Don't Push Your Luck!

Star Dou Great Forest...

A pair of purple eyes suddenly opened. A massive body burst from the water, and a dragon's roar shook the forest.

"Roar—!"

A black-haired figure dropped to one knee. "Welcome, Lord!"

He gave no response. His beautiful dragon body stretched gently as he raised his silver head toward the sky and murmured softly.

"Moon...?"

Yun Jingheng was awakened by something swaying him.

Not shaking. Light.

Something flashed at his brow, pulsing in perfect rhythm with his heartbeat, as if he had grown an extra heart.

He opened his eyes.

Ya Li's face came into view. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and the moment she saw him awake, she hurried closer. "Little Jingheng? How do you feel? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"

Yun Jingheng wanted to speak, only to discover that his throat was as dry as a potted plant that had not been watered for three years.

"I..."

Ya Li quickly brought over a cup of warm water and carefully helped him drink it.

Once the warm water slid down his throat, Yun Jingheng finally had the strength to examine his surroundings.

He was in his own room. Dawn was just breaking outside the window, and Yun Ming sat beside the bed, looking at him with an expression Yun Jingheng had never seen before.

It was neither scrutiny nor concern.

It was something complicated, something that made him a little uncomfortable... relief?

"Your martial soul has awakened."

Yun Ming spoke calmly, but Yun Jingheng noticed that the hand resting on his knee tightened slightly.

"A sword condensed from Moonlight. It's very unusual."

Yun Jingheng froze for a moment.

A sword?

He closed his eyes and tried to sense the condition inside his body.

That space was still there, but it was no longer empty.

At its center, the faint glimmer had disappeared, replaced by a moon hanging in the air.

It floated there silently, as if it had existed since time immemorial.

Yun Jingheng tried to touch it.

This time, it did not resist.

He could clearly sense the connection between them. It was not possession, but symbiosis.

"There's a mark on your forehead."

Ya Li leaned over and lightly tapped his forehead with a finger. "A silver crescent. It's pretty."

Yun Jingheng instinctively raised a hand to touch it, but his fingertips found only smooth skin.

Then Ya Li handed him a bronze mirror.

Sure enough, the six-year-old child in the mirror had a faint crescent mark between his brows, appearing and disappearing like it had been carved there by moonlight.

"Try summoning it."

Yun Ming's voice sounded. "Feel it with your heart, just like you feel your own hands and feet."

Yun Jingheng nodded and opened his palm. Moonlight gathered, and the sword answered his call.

The hilt lay quietly in his palm. The blade was long and slender, silver-white throughout, with watery radiance flowing over it.

Seven faintly distinct patterns ran along the blade, like the changing phases of the moon—dark moon, new moon, Crescent Moon, Gazing Moon, waning gibbous moon, last quarter moon, and crescent moon.

A complete cycle.

Yun Ming's pupils contracted slightly.

He had witnessed countless martial soul awakenings and had personally awakened martial souls for many children.

But he had never seen such a form. It was neither an ordinary tool martial soul nor any known mutation.

That sword did not feel like Yun Jingheng was holding it.

It felt more like... it was willing to let him hold it.

"Very good."

Yun Ming suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, his voice still steady. "Put it away."

With a thought from Yun Jingheng, the sword trembled lightly, turned into specks of moonlight, and dissipated into the air.

The crescent mark on his forehead grew slightly hot before returning to calm.

Outside the room, Feng Wuyu stroked his chin, looking thoughtful. "Why are this kid's Soul Power fluctuations... so faint?"

He was putting it mildly.

In truth, the instant Yun Jingheng summoned his martial soul, everyone present had sensed that the sword's appearance had caused almost no Soul Power fluctuations.

It was like moonlight falling upon the water—there was only light, without a ripple.

That defied common sense.

The summoning and use of any martial soul required Soul Power to sustain it. Even geniuses born with full Innate Soul Power would display obvious Soul Power leakage upon awakening.

But Yun Jingheng did not.

His Soul Power fluctuations were so weak they were nearly nonexistent, like those of an ordinary person.

Yet he clearly possessed a martial soul, and it was a sword that looked anything but ordinary.

"It's the special nature of his martial soul."

Cai Yue'er spoke. "Some mutated martial souls function differently from conventional ones. They need time to adapt."

"Besides... a martial soul that can make me feel suppressed cannot possibly be an ordinary one."

Long Yeyue suddenly turned and stared hard at her. "Yue'er, are you sure?"

Cai Yue'er gave a bitter smile. "My martial soul is Silver Moon, but I truly felt absolute suppression at the martial soul level."

The moment those words were spoken, the expressions of everyone present changed.

Long Yeyue was the Vice Pavilion Master of Sea God Pavilion, a Limit Douluo with a top-tier beast martial soul.

Cai Yue'er was an elder of the Inner Court, and her Silver Moon martial soul was considered rare among martial souls.

For Silver Moon to feel absolute suppression meant that Yun Jingheng's martial soul stood at a higher level than Cai Yue'er's Silver Moon.

"Let's test his Soul Power, shall we?"

Yun Ming's voice remained calm, as though he had not heard Cai Yue'er's words.

He took out a transparent crystal the size of a fist from his robes. It was crystalline throughout, with faint fluorescence flowing inside.

This was a Soul Power testing crystal, the most basic testing tool on Douluo Continent.

As long as Soul Power was injected into it, the crystal would emit corresponding light according to the strength of the Soul Power.

When ordinary people injected Soul Power into it, there would be no light.

When soul masters injected Soul Power into it, the light would grow stronger with their level.

Yun Ming crouched down and held the crystal out before Yun Jingheng.

"Place your hand on it. Try to draw out the Soul Power in your body and inject it into the crystal."

Yun Jingheng nodded and placed his little hand on the crystal.

He closed his eyes.

The Soul Power within his body...

He tried to sense it.

That gray space was still there, and the floating moon was still there, but it hung quietly without giving him any guidance.

Where was his Soul Power?

He instinctively "looked" toward the moon.

The moon trembled lightly.

The next moment, an extremely faint warm current flowed from between his brows, down his arm, into his palm, and into the crystal.

The crystal lit up.

Everyone stared at the crystal.

It had lit up.

But it had only lit up.

The glow was so faint that, if one did not look closely, one might even mistake it for sunlight reflecting off the surface.

That was the lowest level of light—Innate Soul Power Rank One, or even worse, Innate Soul Power Rank Half.

Feng Wuyu was stunned.

Long Yeyue frowned.

Cai Yue'er opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed her words.

Yun Jingheng opened his eyes and stared at the faint glow on the crystal, stunned.

No... I've already accepted that I transmigrated, and now you're showing me this?!

Are you kidding me?

What bullshit?!

What kind of joke is this?!

Yun Ming's pupils visibly widened, and he directly sent his Soul Power into Yun Jingheng's body to investigate.

A martial soul that clearly could not be ordinary had Innate Soul Power Rank One?

But the result of his direct examination was... Rank Ten.

Yun Ming's expression nearly cracked.

The Soul Power testing crystal had measured Rank One or even lower, yet direct examination showed Rank Ten?

That was impossible.

He had served as the Pavilion Master of Sea God Pavilion for so long, yet he had never encountered such a situation.

"What's wrong?"

Ya Li noticed the change in his expression and asked softly.

Yun Ming did not answer. He merely immersed his attention into Yun Jingheng's body once more.

This time, he was even more careful. His Soul Power condensed into an extremely thin strand and slowly seeped in like a probe.

Then—

He touched something.

It was an exceptionally gentle layer of light, like a membrane formed from moonlight, quietly covering Yun Jingheng's Sea of Spirit.

The moment Yun Ming's Soul Power touched it, the membrane trembled lightly.

The next moment.

An irresistible force surged forth and directly "pushed" that strand of his Soul Power out.

It was not a counterattack, nor was it harmful.

It was simply a pure, unquestionable... refusal.

It was like reaching out to pet a sleeping cat. The cat woke up, glanced at you, then brushed your hand away.

Yun Ming froze.

He stood there, one hand still hovering over Yun Jingheng's chest, and for the first time, bewilderment appeared in his eyes.

A Limit Douluo, one of the strongest people alive, had been... rejected by a six-year-old child's martial soul?

Yun Jingheng was also stunned.

Because he had "seen" it.

At the instant Yun Ming's Soul Power entered for the second time, the moon floating in that space moved slightly.

The feeling was hard to describe.

It was like you were spacing out when someone suddenly reached over and poked your cheek.

The first time, you did not react in time, so you let them poke you.

The second time they reached out—

You turned your head and glared at them.

That was all.

That was what the moon had done.

It merely trembled lightly, and Yun Ming's strand of Soul Power was "shown" out.

There was no hostility, no attack, not even enough to count as resistance.

It was simply... stop messing around.

Yun Jingheng clearly felt the moon's emotions.

It was neither angry nor wary.

It simply thought: Why is this person here again? Isn't he annoying?

Then it kicked him out.

Yun Jingheng: "..."

That was a Limit Douluo.

You kicked him out?

The moon gave no response. It simply hung there quietly, as if nothing had happened.

The room was so silent that a pin drop could be heard.

Feng Wuyu, Long Yeyue, and Cai Yue'er stood at the doorway, staring at the strange scene inside.

Yun Ming maintained that posture without moving.

Yun Jingheng also remained still, looking up at him with a trace of innocence in his eyes—and a trace of guilt.

Ya Li looked at her husband, then at her son, and asked cautiously, "Brother Ming?"

Yun Ming slowly withdrew his hand.

He stared at his palm in silence for three seconds.

Then he smiled.

It was not a bitter smile, nor a helpless one, but a genuine smile from the bottom of his heart...

"Interesting."

He spoke softly, with a trace of excitement in his voice that even he had not noticed.

"Very interesting."

Yun Jingheng blinked. "Dad...?"

Yun Ming lowered his head and looked at the bewildered six-year-old child.

"Your martial soul has self-defense capabilities."

He spoke slowly, as if sorting through his thoughts. "The first time I probed into it, it didn't react. It probably hadn't responded in time. The second time..."

He paused.

"It found me annoying and kicked me out."

Yun Jingheng: "..."

That was a damn accurate summary.

"Pavilion Master, are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Yun Ming cut him off, his gaze never leaving Yun Jingheng.

"Because when it kicked me out, it left behind a message."

"What did it say?" Long Yeyue asked.

Yun Ming fell silent for a moment, his expression somewhat strange.

"It said..."

He cleared his throat and imitated that aloof, lofty tone:

"'Once is enough. Don't push your luck.'"

The room fell into dead silence again.

Feng Wuyu's mouth fell open.

Cai Yue'er instinctively covered her mouth.

Long Yeyue's eyes widened round.

Ya Li...

Ya Li burst out laughing.

"So,"

she said, trying hard to suppress her laughter as she looked at her husband.

"Did my son's martial soul just disdain you?"

Yun Ming remained expressionless.

But the tips of his ears were slightly red.

"I... I'll go find a soul spirit for Jing Heng."