The Genius with Innate Full Soul Power

After a dizzying spin, Ye Tian returned to the familiar mental space.

The moment he appeared, Dong'er's spirit body manifested right beside him, staring at him without even blinking.

"What, stunned?" Ye Tian teased the little girl, who had grown quite a bit taller.

"Brother Ye Tian!"

Only when Ye Tian spoke did Dong'er finally confirm this wasn't a dream. She cheered and threw herself into Ye Tian's arms, clutching him tightly as she savored the long-lost warmth, unable to find words for a long time.

"Our Dong'er has grown so tall; next time, you'll be a grown young lady." After comforting the little girl for a while, Ye Tian patted her head and teased her.

"I'm super strong now! None of the kids at the orphanage can beat me!" Dong'er tilted her head back, her face practically begging for praise.

"Impressive, truly impressive."

Dong'er pulled away from Ye Tian's embrace but kept her hands firmly locked around his arm, terrified he might vanish again. She chattered away, recounting everything that had happened since Ye Tian last left.

Only then did Ye Tian realize that while seven days had passed for him in the dream, half a year had already gone by for Dong'er. No wonder the little girl was so clingy.

"Brother Ye Tian, Aunt Lan said that people from Martial Soul Hall are coming tomorrow to guide us in awakening our Martial Souls."

"Brother Ye Tian, what is a Martial Soul?"

"The awakening of a Martial Soul determines whether you will be an ordinary person or a peerless expert who stands at the pinnacle."

"Remember that old wolf we killed before?"

Dong'er nodded. "Brother Ye Tian, you said that white ring was a Spirit Ring."

"Correct. After a Spirit Master awakens, they can absorb one Spirit Ring every ten levels. The age of the Spirit Ring one can absorb depends on the Spirit Master's strength and physical constitution."

Ye Tian broke down the knowledge of Martial Souls to feed it to Dong'er, talking until nightfall. If Ye Tian hadn't pretended to be angry, Dong'er wouldn't have been willing to sleep.

After coaxing the little girl to sleep, Ye Tian learned from the system that he would be staying for fifteen days this time. Fortunately, for his own world, only one night had passed since his dream began.

Yun Shu began to ponder how to plan Dong'er's cultivation after her awakening.

First was her physical constitution. Beyond daily conditioning and medicinal baths, things like Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Rubber could be arranged.

Right, Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Rubber would be effective for him, too!

Yun Shu had been so annoyed by that master and disciple pair that he had almost forgotten this treasure. Currently, no one knew that Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Rubber could improve one's physical constitution; it was only used for bedroom matters.

What a complete waste of a treasure!

Ye Tian opened the mall and searched for Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Rubber, quickly seeing its price.

A single jin of Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Rubber actually cost 1000 Fate Points!

Ye Tian searched for cultivation techniques similar to the Tang Sect's, and they only cost 800 Fate Points.

This system was truly a rip-off!

Finally, he looked at the 3600 Fate Points remaining in his hand and gritted his teeth, exchanging them for a technique worth 3000 Fate Points.

This technique, titled Nine-Turn Spirit Refining, had a cultivation speed 1.5 times faster than Tang San's technique. Furthermore, each completed turn would condense the spirit, eventually forming a nine-story pagoda in the mind to guard the soul.

The final description of the technique stated that once Nine-Turn Spirit Refining reached perfection, it could not be broken unless the opponent was two tiers higher than the host.

On Douluo Continent, two tiers meant a gap of twenty levels. But as long as Dong'er could cultivate to become a Titled Douluo, her soul would be safe forever.

Moreover, once this technique was exchanged, it could be taught to two people, meaning it only cost him 1800 Fate Points per person—not a bad deal at all.

When Dong'er woke up, Ye Tian took out the Skill Transmission Jade Slip and, as Dong'er rushed over, pressed it directly against her forehead. The next second, Dong'er immediately fell into a state of epiphany.

A long while later, Dong'er opened her eyes, her gaze flickering with curiosity.

"Brother Ye Tian, what was that in my head just now?"

"It's a cultivation technique. Since you're awakening your Martial Soul today, consider it a gift from Brother Ye Tian in advance. You must keep this to yourself; don't tell anyone else."

"Mm-hmm, Dong'er knows."

Dong'er still wanted to talk to Brother Ye Tian, but suddenly she heard Aunt Lan calling from outside the door.

"Dong'er?"

"Dong'er, aren't you up yet? Come eat breakfast quickly! The adults from Martial Soul Hall will be here soon!"

"I'm up, Aunt Lan!"

Answering the door, Dong'er waved at Ye Tian.

"Brother Ye Tian, let's talk more later!"

Through Dong'er's vision, Ye Tian watched as she finished breakfast and was led by Aunt Lan to a reception room along with six other six-year-old children.

Not long after they entered, a young man of about thirty pushed the door open and walked in.

"Lord Mo, thank you for coming to the orphanage. These are the children who reached the age requirement this year." Seeing the visitor, Aunt Lan stepped forward to greet him warmly.

"Aunt Lan, what 'Lord Mo'? You should still call me Little Mo, just like when I was a child."

Lord Mo smiled and spoke to the children; it turned out he had also been a child at the orphanage, raised under Aunt Lan's care just like them.

Lord Mo shared his experiences, and the look in Dong'er and the others' eyes grew much closer.

"Now, starting from the one closest to me, everyone come over and place your hand on the crystal."

Lord Mo produced a crystal ball, channeling his soul power into it.

The children exchanged glances and lined up one by one. Because she was standing far away, Dong'er was at the very end of the line.

"Martial Soul: Hoe. Innate Soul Power: Level 0. Cannot cultivate."

"Martial Soul: Rusted Sword. Innate Soul Power: Level 1. Cannot cultivate."

Watching child after child fail, a hint of regret appeared in Lord Mo's eyes. As expected, the probability of finding a genius among commoners was simply too low.

Soon, it was Dong'er's turn. She stepped forward and placed her palm on the crystal ball. The next second, the surface of the crystal erupted with a dazzling light.

Dong'er felt as if something within her was being drawn out, surging toward the crystal ball.

The next moment, a ferocious, massive spider appeared above the crystal ball.

Lord Mo stared at the blinding crystal ball in his hands, looking back and forth between Dong'er and the Martial Soul hovering above her. His voice trembled with excitement.

"Innate Full Soul Power! And this Martial Soul... it is the legendary Death Spider Emperor!"

"Child, what is your name?"

"Do, Dong'er."

"Little Mo, calm yourself! You're scaring Dong'er!"

Aunt Lan snatched Dong'er away from Lord Mo and glared at him.

He was a grown man, yet he was still acting so jumpy. Had he forgotten that Dong'er was only six years old?

Lord Mo apologized repeatedly, rubbing his nose with a look of embarrassment.

"Aunt Lan, Dong'er's talent is exceptional. I will report this upward; she might even have the chance to study at the Holy City."

"Understood."

Aunt Lan replied perfunctorily, hugging Dong'er to comfort her. "Don't be afraid, Dong'er. Little Mo is just too excited."

Dong'er gave a soft hum, her lowered eyes as calm as ever.