Dual Dragon King Martial Soul, and MC?

Douluo Federation, Proud Arrival City.

The breeze in this small coastal city carried a faint, briny scent. Today, Red Mountain Academy was exceptionally lively, with adults and children packed both inside and outside the school grounds.

Because today was the day these children would undergo their Martial Soul awakening. On the Douluo Continent, the impact of obtaining a good Martial Soul and possessing Soul Power on one's life was immeasurable.

Even though the technology of the current Douluo Federation was advancing with each passing day, and ordinary people could achieve a certain level of success through their own efforts.

Yet, many opportunities were often only accessible to powerful Soul Masters.

"Don't be afraid, little ones. My name is Su Haitao, my Martial Soul is the Lone Wolf, and I am responsible for your awakening." A tall man stood before a group of little sprouts, his gentle, soft-spoken demeanor appearing quite incongruous with his stature.

"Who wants to go first?"

"I'll go first."

Tang Heng raised his small hand and walked out from the crowd, followed by a little boy with delicate, doll-like features who was half a head shorter than him.

The boy's name was Tang Wulin, and he was his younger brother in this life, though not biologically sired by his father.

"Big Brother... good luck!"

Tang Wulin tugged at Tang Heng's sleeve, trying to cheer him on.

"Don't worry, your big brother will definitely awaken a powerful Martial Soul and protect you in the future!"

Although he said that, Tang Heng had no confidence in his heart.

His father was Tang Ziran, not the God King Tang San. Whether he was a dragon or a maggot depended entirely on what kind of stuff his ancestors were made of.

Su Haitao nodded slightly, gesturing for Tang Heng to walk into the six-pointed star formation on the ground.

Tang Heng took a deep breath and stepped into the formation with a firm stride.

As Soul Power was injected, the formation erupted with a blinding blue light.

But after only a few breaths, gold and silver colors completely filled the room. Su Haitao felt as if his own Martial Soul had slipped out of his control; a sense of fear and submission spread rapidly from the depths of his heart.

With a single, resonant dragon roar, the radiance dissipated.

Tang Heng stood where he was, looking bewildered. His neat black hair had turned a dazzling gold, his left hand had transformed into a powerful dragon claw covered in thick, golden dragon scales, and even his eyes had changed into red vertical pupils.

"This... could this be the legendary Golden Dragon Martial Soul?"

Golden Dragon my foot, this is clearly the Gold Dragon King!

While Tang Heng complained internally, he didn't forget to glance at his right hand, where a faint, bright silver marking had already quietly faded away.

That's not right. At this point in time, the Gold Dragon King's godhead should still be sealed within Tang Wulin, and the Silver Dragon King hasn't yet launched her world-shaking plan of losing her memory and getting lost.

Before Tang Heng could sort out the situation, a square object suddenly appeared in the depths of his mind, as if it were his third Martial Soul.

The top of the object was covered in lush green turf, while the bottom was entirely made of dirt. Tang Heng was all too familiar with this icon.

Wait, isn't this my world?

He couldn't possibly forget this game. Aside from ten years of playing experience, the very reason Tang Heng had transmigrated in the first place was because he had suffered a sudden cardiac arrest while playing a Soul Continent mod and trying to roll for an initial Martial Soul.

Just as Tang Heng was wondering what other miraculous uses this sudden Grass Block might have, Su Haitao, who had been trembling just a moment ago, pulled out a crystal ball and held it out to him.

"Little guy, test your Soul Power! Your Martial Soul is very rare; perhaps your Innate Soul Power will be quite high."

"Alright, Uncle."

Tang Heng reached out and placed his hand on the crystal ball. Without any surprise, a dazzling light bloomed, proving his Innate Soul Power was a full ten levels.

"It really is Innate Full Soul Power! Hahaha, our Red Mountain Academy has produced a genius student!"

Su Haitao was overcome with excitement. His ancestor had once awakened a Soul Master with a full-power Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul—the later Sea God, Tang San.

His colleagues had always said he was bragging and that his story lacked credibility.

Today, he had helped a child awaken a full-power Gold Dragon Martial Soul; this was a fact, irrefutable.

"Wow! Big Brother is so amazing!" Tang Wulin clapped his little hands, his expression looking even happier than Tang Heng's own. "I want to awaken a Martial Soul just like Big Brother's too."

"Mm, Wulin will definitely be able to as well."

Tang Heng rubbed Tang Wulin's head. Perhaps because he had awakened the Gold Dragon King Martial Soul, he felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to his younger brother, as if he were seeing his own son.

This feeling struck him as very strange. Could it be that the purity of his Dragon King Martial Soul was higher than the other's?

After all, the other wasn't the first generation, and he still carried the God King's bloodline. It was normal for his own, which was the original version, to have higher purity.

Well, it didn't matter.

In any case, he was Tang Wulin's big brother; it was only natural for the elder brother to act as a father.

Tang Wulin enjoyed having his head ruffled by his brother for a moment before running off excitedly to awaken his own Martial Soul when his name was called.

Half a minute later.

Tang Wulin stared blankly at the Blue Silver Grass in his right palm, and then at the faint, three-level Soul Power light point in the crystal. The scene seemed to turn gray and white.

"Uh, this little friend, please step aside. There is another child waiting to awaken their Martial Soul."

Su Haitao wore an awkward smile. He hadn't expected that one brother would be a dragon and the other a maggot, and he cast a strange look toward the top of Tang Ziran's head.

With only Innate Level 3 Soul Power and the universally acknowledged trash Martial Soul, the Blue Silver Grass, he naturally no longer possessed the enthusiastic warmth he had shown at the beginning.

Tang Heng, who had witnessed the entire process from the side, could only sigh helplessly. Was the blindness of those Lone Wolf martial soul spirit masters a hereditary trait?

Of course, that was just a joke. After all, his younger brother had not yet awakened the Gold Dragon King bloodline, and his Blue Silver Grass really was just the common weed found everywhere by the roadside. Add in that pitiful innate soul power of rank three, and unless one was a fellow traveler, no one would likely think highly of this poor little guy.

On the way home, Tang Wulin walked behind the two of them, looking utterly dejected.

"Dad, am I not your biological son? Why is big brother a powerful Golden Dragon, while I have the trash martial soul Blue Silver Grass..."

Tang Heng, who was in the middle of drinking water, nearly spat it all out.

Oh, little brother, your process is entirely wrong, but your conclusion is spot on.

Seeing his son in such a state, Tang Ziran, as a father, did not feel good either, so he began to offer comfort.

"Wulin, although everyone's awakened martial soul has a lot to do with their parents, perhaps Heng'er inherited the bloodline of some ancestor of ours? Don't be too sad. What's wrong with Blue Silver Grass? Wasn't the Sea God, who dominated the world tens of thousands of years ago, a Blue Silver Grass user?"

"But he was a Blue Silver Emperor."

Tang Ziran laughed awkwardly, patted Wulin on the shoulder, and said, "Then you should just cultivate well with your brother and prove that Blue Silver Grass is not a trash martial soul."

Heh, my cute little brother, you are going to spend your whole life proving that Blue Silver Grass is indeed a trash martial soul, Tang Heng thought to himself while walking beside them.

The father and his two sons soon returned home. Their mother, Lang Yue, had already prepared a meal: three dishes and one soup, with both meat and vegetables. While it could not be called luxurious, this home-cooked flavor was quite good.

"You're all back. Hungry, aren't you? Mom has prepared a lot of delicious food, so come and have a taste." Lang Yue was not exactly a great beauty, but she was full of charm. She crouched down, smiling as she hugged little Wulin and Tang Heng.

"Mom, I'm a bit sleepy, not hungry for now."

"Me too. It might be because of the martial soul awakening; I also want to go and rest for a while."

Tang Heng just wanted to see what that MC Icon was actually for. As for Tang Wulin feeling sleepy, it was likely because the Gold Dragon King bloodline hidden within his body was beginning to awaken.

The brothers returned to their bedroom together, while Lang Yue hurriedly pulled Tang Ziran aside to ask about the situation regarding the martial soul awakening today.