Su Yuntao's Golden Rice Bowl

Time flew by, and three years passed in the blink of an eye.

The four little ones who were always huddled together in Qi Ban Hall had grown; three of them had reached the age of six, the customary age for martial soul awakening on Douluo Continent.

Only the youngest, Oupai, who was the grandson of Guang Ling Douluo, had just turned five. Being a full year younger than the others, he should have waited until next year for the awakening ceremony, yet he had tagged along to join in the excitement.

The awakening hall exclusive to Martial Soul Hall had been scrubbed spotless. The floor was paved with white jade that shone like a mirror, and six pitch-black circular stones were neatly arranged in the center of the hall, forming a standard awakening array.

Most of the Title Douluo, who were rarely seen on ordinary days, had come today. Ju Douluo, Gui Douluo, Guang Ling Douluo, and the brothers Qian Jun and Falling Devil stood in rows on either side. In the main seat sat Bibi Dong, draped in her black and red Adjudicator robes. Her aura was biting and cold, yet she would occasionally lower her head to look at Tang San standing beside her, her eyes hiding a tenderness that could not be melted.

Gui Mengguan and Qian Gujue, the two six-year-olds, stood in the front row. Oupai was tugging on Qian Gujue's sleeve, swaying back and forth. On the surface, the three transmigrators were behaving properly, but inside, their minds were already scrolling frantically.

Help, we've finally reached the martial soul awakening stage! I've been practicing the basic breathing techniques for three years until I'm sick of it. Whether I can walk sideways through Martial Soul Hall depends on today! Gui Mengguan secretly nudged Qian Gujue with his elbow, whispering in a breathy voice.

Qian Gujue kept his face taut, his lips barely moving as the words squeezed through his teeth: "Stop talking. I'm so nervous my palms are sweating. If I awaken a trash martial soul like a hoe or a sickle, my grandfather, Falling Devil Douluo, might throw me into the Clear Sky Sect to learn the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer until I die."

Oupai nodded frantically beside them, his small body trembling slightly, and added in a whisper: "I'm even more panicked! I'm only five. I was supposed to awaken next year, but I told my grandfather yesterday that I could feel my martial soul and should be able to awaken. He nearly beat my bottom into a flower! If I can't awaken anything later, I'll be humiliated!"

Just as the three were whispering, a faint sound of footsteps came from the side door of the hall.

Everyone looked toward the sound to see a young girl dressed in a moon-white long dress with gold trim. Her golden hair cascaded like a waterfall, her features were exquisite and beautiful, and a faint, sacred aura surrounded her. It was none other than Qian Daoliu's granddaughter, the future successor to the Angel God—Qian Renxue.

Following behind her was a younger girl with similar brows and eyes but a more lively temperament; it was her younger sister, Qian Yexue.

The two walked slowly to Qian Daoliu's side and stood still. Qian Renxue raised her eyes to scan the four children in the hall. Her gaze paused on Tang San for a brief moment before she politely withdrew it and stood quietly, showing not a hint of arrogance, let alone the gloom and schemes hidden in her bones from the original work.

The three transmigrators froze instantly, a thunderclap seemingly exploding in their minds.

Holy crap! Qian Renxue?! I almost forgot about this legendary big boss! Gui Mengguan's eyes went round, his inner voice screaming, In the original story, she would have already infiltrated the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace by now to start her plan to usurp the country! Why is she still safely staying in Martial Soul Hall?! As expected of a magic-modified world; the Big Brother has broken all the rotten plot points!

It's fine, it's fine. At least she isn't going to usurp the country. Otherwise, ending up with a shattered godhood and death would be too much of a pity. Qian Gujue felt a sense of relief, but then his nerves tightened again. No, we must not let our mouths slip. If we are exposed and targeted by the Angel family, ten lives wouldn't be enough for us!

Oupai nodded frantically, instantly straightening his back even more, pretending to be the most well-behaved and harmless baby, not even daring to glance around.

Just then, a hearty, resonant shout came from outside the hall, accompanied by steady footsteps. A middle-aged man wearing the robes of a Martial Soul Hall external elder strode in.

He held an awakening scroll in his hand, a confident, professional smile on his face. His steps were steady, and although his soul power was less than level forty, he showed no stage fright in front of a room full of Title Douluo. He bowed skillfully to everyone: "Subordinate Su Yuntao pays respects to the Grand Elder, the Adjudicator Elder, and all the Title Douluo lords!"

The three transmigrators collectively petrified again, their eyeballs nearly popping out. They hurriedly lowered their heads and covered their mouths, forcefully swallowing the laughter that had reached their lips. Su Yuntao?! The Blind Douluo Su Yuntao?!

Holy crap! That little deacon from the original work who couldn't even recognize the Blue Silver Emperor has now made it to the elder establishment?! And an external elder at that! The Big Brother has actually recruited and regularized the top dog of the awakening world!

Hilarious, as expected, the iron rice bowl is the way to go! This is the real establishment; a background character in the original, but promoted to an elder in the fanfic!

It's over, it's over. My DNA is moving. That line, "Martial soul awakening, extend your right hand," is coming! How does the old saying go? One word of "trash martial soul" from the Blind Douluo, and the God King position is guaranteed! We're safe this time! We're safe!

Su Yuntao was clearly accustomed to big scenes. After bowing to the group of Title Douluo, he turned and walked to the center of the awakening array. He skillfully opened the scroll, placed the six awakening stones in their positions, and injected his soul power. Golden light instantly erupted from the array, forming a pale golden light shield.

"Alright children, don't be nervous!" Su Yuntao gave the four children his signature kind smile and said loudly, "I am your awakening master, Su Yuntao. Now, listen to my instructions and take it one step at a time. I guarantee I'll measure your martial souls clearly! Young Master Qian Gu, you go first! Extend your right hand, focus your mind, feel the power within your body, and draw it out!"

Qian Gujue took a deep breath, his palms sweating from nervousness. He obediently walked into the center of the array, extended his right hand, and closed his eyes to focus.

After only a moment, dazzling golden light burst from his palm. A pitch-black phantom of a long staff, carved with coiling dragon patterns, slowly emerged. The moment the staff appeared, it carried a heavy pressure that made the ground tremble slightly.

"Tool martial soul! Coiling Dragon Staff!"

Su Yuntao's eyes lit up, and he immediately announced loudly, "It is a top-tier assault-type tool martial soul! It shares the same origin as Lord Falling Devil Douluo's martial soul! Good! A good seedling!"

Falling Devil Douluo jumped up from his chair on the spot, laughing heartily and patting the shoulder of the nearby Qian Jun Douluo, his voice loud enough to deafen ears: "Did you hear that! My grandson! Coiling Dragon Staff! Top-tier assault martial soul! I told you this kid was good material!"

Qian Jun Douluo rolled his eyes helplessly and undermined him: "Alright, stop shouting. The whole hall heard you. Measure his innate soul power first."

Su Yuntao immediately took out a crystal ball and handed it to Qian Gujue: "Come, Young Master Qian Gu, put your hand on it and focus on injecting your soul power."