Innate Soul Power Level 1

Heaven Dou Empire, Heding City, Martial Soul Hall branch.

On the wine-red lamb's wool carpet lay a formation pattern woven with gold and silver threads. A nervous Zhang Yang stood still in the center of the formation as instructed.

He couldn't help but be nervous; in this world of Douluo Continent, a person's future was decided the moment their martial soul awakened.

Only with soul power could one speak of a future.

As a transmigrator, Zhang Yang also wanted to sleep on the knees of beauties and wake up to hold the power of the world in his hands in this realm where supreme power belonged to the individual.

But without soul power, everything was just empty talk.

Ignoring the tension on Zhang Yang's face, the Martial Soul Hall deacon, dressed in a white martial outfit, raised his hand and injected a stream of soul power.

The pale purple soul power flowed like water along the patterns on the ground, circling once. Then, a hazy golden radiance erupted from the floor patterns, forming a pale golden light barrier that enveloped Zhang Yang.

Inside the magic circle, Zhang Yang's previously nervous expression instantly calmed.

Then, as if something had broken out of his brain, Zhang Yang felt a coolness wash over his mind, and all the warm energy surged out from the palm of his right hand.

Zhang Yang raised his right hand, and a strange weapon, 1.12 meters long and spliced from metal and solid wood, floated quietly in his palm.

Zhang Yang opened his eyes and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "Holy crap!"

Beside the martial soul awakening ceremony stood several middle-aged men in their forties with upright postures, accompanying a middle-aged couple.

The group had been chatting casually, but as Zhang Yang's martial soul awakened, everyone looked over involuntarily.

The Martial Soul Hall deacon responsible for the awakening looked at Zhang Lingyue: "This is a strange tool-type martial soul I have never seen before. Its appearance is refined and unique, and it looks very textured."

A middle-aged man nearby smiled: "Congratulations, Lingyue. Zhang Yang's martial soul looks much higher-grade than your axe."

The man in the middle-aged couple showed a proud expression, and the smile on the face of his wife, who was tucked under his arm, became even more brilliant.

Whether the details of a martial soul are fine often determines the quality of the martial soul to a large extent.

The fact that Zhang Yang's martial soul looked so high-grade and textured meant that this martial soul must be very powerful.

A powerful martial soul meant that his Innate Soul Power could not be low.

Although no one had seen this strange-looking martial soul before, that was not an issue.

There were plenty of martial souls that people hadn't seen; there was nothing to make a fuss about.

The golden light gradually faded, and the Martial Soul Hall deacon flipped his hand to produce a crystal ball: "Use your intent to retract your martial soul, then place your right hand on this."

Zhang Yang snapped back to reality, thinking to himself, M14, return.

Following Zhang Yang's mental command, the M14 Lord in his hand vanished instantly.

Seeing Zhang Yang retract his martial soul into his body so easily, everyone revealed satisfied expressions.

Being so talented at controlling a martial soul meant the child had great potential.

Everyone was already calculating what to say to congratulate Zhang Lingyue and his wife once Zhang Yang finished testing his Innate Soul Power.

Zhang Yang obediently placed his palm on the crystal ball. The next moment, a faint blue light radiated from within.

The transparent blue crystal ball emitted a soft blue glow, indescribably beautiful.

But the expressions of those around him froze instantly.

"This..." The expressions of everyone present turned stiff, and many secretly glanced at Zhang Lingyue and his wife.

At some point, the pride and joy on Zhang Lingyue's face had vanished, replaced by helplessness.

His wife, tucked under his arm, covered her mouth with both hands, her exposed eyes filled with astonishment.

"Innate Soul Power... Level 1."

Level 1.

Zhang Yang, wearing an "I don't know what happened" expression, walked over to his parents.

His mother, Zhu Ranqing, knelt down and pulled Zhang Yang into her arms, tears streaming down her face and wetting Zhang Yang's clothes.

Seeing his wife sobbing while holding their son, Zhang Lingyue could only stroke Zhang Yang's hair.

Zhang Lingyue's parents and even his ancestors were farmers who could not awaken Innate Soul Power.

Without any accidents, Zhang Lingyue's life should have been the same as his parents': unable to awaken Innate Soul Power, laboring in the fields, and living out a life without a single ripple.

But fate gave him a chance. At the 6-year-old martial soul awakening ceremony, Zhang Lingyue was lucky enough to awaken 5 levels of soul power.

With five levels of soul power and an axe martial soul, Zhang Lingyue met the requirements to become an assault-type battle soul master.

The Martial Soul Hall deacon who awakened him brought Zhang Lingyue to the Martial Soul Hall and sent him to a specialized Martial Soul Hall academy for study.

After more than 30 years of cultivation and hard work, the 40-something Zhang Lingyue was now a level 53 soul master, serving as the deputy hall master at the Heding City Martial Soul Hall branch.

He was considered a significant figure in all of Heding City.

For a farmer's son to reach this point, it could be said that Zhang Lingyue's life was complete.

However, in Zhang Lingyue's heart, there had always been a worry that could not be told to outsiders.

That was his child.

Zhang Lingyue was the only person in the Zhang family in a hundred years to possess soul master talent; it could be said that Zhang Lingyue was merely an accident for the Zhang family.

He had always worried that his child would be unable to inherit his talent as a spirit master.

It turned out his fears were well-founded.

His child probably did not yet understand what an Innate Soul Power of level 1 truly signified.

Yet, seeing his mother looking as if the sky had collapsed, Zhang Yang instead wiped away Zhu Ranqing's tears and said, "Mom, don't cry, it's alright."

This was because Zhang Yang's golden finger had arrived.

As Zhang Yang focused his mind, a pale blue light screen suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Yes, along with the awakening of Zhang Yang's martial soul, there was also a pale blue light screen that only he could see.

His exclamation of "Holy crap" had been due to his surprise at the way his golden finger had manifested.

What a little rascal.

On the light screen, the six-year-old Zhang Yang was dressed in camouflage, holding Lord M14, and standing in a hall styled like a sanctuary.

A crystal chandelier overhead provided light, while the cream-colored walls were adorned with red banners detailed in gold and silver thread. There were stained-glass windows, and beneath his feet lay a dark red wool carpet.

Surrounding him were various tabs identical to the standby interface of Delta Force.

In the bottom right corner of the light screen, a dark gray tab caught Zhang Yang's attention.

"No Target"

"Loadout" "Deploy"

This familiar interface left Zhang Yang even more silent.

As a former Delta Force assault master, Zhang Yang had not seen this interface for six years.

Seeing it so suddenly, his heart was filled with a complex mix of emotions.

Zhang Yang silently thought "Loadout," and the light screen instantly shifted to another, even more familiar interface.

In the center of the screen, Zhang Yang appeared in simple gear, with slots for a helmet, body armor, backpack, and tactical vest on the left.

The right side of the screen, however, had changed.

The slots for two long guns and a handgun had vanished, replaced by two translucent magic circle patterns.

In the center of the first magic circle, a blue hand axe was displayed quietly.

In the bottom left corner of the equipment grid, a small line of text read: "Martial Soul-M14."

The second magic circle was empty, with a small line of text in the bottom right corner reading: "None."

Below the Black Sea, there was a slot for "Carried Meds."

Zhang Yang tried tapping the armor equipment slot.

"You have not yet unlocked armor. Please try again after completing the tutorial."

Not unlocked?

Puzzled, Zhang Yang tapped the slots for the helmet, backpack, chest rig, and medicine, only to receive the same "not unlocked" prompt.

A tutorial?

Having finished looking at the loadout interface, Zhang Yang checked the others before closing the screen; it was better to study his golden finger in a secure environment.

The awakening ceremony had concluded, and Zhang Lingyue and his wife did not linger at Martial Soul Hall, leaving directly from the place that had brought the Zhang family such sorrow.

Back home, Zhang Yang used the excuse of being "tired" to return to his room, leaving Zhang Lingyue and Zhu Ranqing in the living room, looking troubled.

Now that he was home, he could finally study his golden finger in peace.

Zhang Yang looked at the series of tabs at the top of the initial interface: "Start Game," "Stash," "Department," "Market," "Special Operations," and "Tutorial."

"Tutorial?" Zhang Yang wondered aloud. "Does a game have a tutorial? And where is my gunsmithing bench? Where is my operator selection interface?"

Although it didn't match the game interface from his memories, Zhang Yang didn't dwell on it too much.

There was no gunsmithing bench, but there was a tutorial.

Zhang Yang promised himself that this was the time he would respect a tutorial more than ever in both his lives.

He guaranteed he wouldn't skip a single second.

With this resolve, Zhang Yang mentally tapped "Tutorial."

"Linkin Park."

In an instant, Zhang Yang felt his vision go black, and by the time he regained his senses, he found himself already on a helicopter.

Then, the voice of the command center rang in Zhang Yang's ears: "Operator, you are approaching the operation site."

"This mission has a high difficulty level; you must acquire supplies on your own."

"The Silent Forest operation area has never been extensively explored by humans; it is a world belonging solely to spirit beasts."

"Collect biological and plant samples within the area as much as possible, or defeat spirit beasts to obtain supplies from them. If you are defeated, you will lose all the supplies you are carrying."

"Be sure to reach the extraction point and evacuate within the time limit."

"Remember the rules of survival: Engage, loot, and get out!"

Zhang Yang swore this was the most attentively he had ever listened to the command center; he firmly etched every word they said into his mind.

Then, the helicopter cabin door was pulled open, and the rappelling rope was hooked and kicked out. Zhang Yang's body moved forward uncontrollably, grabbing the rope and descending directly to the ground.

By the time Zhang Yang regained control of his body, he had already appeared in a forest dappled with light and shadow.