Awakening Martial Soul: Little Money Pouch

The hall was solemn and majestic.

Bright sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing a group of six-year-old children in its glow.

"Big Brother, what kind of martial soul do you think I'll awaken?"

"They say martial souls are strange and varied. Big Brother, do you think ours could be the Clear Sky Hammer, the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, or perhaps the legendary Angel..."

Oscar trembled with nervousness, his eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

Lin Feng spoke with a complex expression.

"What are you thinking about? Your surname is Ao, not Ning, Qian, or Tang. Angel martial soul? A Big Sausage is more your speed."

Oscar, are you that future Food God Oscar? Or is it just a coincidence of names?

"Pfft, pfft! What kind of ghost sausage martial soul is that? Although, I do love eating sausages..."

Oscar rolled his eyes. No sooner had he finished speaking than a greasy, steaming sausage flashed through his mind, causing him to swallow his saliva uncontrollably and giggle foolishly.

"Come to think of it, awakening a sausage doesn't seem so bad. At least we'd never have to go hungry again."

Lin Feng did not reply, his heart growing tense and worried about his own upcoming awakening.

What would his martial soul be?

Having transmigrated to this Douluo Continent six years ago and been taken in by the Martial Soul Hall orphanage, he knew that in a world governed by bloodlines, his start was essentially a disaster.

He understood all too well what a martial soul meant for a person. If one could not become a Soul Master, in this world where the strong prey on the weak, one could lose their life at any moment.

"Respected Lord Soul Master, please, this way. Sorry to trouble you with awakening the martial souls for these children today."

The respectful voice of the dean from outside the hall pulled Lin Feng back from his wandering thoughts.

Looking up, he saw the dean bowing low, leading a middle-aged man inside with an expression of utmost deference.

The man was sturdy, his gray-blue robes accentuating his broad shoulders. A pair of black-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, his eyes as sharp as a falcon's. He stood with his back straight, his features a mix of cunning and rugged toughness.

Is this man Flender?

Although the original work never mentioned Flender helping Oscar awaken his martial soul, who would pass up the chance to secure a genius food-type Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power?

It was highly likely he was the one who awakened Oscar.

Flender swept his gaze over the children in the hall. Most were shrinking back, timid and fearful, save for Lin Feng, who stood straight with a calm expression, showing not a hint of terror.

A flash of surprise crossed his eyes, fleeting as it was, before he gave a light cough.

"Alright, everyone, line up!"

He took out six pitch-black awakening stones. Looking at the young, naive faces before him, he knew that this brief moment would decide the fate of their entire lives, and a trace of imperceptible pity flickered in his eyes.

"Good luck to you all."

"Blue Silver Grass. Sigh, a trash martial soul. No soul power."

"A wooden hoe? No soul power. Next..."

"Iron Blade? Soul power level one. Not bad, at least you can cultivate..."

The more Lin Feng watched, the colder his heart grew. As the awakening neared its end, out of over a dozen children, only two had measured any soul power, and both were at the lowest level of one.

Even with mental preparation, the abysmal success rate made his heart sink.

Beside him, Oscar had long forgotten his nervousness. He stood on tiptoes, craning his neck to watch the martial souls manifest, whispering in awe.

"So this is a martial soul! How truly amazing."

Flender watched the scene with a slight frown, his heart unmoved.

Coming from a commoner background himself, he knew all too well how slim the chances were for a commoner to become a Soul Master. Unless the martial soul mutated, it was a gamble, and otherwise...

Soon, it was Oscar's turn.

The six awakening stones lit up with white light simultaneously.

A sausage, emitting a faint heat, lay quietly in his palm, carrying a hint of meaty aroma.

Oscar's eyes went wide. He stared at the sausage in his palm, frozen in place, before finally shouting in disbelief.

"Sau... sausage!"

"Oh! It's actually a food-type martial soul."

A flash of pleasant surprise crossed Flender's eyes. He stepped forward quickly, examining the sausage closely.

Food-type martial souls were rare; he hadn't expected to encounter one during this awakening.

He immediately handed the soul power testing crystal to Oscar.

"Child, place your hand on this."

Oscar timidly raised his hand and pressed it against the surface.

The next second, A dazzling blue light erupted from the crystal, instantly filling the entire hall.

"What! Innate Full Soul Power!"

Flender's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he shouted in excitement.

"And a food-type Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power at that."

This was unprecedented; there had never been a record of a food-type Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power on the continent. A genius encountered once in a century!

A genius of this caliber had a limitless future; he must be cajoled... no, recruited into the academy.

Lin Feng gazed at that dazzling blue light, filled with envy, his inner doubts completely resolved.

So, you really are that Oscar, and this middle-aged man is Flender.

At this moment, he was also completely certain of the timeline he was in.

He must... he absolutely must not awaken a trash Martial Soul, otherwise, even if he knew about many opportunities, he would be powerless to change his fate.

Flender instantly changed his demeanor, gripping Oscar's small hand with eyes full of fervor.

"Child, tell me, what is your name?"

"Let me introduce myself. I am Flender, a Level 73 Agility Attack System Battle Soul Saint and the Dean of Shrek Academy!"

"And you are exactly the genius monster our academy has been looking for. Please, join our academy."

Hearing that the person before him was a powerful Soul Saint, Oscar looked a bit timid and stammered:

"Ah! Hello, Lord Soul Master. My name is Oscar. As for joining this Shrek Academy..."

As he spoke, he looked at Lin Feng and grinned:

"Wherever my big brother goes, I go."

"Big brother?"

Flender's eyes lit up sharply as he strode over to Lin Feng, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Child, are you his biological older brother?"

Martial Soul talent was mostly hereditary. If the two were biological brothers, then Lin Feng's talent surely wouldn't be much worse.

Even if it wasn't Innate Full Soul Power, he should at least have seven or eight levels of Innate Soul Power. That would still be a fine seedling with the potential to become a Titled Douluo in the future!

Lin Feng felt a warmth in his heart and shook his head.

"Not biological brothers, we just met at the orphanage."

"I see!"

Upon hearing this, most of the excitement on Flender's face vanished, and he sighed inwardly.

"What a pity."

Six awakening stones floated around Lin Feng's body, and a strange energy was released from within him.

Above the palm of his right hand, golden light condensed and took shape, slowly forming a Money Bag the size of a palm.

The surface of the bag shimmered with fine golden light, its patterns exquisite, hovering above his palm in a state between reality and illusion, swaying gently.

Lin Feng stared at the Money Bag, his pupils constricting.

He felt this Money Bag looked extremely familiar, and the more he looked at it, the more wrong it felt.

Isn't this, for heaven's sake, the Money Bag equipment from Honor of Kings?

"A... Money Bag?"

Flender leaned in, his eyes full of surprise.

The Money Bag was surrounded by golden light; it was definitely not an ordinary item.

The appearance and aura of a Martial Soul were also ways to judge its quality; the higher the quality of the Martial Soul, the more extraordinary its appearance.

He rubbed his chin, brows locked in a frown, searching through his memory of Martial Soul records, but he was completely clueless and could only hand over the crystal stone.

"Test your Innate Soul Power."

Lin Feng took a deep breath and raised his hand to touch the crystal stone.

A strange suction force came from it, and the soul power within his body surged out.

Blue light erupted with a roar, the dazzling radiance of the crystal stone making it impossible to keep one's eyes open.

Lin Feng was wild with joy, his hand trembling slightly.

"Innate Full Soul Power!"

"Seven to eight levels of Innate Soul Power have the potential to reach the Titled Douluo realm, and with Innate Full Soul Power, as long as there are no accidents, the future minimum is a Titled Douluo."

The excitement that had just calmed down in Flender's heart erupted once more, his eyes widening as he said:

"To think it's another case of Innate Full Soul Power."

Encountering two super geniuses in one day, he seemed to see Shrek Academy shaking the Soul Master world, along with countless gold coins piled into mountains, drowning him.

"Money! Money!"

He was so excited his face flushed and his heart raced, and he burst into loud laughter.

"Hahaha! After all these years, it's finally my turn, Flender, to have a stroke of luck. Heaven is helping me!"