Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone as a Congratulatory Gift, Designated Grandson-in-Law?

Qin Yao nodded, organizing his thoughts.

"My Martial Soul is named Amethyst Winged Lion King; it is a mutated Martial Soul with the fire attribute."

He paused, considering his phrasing.

"The domain from just a moment ago is called the Amethyst Heaven-Burning Domain."

"Amethyst Winged Lion King." Qian Daoliu repeated the name. "I have never heard of such a Martial Soul."

"Big Brother, could it be an atavism of an ancient beast Martial Soul?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo leaned in.

"I have heard that some families, after being passed down for a certain number of generations, occasionally experience atavism, awakening the primitive Martial Soul of their ancestors."

Qian Daoliu shook his head.

"Atavism does not change the attributes of a Martial Soul. While the Blazing Lion is indeed fire-attributed, the flames of this Amethyst Winged Lion King are completely different from ordinary fire.

You all should have felt it just now; that purple flame possesses extreme corrosiveness and suppression."

"Indeed."

Azure Luan Douluo finally regained his composure.

"My Azure Luan is wind-attributed. Just now, within the range of that domain, I clearly felt the flow of my own soul power slow down.

For Xiao Yao's innate domain to be able to affect me—it is truly inconceivable."

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly.

He had lived for over a hundred years; what kind of geniuses had he not seen?

Yet, this child, Qin Yao, had truly exceeded his expectations.

A mutated Martial Soul, an innate domain, and Innate Full Soul Power—to have all three gathered in one person, one could not find a second such individual across the entire continent.

More importantly, this child was one of their own in Martial Soul Hall.

Qian Daoliu had already made his calculations.

Xue'er would inherit Martial Soul Hall in the future, and she must have sufficiently powerful people to assist her. If Qin Yao were cultivated properly, he would surely become an incredibly powerful Titled Douluo in the future.

He might even have the opportunity to break through to become a Peerless Douluo!

By then, as both a bloodline of the Worship Hall and Xue'er's right-hand man, the foundation of Martial Soul Hall would only become more secure.

Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu took something out from the soul tool ring on his finger.

A complete bone emitting a crimson-gold light lay quietly in his palm.

"Xiao Yao, come here."

Qin Yao stepped forward, and before he could clearly see what was in Qian Daoliu's hand, a majestic wave of energy surged toward him.

A Soul Bone!

And it was definitely not an ordinary Soul Bone.

Qin Yao's pupils constricted.

"Let this Soul Bone serve as a congratulatory gift for your Martial Soul awakening."

Qian Daoliu's tone was indifferent, as if this Soul Bone were not worth much at all.

Before Qin Yao could offer his thanks, Mighty Lion Douluo Qin Xiong spoke up first.

"Big Brother! Is this that 100,000-year Blazing Griffin Left Arm Bone?"

Qian Daoliu glanced at him.

"Mm. You all already have full sets of Soul Bones, and Xue'er will not need to absorb other Soul Bones in the future. Since this bone is just sitting with me, it is better to give it to Xiao Yao."

Qin Xiong laughed aloud. "Xiao Yao! Why aren't you thanking your Great-Grandfather yet!"

Qin Yao snapped out of his daze and bowed once more.

"Thank you, Great-Grandfather!"

But his heart was already churning like a stormy sea.

A 100,000-year left arm bone, Blazing Griffin, fire-attributed—it was a perfect match for his Amethyst Winged Lion King. If he absorbed this, his potential would be elevated once again.

This Great-Grandfather was simply too generous.

"Alright, alright. Since Big Brother has already given a gift, we cannot be too stingy."

Golden Crocodile Douluo stroked his chin and took a jade box from his own storage ring.

"This is a Fire Ganoderma; it is of great benefit to the cultivation of fire-attributed soul masters. Xiao Yao, take it."

Qin Yao accepted it with both hands. "Thank you, Second Great-Grandfather!"

The Third Worship, Azure Luan Douluo, handed over a yellowed booklet.

"These are the flight combat techniques I compiled when I was young. Your Martial Soul has wings on its back, so you will certainly find them useful."

"Thank you, Third Great-Grandfather!"

The Fifth Elder, Light Feather Douluo, tossed over a small, delicate box:

"Inside are three Ice Crystal Arrows I crafted myself; they can save your life at a critical moment. Don't waste them."

"Thank you, Fifth Grandfather!"

The Sixth Elder, Thousand Jun Douluo, and the Seventh Elder, Falling Devil Douluo, exchanged a glance and spoke in unison:

"We have jointly gifted you a set of insights on staff techniques. Although you don't use a staff, the force-exertion techniques and footwork within are universal."

Qin Yao thanked them one by one, his arms already full of items.

Qin Xiong watched from the side, his mouth stretching to his ears, and slapped Qin Yao on the back, nearly knocking the six-year-old's small frame to the ground.

"Haha! My grandson is truly blessed!"

Qin Yao stumbled forward, thinking to himself: Grandfather, could you please watch your strength? I'm only six years old!

Golden Crocodile Douluo said helplessly, "Old Four, go easy. Don't break the child."

"Heh, I'm just happy!"

Qian Daoliu waved his hand:

"Alright, that is all for today. Old Four, you and I shall discuss Xiao Yao's training plan. This child's talent must not be wasted. Starting tomorrow, the cultivation resources of the Worship Hall will be fully open to him."

Qin Xiong nodded heavily: "Rest assured, Big Brother!"

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

During these six years, Qin Yao poured almost all his energy into cultivation.

With the seven elders taking turns to guide him, the top-tier resources of the Worship Hall, and Qin Yao's own extraordinary talent, his soul power growth rate was nothing short of terrifying.

During this period, Qin Yao also did one other thing.

He shared the method of body tempering with Whale Rubber from his past life's memories with Qin Xiong.

Whale Rubber is obtained from deep-sea whale-type soul beasts; when softened by fire and consumed, it can greatly strengthen the physical body, and a stronger body allows a soul master to absorb soul rings of higher age limits.

Qin Xiong was skeptical at first, but with Qian Daoliu's support, Martial Soul Hall utilized its maritime resources, and the feasibility of the method was indeed verified.

From then on, Qin Yao began tempering his body with Whale Rubber.

The effects were immediate.

Now, at twelve years old, Qin Yao was nearly 1.9 meters tall.

People on the Douluo Continent matured early, and soul masters even more so.

Coupled with the dual blessings of his Lion Clan bloodline and the Whale Rubber tempering, the twelve-year-old Qin Yao looked no different from an adult.

He had dark purple hair, sharp, well-defined facial features, and an aura of authority radiated from his entire being.

As for Qin Yao's soul power, it was level 43.

His soul ring configuration was even more shocking: Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black.

In this era, a twelve-year-old level 43 Soul Ancestor with such a heaven-defying soul ring combination could not be found anywhere else on the continent.

On this day, at the Worship Hall.

Qin Yao had just finished his daily cultivation and was preparing to return to his quarters when Qian Daoliu sent someone to summon him.

"Great Grandfather, what did you call me for?"

Qin Yao walked into Qian Daoliu's private hall and found Qin Xiong there as well. His grandfather's expression was very strange; he couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth, looking as if he were holding back some great joy.

Qian Daoliu sat in the main seat and got straight to the point: "Xiao Yao, I intend to propose to the Pope Palace that you be named the Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall."

Qin Yao paused in his tracks.

Holy Son?

The Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall was no simple title. It represented the status of the core successor of the next generation of Martial Soul Hall, with a position second only to the Pope and the Elders.

"Great Grandfather, this..."

"You are worthy of it."

Qian Daoliu's tone allowed for no negotiation.

"Twelve years old, level 43, innate domain, mutated martial soul—looking across the entire younger generation of Martial Soul Hall, no one is more suitable than you."