Old Man Flender! My Martial Soul is the China Crocodile!

"My good boy~"

"This year is the day you turn six and awaken your Martial Soul Hall, are you prepared?"

In an old, dilapidated room in Suotuo City.

Flender, wearing a single monocle, spoke to the youth before him.

Regardless of how the youth felt, he himself was quite excited.

The youth was named Fu Wen, an orphan Flender had picked up from the roadside six years ago.

Seeing that the child was pitiful and had no one to claim him, he felt a sense of compassion, and remembering he had no son of his own, he simply adopted him.

The name was also given by Flender.

There was one more thing Flender did not know: Fu Wen was not actually from this world; he was a transmigrator from Earth in China.

Coincidentally, his name in his previous life was also Fu Wen.

Perhaps this was some sort of arrangement of fate in the dark.

"Dad, I'm ready."

Fu Wen's expression was calm, but his eyes did indeed reveal a trace of anticipation and anxiety.

He anticipated it because, as a transmigrator, he hadn't received a system in these six years.

Could the martial soul awakening be his golden finger? Would a powerful martial soul appear, or perhaps something like Innate Full Soul Power?

He was anxious for the same reason—he feared he wouldn't awaken a good martial soul, or worse, have no soul power at all; that would be a disaster.

He had no desire to be an ordinary person sheltered in the arms of a Soul Saint powerhouse.

He was a transmigrator; he certainly wanted to become a powerhouse, defeat all opponents, roam the world, and live freely between heaven and earth.

Flender was an old hand after all, and he saw through Fu Wen's uneasy little thoughts at a glance.

He stepped forward to comfort him: "Don't worry, you are my son. Even if your martial soul isn't great, or even if you have no soul power, with me here, you will be able to live a life without worry."

Upon hearing this, Fu Wen couldn't help but roll his eyes and retort: "You're so poor you can't even rub two coins together, yet you want me to live without worry? You're a seven-ring Soul Saint and the dean of Shrek Academy; if you had just put in a little effort, we wouldn't have had to live here for the past six years—we would have been living in a luxury villa long ago."

Knowing the original story and having experienced these past six years firsthand, he had had enough of this bitter life.

A seven-ring Soul Saint! In this world, especially during the era of the first Douluo, Title Douluo basically never appeared, and Soul Douluo were almost never seen, so a seven-ring Soul Saint was the strongest combat force!

If he wanted to, he wouldn't even need to earn money himself. With a slight wave of his hand, a large group of people would rush over to offer money, build connections, and seek protection; he could easily bring in piles of cash.

In a place like Suotuo City, a Soul Saint like Flender was essentially a local emperor.

Cultivation was certainly important, but money was indispensable.

Wealth, companions, law, and land—wealth was ranked first.

The resources required for cultivation were inseparable from money!

"Cough, cough, you brat, don't bring up sore subjects. Your father just doesn't want to be bound by rules and regulations; I live freely. Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Hurry up and stand on the magic circle; I will awaken your martial soul personally."

Having his shortcomings exposed by his own son, Flender's face flushed, and he immediately waved his hand to interrupt.

He then shifted the topic back to the martial soul awakening.

Fu Wen couldn't be bothered to say more and obediently stood on the magic circle.

Flender's face was no longer playful; it became serious.

Because the martial soul awakening was a sacred moment.

Immediately after, he raised his hand, and seven awakening stones of different colors appeared, floating in an orderly fashion beside Fu Wen, supported by soul power.

Then, the hexagram array lit up.

At that very moment, Fu Wen closed his eyes and felt a torrent surging from within his body, extremely intense.

BOOM!

A terrifying energy shockwave erupted from within his body.

It forcibly knocked back Flender, the seven-ring Soul Saint.

"What a terrifying soul power energy shockwave, what is going on?!"

"Why would a martial soul awakening cause such a commotion!?"

Flender steadied himself, his pupils shrinking suddenly, revealing shock and confusion.

Over the years, he had awakened martial souls for many children, and such a thing had never happened before.

That it could happen to Fu Wen only meant that this martial soul was extraordinary!

He looked at Fu Wen, who stood within the array, eyes closed, as if frozen in place.

The next second, water waves suddenly surged from the ground.

The entire magic circle was swallowed by a wave of water. The water did not flow out; it simply circled around Fu Wen, shrouding him within it.

"Could the martial soul be water itself?" Flender was stunned.

After all, Fu Wen was a child he had picked up; he had no idea what his martial soul actually was.

What exactly were the martial spirits of his true parents?

At the same time, Fu Wen's consciousness was pulled into a strange space.

There were mountains and water here.

Before him, a colossal phantom of a crocodile that reached from the earth to the heavens was watching him.

The moment their eyes met, Fu Wen felt just how insignificant he was.

The next second, a flash of inherited memory appeared.

This place was called the Inheritance Space.

This heaven-reaching, earth-shattering giant crocodile was the China Divine Crocodile!

The ancestor of all crocodiles!

Moreover, this China Divine Crocodile possessed an innate great divine ability.

That was the Death Roll!

Once unleashed, he, as the master, would enter a state identical to the divine crocodile, becoming immune to being locked onto by any form of energy or non-energy attacks.

No enemy of any level could harm him; it was an invincible state that absolutely ignored gaps in power.

It would viciously bite the prey's head and roll frantically on the ground until the prey was dead.

However, if the gap in Soul Power Level or strength between the two parties was too great, it would be impossible to kill them.

Furthermore, for now, it could only be used once a day, and after use, he would enter a brief state of weakness.

Therefore, unless it was a last resort, it must never be used; this was his trump card for survival.

If he failed to kill the prey, then he, the hunter, would be the one to die.

Beyond this, he also obtained the inheritance technique of the China Divine Crocodile.

It was called the Innate Divine Crocodile Art!

To summarize simply, it allowed for simultaneous cultivation to strengthen one's soul power, physical body, and soul.

It was a combination of a mental cultivation method and a physical technique.

At the same time, once cultivated to the later stages, it could increase the age of one's spirit rings!

This was the most crucial part!

The Innate Divine Crocodile Art came with a god position starting at the Supreme God King level; as long as he cultivated step-by-step to the peak ninety-ninth level Peerless Douluo, he could initiate the inheritance ceremony and, without any trials, directly and painlessly inherit the position of a Supreme God King!

This god position had no upper limit for growth!

Furthermore, it was not under the jurisdiction of any God Realm, allowing him to roam the heavens and outer worlds freely!

At the same time, he would enjoy numerous benefits such as immortality, eternal youth, and indestructibility!

After the memory inheritance was complete.

Fu Wen's consciousness had been sent out of the Inheritance Space.

At the same time, from the vortex of water beneath him, a massive crocodile phantom emerged and hovered behind his back.

It was none other than the China Divine Crocodile!

"This is a crocodile!"

"Your martial spirit is actually a crocodile!"

The moment he locked eyes with the China Divine Crocodile, Flender felt his own martial spirit trembling in fear.

This was the crushing pressure of a superior's status over an inferior!

This crocodile, so massive and possessing such vast divine might, was definitely a top-tier martial spirit!

However, what he did not know was that in this world, the China Divine Crocodile belonged to the super-god-tier martial spirit sequence!

"Good, very good!"

"You have just awakened your martial spirit; maintaining its form will consume a great deal of your energy."

"With a thought, focus on drawing it back into your body, and you will be able to retract it."

"Come, Xiao Wen, reach out your hand and let's test your soul power."

Flender was overjoyed; he took a blue crystal ball, placed it in front of Fu Wen, and spoke.