Don't push your luck!

Star Dou Great Forest...

A pair of purple eyes suddenly snapped open, a massive body surged out from the water, and a dragon's roar shook the entire forest.

"ROAR--!"

A black-haired figure knelt on one knee, "Welcome, My Lord!"

He did not respond, his beautiful dragon body stretching gently as he lifted his silver head to gaze at the sky, whispering softly.

"Moon...?"

Yun Jingheng was shaken awake.

It wasn't a physical shaking, but light.

Something was pulsing rhythmically at the center of his brow, its frequency perfectly synchronized with his heartbeat, as if he had grown an extra heart.

He opened his eyes.

Ya Li's face came into view, her eyes rimmed with red. Seeing him wake, she immediately leaned in, "Little Jingheng? How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"

Yun Jingheng wanted to speak, but found his throat as dry as a potted plant that hadn't been watered in three years.

"I..."

Ya Li hurriedly brought over a cup of warm water, carefully feeding it to him.

As the warm liquid slid down his throat, Yun Jingheng finally had the strength to survey his surroundings.

He was in his own room. Outside the window, the sky was just beginning to brighten. Sitting by the bed was Yun Ming, and that man was looking at him with a gaze he had never seen before.

It wasn't scrutiny, and it wasn't worry.

It was something complex, something that made him feel a bit uneasy... relief?

"Your Martial Soul has awakened."

Yun Ming spoke, his voice calm, though Yun Jingheng noticed the hand resting on his knee tighten slightly.

"A sword forged from moonlight. It is very special."

Yun Jingheng was stunned.

A sword?

He closed his eyes, attempting to sense the situation within his body.

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

At its center, that faint glimmer of light had vanished, replaced by a suspended moon.

It hung there silently, as if it had existed since the dawn of time.

Yun Jingheng tried to touch it.

This time, it did not resist.

He clearly sensed the connection between it and himself; it was not possession, but symbiosis.

"There is a mark on your brow."

Ya Li leaned in, gently tapping his forehead with her finger, "A crescent moon, silver. It's beautiful."

Yun Jingheng instinctively raised a hand to touch it, his fingertips meeting smooth skin, feeling nothing at all.

But Ya Li handed him a bronze mirror.

In the reflection, the six-year-old child indeed had a faint crescent moon mark on his brow, flickering in and out of existence as if carved from moonlight itself.

"Try to summon it."

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

Yun Jingheng nodded, opening his palm. Moonlight condensed, and the sword answered his call.

The hilt rested quietly in his palm; the blade was slender, entirely silver-white, with light flowing across it like water.

Along the edge of the blade were seven faint, distinct patterns, resembling the phases of the moon—the dark moon, the new moon, the crescent moon, the full moon, the waning gibbous, the last quarter moon, and the waning crescent.

A complete cycle.

Yun Ming's pupils constricted slightly.

He had witnessed countless Martial Soul awakenings and had personally awakened the souls of many children himself.

But he had never seen a form like this; it was not a common Tool Martial Soul, nor did it match any known mutation.

The feeling that sword gave him was not that it was being held by Yun Jingheng.

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

"Very good."

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

With a thought from Yun Jingheng, the sword trembled slightly, dissolving into specks of moonlight that vanished into the air.

The crescent mark between his brows grew slightly warm, then returned to stillness.

Feng Wuyu stood outside the room, stroking his chin with a contemplative expression: "Why is this kid's soul power fluctuation... so faint?"

He was being tactful.

In reality, the moment Yun Jingheng summoned his martial soul earlier, everyone present had sensed it; the appearance of that sword had caused almost no soul power fluctuation at all.

It was like moonlight falling upon the surface of water—there was only light, with no ripples.

This defied common sense.

The summoning and use of any martial soul required the support of soul power; even for a genius born with full soul power, there would be a noticeable overflow of energy during awakening.

But Yun Jingheng had none.

His soul power fluctuation was so weak it was practically non-existent, as if he were an ordinary person.

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

"It is the uniqueness of his martial soul."

Cai Yue'er spoke up, "Some mutated martial souls operate differently from the norm and require time to adapt."

"Besides... a martial soul that can make me feel suppressed could never be an ordinary one."

Long Yeyue suddenly turned her head to stare fixedly at her, "Yue'er, are you certain?"

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

Once these words were spoken, the expressions of those present shifted in various ways.

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

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

For the Silver Moon to feel absolute suppression meant that Yun Jingheng's martial soul was higher in hierarchy than Cai Yue'er's Silver Moon.

"Let us test his soul power, shall we?"

Yun Ming's voice was calm, as if he hadn't heard Cai Yue'er's words at all.

He took a fist-sized transparent crystal from his robes; it was crystalline throughout, with faint fluorescence flowing within.

This was a soul power testing crystal, the most fundamental testing tool on the Douluo Continent.

As long as soul power was injected into it, the crystal would glow with a corresponding light based on the strength of that power.

When an ordinary person injected power, there was no light.

When a soul master injected power, the light would intensify as their level increased.

Yun Ming crouched down and held the crystal out in front of Yun Jingheng.

"Place your hand on it and try to guide the soul power within your body to flow into the crystal."

Yun Jingheng nodded, reached out his small hand, and pressed it against the crystal.

He closed his eyes.

The soul power within his body...

He tried to perceive it.

That gray, hazy space was still there, and that suspended moon was still there, but it hung silently, offering him no guidance.

Where was the soul power?

He subconsciously "looked" toward the moon.

The moon trembled slightly.

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

The crystal lit up.

Everyone stared at the crystal.

It had lit up.

But it was only just lit.

The light was very faint, so faint that if one didn't look closely, they might even mistake it for a reflection of sunlight.

It was the lowest level of radiance—Innate Soul Power level one, or perhaps even worse, Innate half-level.

Feng Wuyu was stunned.

Long Yeyue frowned.

Cai Yue'er opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed it back down.

Yun Jingheng opened his eyes and, seeing the weak glow on the crystal, was taken aback.

No way... I've already accepted the fact that I transmigrated, and this is what you show me?!

Are you kidding? Are you messing with me?

This is complete nonsense!

Are you kidding me?!

Yun Ming's pupils dilated significantly; he even channeled his soul power directly into the boy's body to investigate.

A martial soul that clearly couldn't be ordinary was innate rank one?

But the result of the direct probe was... rank ten.

Yun Ming's expression began to crumble.

The soul power testing crystal measured it at rank one or even lower, yet a direct probe showed rank ten?

This was impossible.

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

"What is it?"

Ya Li sensed the abnormality in his expression and asked in a low voice.

Yun Ming did not answer, merely sinking his attention back into Yun Jingheng's body.

This time, he was even more careful, condensing his soul power into an extremely thin thread that slowly seeped in like a probe.

And then—

He touched something.

It was an extremely soft light, like a thin film condensed from moonlight, quietly shrouding Yun Jingheng's sea of spirit.

The moment Yun Ming's soul power touched it, that film trembled slightly.

The next instant.

An irresistible force surged forth, directly "pushing" his thread of soul power out.

It wasn't a counterattack, nor was it an injury.

It was pure, unquestionable... rejection.

It was like reaching out to touch a sleeping cat; the cat wakes up, glances at you, and then bats your hand away.

Yun Ming was stunned.

He stood rooted to the spot, his hand still held in the position of hovering over Yun Jingheng's chest, a look of bewilderment appearing in his eyes for the first time.

A Limit Douluo, the pinnacle of the current era, had been... rejected by the martial soul of a six-year-old child?

Yun Jingheng was also stunned.

Because he had "seen" it.

The moment Yun Ming's soul power probed in for the second time, that moon hanging in the space had shifted slightly.

That feeling was hard to describe.

It was like you were daydreaming, and suddenly someone reached out to poke your face.

The first time you didn't react in time, so you let them poke you.

The second time they reached out again—

You turned your head and glared at them.

That was all.

That was exactly what the moon had done.

It just gave a light tremble, and Yun Ming's thread of soul power was "politely" shown the door.

There was no hostility, no attack, and it didn't even count as resistance.

It was simply... stop bothering me.

Yun Jingheng clearly felt the emotions of that moon.

It wasn't angry, nor was it vigilant.

It simply felt: Why is this person here again? How annoying.

And then it kicked the person out.

Yun Jingheng: "..."

That was a Limit Douluo.

You kicked him?

The moon gave no response, merely hanging there quietly as if nothing had happened.

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

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

Yun Ming remained in that posture, motionless.

Yun Jingheng also remained motionless, tilting his head to look at him with a hint of innocence and a trace of guilt in his eyes.

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, silent for three seconds.

Then, he smiled.

It was not a bitter smile, nor a helpless one, but a genuine, heartfelt... laugh.

"Interesting."

He said softly, his voice carrying a trace of excitement he hadn't even noticed himself.

"Truly interesting."

Yun Jingheng blinked. "Dad...?"

Yun Ming lowered his head, looking at the bewildered six-year-old child.

"Your martial soul has self-defense."

He spoke slowly, as if organizing his thoughts. "The first time I probed inside, it didn't react; it likely hadn't realized what was happening. 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 certain?"

"I am certain."

Yun Ming interrupted him, his gaze never leaving Yun Jingheng.

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

"What message?" Long Yeyue asked.

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

"It said..."

He cleared his throat, mimicking that indifferent, aloof tone:

"'Once is enough, don't push your luck.'"

The room fell into dead silence once again.

Feng Wuyu's mouth hung wide open.

Cai Yue'er instinctively covered her mouth.

Long Yeyue's eyes went round.

Ya Li...

Ya Li burst into laughter.

"So," she said, struggling to hold back her mirth as she looked at her husband.

"You were rejected by our son's martial soul?"

Yun Ming remained expressionless.

But the tips of his ears were slightly red.

"I... I'm going to find a spirit soul for Jingheng."