Rebirth, Innate Full Soul Power

The chaotic dream slowly shattered. Huo Yuhao felt as though he had no strength in his body, as if everything around him had been broken apart and the sharp shards had all pierced into his brain.

He abruptly opened his eyes, only to find himself slumped on a magic array, still panting heavily.

The all-too-familiar scene immediately made him realize: he had been reborn, and had returned to the moment when he had just awakened his Martial Soul.

The past came flooding back into his mind: the resentment of having been born with only one rank of Soul Power; the humiliation of his mother being bullied while alive, then abducted by the Divine Realm as a hostage after her death; his beloved being brutally murdered, leaving him to spend every day with a deformed copy...

All that hatred surged through him in an instant. But thankfully, Heaven had eyes—he had actually been given the chance to live his life over again!

In this life, he would make the White Tiger Duke and Tang San pay their blood debts in full!

Just as he was thinking this, a voice he knew all too well reached his ears:

"Yuhao, are you all right?"

Her voice was as gentle as ever, gentle enough to make Huo Yuhao cast everything aside and lunge toward her behind him. He didn't even want to confirm whether that voice was real. Even if it was only a false illusion, he wanted to seize it and hold on tight.

"Mom... Mom... Mommy!" he choked out, tears falling one after another like a burst dam.

He had no time to wonder why Huo Yun'er was here. He only wanted to cherish every moment he had with her.

Looking at Huo Yuhao, who had suddenly burst into tears in her arms, Huo Yun'er was puzzled, but only smiled gently and stroked his head, just as she had done countless times in his memories.

Once Huo Yuhao had stopped crying, Huo Yun'er turned to the gray-cloaked man beside them and asked, "Lord Zhang Peng, what's wrong with Yuhao...? Was there a problem with the ritual?"

"This awakening ritual... has been passed down by Spirit Hall for ten thousand years, from Pope Chen Mo to the present. It shouldn't have any problems." Though he said this, the man called Zhang Peng couldn't make heads or tails of Huo Yuhao's agitated state. He could only make a note of it and ask about it later.

"All right, all right. You've awakened your Martial Soul, so why are you still acting like a little baby?" Huo Yun'er wiped the tears from Huo Yuhao's face and kissed his forehead.

Huo Yuhao had calmed down a little when he suddenly realized something.

He looked at the person Huo Yun'er had called Zhang Peng. The instant he saw that face, alarm bells rang in his mind.

Dark skin, one eyebrow higher than the other, and a large, dark mark shaped like the character for "king" on his forehead.

The name, the voice, and that familiar face...

It was none other than Zhang Peng, Scorpion Tiger Douluo, one of the Holy Spirit Cult's enforcers!

The Holy Spirit Cult was a den of all manner of unforgivable Evil Soul Masters. In his previous life, just after finishing his exchange studies at Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy and preparing to return to Shrek Academy, this very man had been ordered by the Holy Spirit Cult to join Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao in stopping him and the two deans.

Though his Martial Soul required him to absorb Soul Beast blood to cultivate, he had never committed evil before he was officially branded an Evil Soul Master. To some extent, his eventual fall into the Holy Spirit Cult had also been brought about by Shrek Academy's relentless pressure...

But... how could he have appeared here, as a Martial Soul Envoy in charge of Martial Soul awakenings?

"Huo Yun'er, I know we should be looking after Yuhao's feelings right now, but... there's another problem." Just then, an elderly man stepped forward and gestured toward Huo Yuhao.

"His Martial Soul is his eyes." The old man was Zhu Shan, the steward of the White Tiger Duke Mansion. Out of pity for Huo Yun'er and her son, he had secretly helped them for years.

"You know what it means for someone of the duke's bloodline not to awaken the Evil Eye White Tiger Martial Soul. If word gets out, what a scandal it'll be. Even with the Duke's status, things might seem calm on the surface, but there'll inevitably be gossip behind our backs."

Huo Yun'er's expression darkened at his words. The other people from the White Tiger Duke Mansion began whispering among themselves, hurling one filthy insult after another:

"Bastards are bastards, after all... Can't even awaken the Evil Eye White Tiger."

"Eyes, of all things... You can tell just from that it won't have any fighting power. He's a good-for-nothing who can only stand behind others..."

"Hmph, now the Duchess has no reason to keep them around. Keeping people like that in the Duke's Mansion will only bring shame upon the Duke..."

Huo Yuhao's fists clenched. He glared at them, his eyes full of hostility.

So it's still the same, even after getting a second chance...

But in the next instant, a wave of Soul Power pressure slammed down on everyone who had been running their mouths. Every last one of them was forced to the ground, sprawled out in a wretched heap.

"Article Six of the Martial Soul Law: the Awakening Hall is supreme. No foul language is permitted!" Zhang Peng glanced at those who had just been insulting Huo Yuhao, snorted, and released the Soul Power pressure.

He looked at Huo Yuhao. "Come to think of it, you fainted right after awakening your Martial Soul, so you haven't had a chance to test your Soul Power yet, have you, little friend?"

"After all, eyes are one of the top Body Martial Souls. Awakening Soul Power shouldn't be difficult."

Zhang Peng brought over a crystal ball and set it in front of Huo Yuhao.

"Put your hand on it. Control your Soul Power, then channel it into the crystal ball."

Huo Yuhao wiped away the tears lingering at the corners of his eyes, took several deep breaths, and placed his hand on the crystal ball.

From everything that had just happened, he could tell that the world he had been reborn into had changed drastically from the one he remembered.

His mother was healthier than before. Zhang Peng had become a Martial Soul Envoy... and even claimed to belong to Spirit Hall, which Tang San should have destroyed ten thousand years ago...

After ascending to the Divine Realm, he had heard the old ancestor tell stories about Tang San's past. But he could swear that in those tales from ten thousand years ago, there had never been a Pope named Chen Mo. The Pope of that era should have been Bibi Dong!

Huo Yuhao had no answer yet as to where all these anomalies came from. But since things had already changed, could his talent have changed too...?

With that question and a glimmer of hope in his heart, he slowly channeled his Soul Power into the crystal ball.

In his previous life, he had awakened with only one rank of Innate Soul Power, and the crystal ball had barely glowed.

But this time, the light almost illuminated the entire Awakening Hall, holding at its brightest moment.

Watching the light, Zhang Peng nodded slightly. "Just as expected. Innate Full Soul Power, exactly as predicted."

Huo Yuhao stared at the light, rooted to the spot.

Not one rank... but Innate Full Soul Power?

The sudden joy left him at a loss. But in the next moment, Huo Yun'er hugged him from behind, tears in her eyes.

"That's wonderful, Yuhao... You won't be bullied anymore..."

"That's wonderful..." Huo Yun'er's voice choked up, and Huo Yuhao felt a pang of sorrow too.

Huo Yun'er had always kept her tears in check. In Huo Yuhao's memories, his mother seemed never to have cried in front of anyone else. When he awakened his Martial Soul in his previous life, he had sworn to her that he would never let her shed another tear. But in the end, Huo Yun'er had died far too soon.

Innate Full Soul Power... On the Douluo Continent, those five words meant not only that you were an unparalleled genius, one in ten thousand, but also that you stood a tremendous chance of becoming one of the continent's top powerhouses: a Titled Douluo!

The wealth, status, and power that came with it were beyond measure!

The resentment in the eyes of those who had been insulting Huo Yuhao's Martial Soul, then suppressed by Zhang Peng's Soul Power, had vanished. All that remained was disbelief and an ever more obsequious fawning.

But just then, a voice full of jealousy and hatred rang out.

"Innate Full Soul Power... How could it possibly be Innate Full Soul Power?!"

Huo Yuhao turned toward the voice. His eyes involuntarily turned bloodshot. It was a boy with golden hair and golden eyes, dressed in white, with an oddly shaped pendant around his neck. Though he was only five or six years old, he already had the makings of the handsome man he would become.

It was Dai Huabin, the murderer of Huo Yuhao's mother!