The White Stone of the Ancients

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, main assembly hall.

Today is the grand day of Martial Soul awakening. All children of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan who have reached the age of six are gathered here. Dozens of children stand in rows, their youthful faces etched with nervousness and excitement.

Among the crowd, one ordinary-looking boy stands out, surrounded by a group of children like stars orbiting the moon, several peers chattering around him.

The boy lifts his chin slightly. Though he shows no sign of arrogance, the innate confidence in his brow is clear to everyone.

Yu Hong watches Yu Xiaogang, who is surrounded by the group of children not far away, looking forward to seeing him awaken Luo Sanpao.

That Yu Xiaogang is like this now is only natural.

As the legitimate son of Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen, he is truly the apple of the clan's eye.

Not to mention his peers who are eager to crowd around him, even the elders often smile and praise him with remarks like "a tiger father produces no dog sons" when they see him.

At the head of the hall, Clan Leader Yu Yuanzhen sits in the main seat, with the clan elders and core members seated in order to his left and right. At this moment, their gazes are all fixed upon Yu Xiaogang.

"Big brother, little Xiaogang has been clever since he was small. I reckon that in today's awakening, his Innate Soul Power will be at least level seven or higher," Yu Luomian says with a chuckle.

Inwardly, he curses Yu Xiaogang, hoping his Innate Soul Power is only level one.

He craves the position of Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan leader far too much; if Yu Xiaogang is a genius, then Yu Xiaogang is the next clan leader.

Yu Yuanzhen nods in satisfaction and speaks slowly: "The level of Innate Soul Power is not important. As long as the Martial Soul awakening goes smoothly and he practices diligently in the future, he will always achieve something."

Though he says this, everyone present knows that the level of Innate Soul Power almost determines a Soul Master's future ceiling.

The reason the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan can rank among the Upper Three Sects is due to their top-tier beast Martial Soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, passed down through generations, and the generally high Innate Soul Power of the clan's descendants.

However, in recent years, the clan's descendants have grown weaker with each passing year, and there is a desperate need for a genius to carry the banner.

Yu Yuanzhen himself possessed Innate Full Soul Power and is now a level 93 Titled Douluo.

If Yu Xiaogang can inherit his talent, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will have successors for the next several hundred years.

"The time has come. Begin," Yu Yuanzhen waves his hand.

The Third Elder, Yu Qingming, who is responsible for presiding over the awakening ceremony, walks slowly to the front of the formation and proclaims loudly: "Today's Martial Soul awakening is a major annual event for our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. All children who have reached the age of six, come forward in order and receive your Martial Soul awakening!"

As his voice falls, the children immediately quiet down, holding their breath in concentration.

The first child called walks forward timidly and stands in the center of the formation.

After awakening the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, the boy undergoes the soul power test.

"Yu Xiaofeng, Martial Soul Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon! Innate Soul Power, level three!" Yu Qingming announces loudly.

A round of polite applause rings out in the hall.

Although level three Innate Soul Power is not outstanding, it is the standard, respectable level for a clan descendant.

The children come forward one after another to awaken, most possessing the inherited Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul.

Many have no soul power, and those who do generally fluctuate between level three and level five.

Among them, a girl awakens the Thunder Falcon Martial Soul with an Innate Soul Power as high as level six, causing a stir in the hall as several elders nod in approval.

Soon, it is Yu Hong's turn.

Yu Hong feels nervous, secretly praying that he possesses soul power.

If he has no soul power, he is finished.

Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well?

Don't dream. Why would a piece of trash be able to obtain the immortal herbs from the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well?

Yu Hong enters the formation, and the elder injects soul power to help him awaken his Martial Soul.

Light envelops Yu Hong, and he feels something shatter within his body.

When Yu Hong opens his eyes, a Jade Egg appears before him.

Yu Hong: "???"

What is going on? Why is his Martial Soul a Jade Egg?

Wait, this Jade Egg looks so familiar; he feels as if he has seen it somewhere before.

He remembers: it is the White Stone of the Ancients!

As a Blue-Eyes White Dragon player, how could he not recognize this White Stone of the Ancients?

Yu Hong thinks to himself, he must make his Martial Soul evolve into a Blue-Eyes White Dragon.

The thought of an externalized Blue-Eyes White Dragon Martial Soul alone feels incredibly powerful.

The others were left bewildered by the sight; it was the first time they had ever witnessed a Martial Soul that could exist independently of its host.

Yu Hong walks to the crystal ball and places his hand upon it.

The next second, the crystal ball emits a faint glow.

"Yu Hong, Martial Soul Jade Egg, Innate Soul Power 0.5," Yu Qingming says loudly.

Everyone's gaze focuses on Yu Hong, their eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

0.5?

What kind of concept was this?

Possessing soul power, yet it was practically equivalent to having none at all.

With talent like this, it was likely as difficult as ascending to the heavens to even become the most mediocre Spirit Master.

After a brief silence, an irrepressible sound of snickering erupted from the crowd.

The children who had just awakened three or four levels of Innate Soul Power looked at Yu Hong now with eyes full of undisguised superiority.

"Pfft... hahahaha!" A particularly jarring burst of laughter shattered the atmosphere in the hall, filled with arrogance and contempt.

Everyone looked toward the sound to see Yu Xiaogang clutching his stomach, hunched over in an exaggerated posture, his small face flushed bright red from laughing.

Yu Xiaogang pointed a finger unceremoniously at Yu Hong, who stood not far away.

"Trash! Yu Hong, you are nothing but a massive piece of trash!" Yu Xiaogang laughed until tears almost streamed down his face. He straightened his back and shouted in a tone that sounded almost like a verdict: "0.5 levels of Innate Soul Power? And you awakened a broken egg? This is simply the funniest joke I've heard all year! Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been completely humiliated by a piece of trash like you! If I were you, I'd just bash my head against a wall and die."

Yu Hong stood rooted to the spot as the sounds of mockery and pointing fingers surged toward him like a tide, yet his heart was surprisingly calm.

It's no big deal. Once my Martial Soul Evolution turns me into a Blue-Eyes White Dragon, you lot can just wait to get slapped in the face.

Yu Xiaogang and Yu Hong had never gotten along since they were children.

As the direct descendant of the Clan Master, Yu Xiaogang was surrounded by sycophants and accustomed to everyone's obedience and flattery.

Yu Hong, however, never participated in their little cliques; in Yu Xiaogang's eyes, this independence was a silent provocation.

Resentment had built up for a long time, and now, it had finally found the perfect outlet.

The upper echelons of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan showed little reaction to this scene, as Yu Hong was, after all, merely an ordinary disciple.

Yu Hong retreated silently to the side; he only wanted to see Yu Xiaogang make a fool of himself now.

"Next, Yu Xiaogang!"

Finally, it was the turn of the day's protagonist.

The entire hall went silent instantly; one could hear a pin drop.

Yu Xiaogang adjusted his brand-new robes and tilted his chin even higher.

He walked with confident strides toward the center of the formation. As he passed Yu Hong, he deliberately paused to cast a look of extreme disdain, silently mouthing two words.

Trash.