in the ranks, his eyelids lowered slightly.

His stature was unremarkable among his peers, and he wore the sect's standard light blue robe, which had been washed until it was somewhat faded.

The irrepressible excitement and anxiety of the surrounding children reached his ears, yet it only stirred a faint, imperceptible ripple in the depths of his heart.

He was an anomaly—a soul that should have vanished in the torrent of time, yet had unexpectedly been reborn here, adopted by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and raised in ignorance until the fragments of his past-life memories suddenly surged back one night. Douluo Continent, Martial Souls, Spirit Masters, Tang San, Xiao Wu... and the future catastrophe of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

These pieces of information weighed heavily on his heart, making him understand more clearly than any of his peers what power truly meant.

"Next, Lin Yi."

The clear, resonant voice came from the sect deacon presiding over the awakening ceremony.

Lin Yi took a deep breath, stepped forward, and stood still within the hexagonal awakening array composed of countless tiny spirit-guiding runes.

The deacon channeled his spirit power, and the array instantly lit up, enveloping him in a soft white glow.

It felt warm, as if he were soaking in a hot spring. A strange energy surged from the soles of his feet, flowing through his limbs and bones. He could clearly "feel" something within his body being gently yet firmly awakened by this energy.

It was coming.

First to emerge was a refreshing coolness that spread from his chest. A phantom of a plant, entirely translucent and white as jade, slowly manifested above his head, rotating gently and radiating a pure aura of life; the surrounding air seemed to grow fresher.

"A plant-type Martial Soul? Looking at this form, it seems to be... a Snow Lotus?" A trace of surprise flashed in the deacon's eyes before he nodded. "A fine support-type Martial Soul. It seems the sect is about to gain another excellent healing Spirit Master..."

Before he could finish, a sudden change occurred!

An entirely different aura erupted from Lin Yi's left hand—frigid and domineering! A clear, resonant dragon roar echoed through the hall without warning; it was not a physical sound, yet it reverberated clearly in the depths of everyone's soul!

A foot-long, ice-blue dragon phantom coiled around his left arm and rose, its scales sharp and menacing, its dragon eyes cold. It radiated a bone-chilling cold that made one's teeth ache, the temperature within the awakening array plummeted, and a thin layer of white frost even condensed on the floor.

"Twin Martial Souls!" the deacon gasped, his composure instantly replaced by disbelief.

The hall was in an uproar.

However, the moment the Ice Dragon appeared and drew everyone's gaze, a power even more obscure, yet equally imbued with extreme cold and a certain noble rhythm, trembled slightly in the palm of Lin Yi's right hand, nearly breaking through his skin.

His heart tightened. Relying on the mental strength he possessed after his transmigration—far superior to his peers—and the vigilance born from his knowledge of the "plot," he forcibly suppressed that restlessness.

Ice Phoenix.

This Martial Soul must never be exposed. A Snow Lotus and an Ice Dragon—one support, one combat—was already shocking enough.

A triple Martial Soul? That would be a path to disaster. Until he possessed enough strength to protect himself, it had to remain buried in his gut.

The Ice Phoenix mark on his right palm grew slightly warm before fading away completely, leaving no trace behind; even the deacon standing right in front of him did not notice a thing.

"Twin Martial Souls! A Snow Lotus and... is this a dragon-type beast Martial Soul?!" The deacon's voice trembled. "Quick, go and summon the Sect Master and the two Elders!"

The message was relayed with the utmost speed.

A moment later, several powerful auras descended upon the hall.

Leading them was a scholarly middle-aged man with a face like polished jade, a straight nose, and square jaw. He wore a pristine white robe, his temperament as gentle as jade, yet his eyes were as deep as an abyss.

It was the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi.

Standing to his left and right were two others.

On the left stood a man in white as snow, his features austere, his eyes as sharp as a drawn sword. Merely standing there, he gave off an impression of indestructible sharpness.

Sword Douluo, Chen Xin.

On the right stood a tall man with a slightly sinister expression, the space around him subtly distorted, as if hiding endless mystery and power.

Bone Douluo, Gu Rong.

The gazes of the three instantly focused on Lin Yi in the awakening array, and on the crystalline Snow Lotus rotating above his head and the Ice Dragon coiling and roaring on his left arm.

Even with their status and experience, they could not hide the shock in their eyes.

"Twin Martial Souls... Good! Good! Heaven bless my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!" Ning Fengzhi clapped his hands, a brilliant light erupting in his eyes.

Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was the world's number one support-type tool Martial Soul, it had its limitations and could not break through to level eighty.

If the sect could cultivate a disciple with the potential of a top-tier combat Spirit Master and Twin Martial Souls, the significance would be extraordinary.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stepped forward, arriving before Lin Yi. His gaze was like lightning, sweeping over the Snow Lotus before finally locking onto the Ice Dragon phantom. The cold dragon eyes met his, and a faint, unyielding will seemed to emanate from them. "Such a powerful ice-attribute dragon Martial Soul, the quality is extremely high."

Bone Douluo Gu Rong also clicked his tongue in wonder. "Snow Lotus for support, Ice Dragon for assault—this kid is a natural-born combat Spirit Master. I want to take him as a disciple, don't you dare fight me for him!"

Chen Xin ignored Gu Rong entirely and said directly to Ning Fengzhi, "Fengzhi, I intend to take this child as my personal disciple."

Ning Fengzhi smiled and nodded. "To be taught by Uncle Sword is naturally for the best."

The matter was settled.

At this moment, the deacon holding the crystal ball for testing spirit power spoke, his voice filled with even deeper shock, even slightly distorted. "Sect... Sect Master, two Elders, his Innate Soul Power is..."

As the crystal ball approached Lin Yi, a blinding light erupted in an instant, illuminating every detail of the entire hall!

The brilliance of that light far exceeded that of ordinary Innate Full Soul Power!

"This is... Innate Soul Power, level thirty?!" The composure on Ning Fengzhi's face was finally shattered, and he exclaimed in shock.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong also changed color simultaneously, their pupils constricting sharply.

Innate Full Soul Power was already one in ten thousand, and an Innate level twenty was unheard of, yet this child was actually level thirty!

This meant that as soon as he obtained a soul ring, he could immediately become a Soul Elder!

"Today's events are to be classified as the sect's highest secret!" Ning Fengzhi reacted quickly, his voice deep and heavy, carrying an unquestionable majesty. "Everyone present, take an oath: not a single word is to be leaked! Violators will be dealt with according to sect rules!"

The atmosphere in the great hall turned instantly murderous. All the deacons, disciples, and even the children who had awakened their spirits alongside him were stunned by this sudden order and the gravity of the three supreme leaders of the sect, and they lowered their heads to obey.

Several days later, on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Towering ancient trees blotted out the sun, the air was filled with the freshness of vegetation and the faint scent of humus, and the roars of unknown soul beasts could be heard faintly in the distance.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin walked through this dangerous land with Lin Yi as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.

An invisible sword intent radiated naturally from his body, scaring away all the low-level soul beasts that dared to spy on them.

Their goal was clear: to obtain the first soul ring for Lin Yi's Snow Lotus martial soul.

The process was unexpectedly smooth.

By a stream in a quiet valley, they found a "White Jade Snow Lotus King" with a cultivation of approximately three hundred years.

Under Chen Xin's protection, Lin Yi killed it with ease, sat cross-legged, and began to absorb the soul ring that radiated a soft white light and a crisp lotus fragrance.

As faint white specks of light merged into his body, Lin Yi could feel his Snow Lotus martial soul transmitting a sense of joy and excitement, while his own soul power steadily increased and became more solid during the absorption process.

At the same time, information about a soul skill naturally surfaced in his mind—Healing Light.

Its effect was to rapidly recover injuries and dispel negative status effects; for a first soul ring, it could be called a top-tier support skill.

When he finished absorbing it and opened his eyes, what he saw was the unusually grave expression on the face of Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

Chen Xin looked at him, silent for a long time, before finally speaking slowly, each word weighing as heavy as a thousand jun: "Lin Yi, I will plan how you should attach soul rings to your Snow Lotus martial soul in the future. But your second martial soul, that Ice Dragon..."

He paused, his gaze as sharp as a sword, as if he wanted to pierce into the depths of Lin Yi's soul: "Remember my words: before you reach the Soul Douluo realm, absolutely, absolutely do not attach any soul rings to it!"

Lin Yi felt a shiver in his heart. He naturally knew the mysteries and risks of Twin Martial Souls; the examples of Bibi Dong and Tang San were right before his eyes. However, he did not show it on his face, merely nodding obediently and replying in a youthful yet firm voice: "Yes, Teacher, this disciple will remember."

Seeing him so sensible, a trace of gratification flashed in Chen Xin's eyes. He nodded slightly, said no more, and turned to signal for him to follow.

"Let's go, I will find your second soul ring!"