Twin Martial Souls

Douluo Continent, southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire, Fasinuo Province.

"So, you're telling me that I've transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, and thanks to some bizarre awakening, I've ended up with these two things, is that right?"

Late at night, in a small village on the southernmost edge of Spirit Emperor Village, the young boy sat on a cold stone bed, lost in deep confusion.

Just moments ago, having transmigrated from Blue Star six years prior, he had encountered a stroke of fortune: he had managed to awaken his Martial Souls independently through the sheer strength of his own soul.

Moreover, he had awakened two.

Twin Martial Souls—this should have been a cause for celebration. No matter which faction he chose to join, his future would be boundless.

But...

At this thought, Luo Chen's expression shifted, twisting into a look of conflicted love and hate.

"Having Twin Martial Souls is one thing, but why is one a Six-Winged Angel and the other a Death Spider Emperor?!"

As he spoke, he released his Martial Souls, and two distinct, imposing auras manifested behind him.

One was a golden Six-Winged Angel, radiating holiness, purity, and cleansing sacred light; at a glance, it was indistinguishable from the hereditary Martial Soul of the Qian family.

The other was a purple-black Death Spider Emperor, exuding gloom, death, and a pervasive aura of decay—the top-tier beast Martial Soul of the current Pope Bibi Dong's lineage.

An Angel Martial Soul alone would have been enough to give Luo Chen a headache, but now, a Death Spider Emperor had appeared as well.

Add to that his Innate Full Soul Power of level 20...

Never mind what would happen if the people from Martial Soul Hall saw him; Luo Chen himself began to wonder if he was the illegitimate son of Bibi Dong and Qian Xunji.

After all, having these two Martial Souls—which had absolutely nothing to do with each other—appear on him simultaneously was simply too bizarre.

It was fortunate that he had awakened them on his own. If he had waited for the people from Martial Soul Hall to perform the awakening in a month, he dared not imagine what he would be facing.

He would probably be dragged off by Bibi Dong, wouldn't he?

Heaving a long sigh, he retracted his two Martial Souls and lay back on the bed, exhausted.

In truth, while his current situation wasn't as dire as being discovered by Martial Soul Hall, it wasn't exactly ideal either.

After all, with these two Martial Souls out in the open, he could forget about finding a major faction to slack off in.

One was the lineage Martial Soul of the current Pope, and the other was the hereditary Martial Soul of the previous Pope.

What major faction would dare take him in? Anyone with a shred of suspicion—like those old foxes such as Ning Fengzhi—would likely investigate him to death, even if they couldn't find anything concrete.

The only silver lining was that he had started as an orphan, unattached and alone; even if he had to forge his own path, he had nothing to worry about.

In fact, he had already decided: he would leave tomorrow.

Since things had developed this way, he would stop fantasizing about joining those major factions to live an easy life.

Regardless, he couldn't let his god-tier innate talent go to waste; he wouldn't be reconciled to that.

Therefore, he planned to head to the Star Dou Great Forest alone to hunt for his first two soul rings.

He felt quite confident in his own strength and his Martial Souls.

As a transmigrator, ever since he had been able to move on his own, he had never neglected his physical conditioning, insisting on training his body every single day.

Combined with these two Martial Souls, he was confident he could challenge not just century-level, but even thousand-year-level soul beasts.

The next morning, while the sky was still dim, a carriage departed from Spirit Emperor Village and traveled into the distance.

Aside from the driver, the only person in the carriage was the young Luo Chen.

Before leaving, he had left the vast majority of the money he had earned helping his neighbors at the door of the village chief, who had helped him when he was an orphan, keeping only enough for his own rations.

It was a gesture of gratitude to the chief; if he had a future, he would certainly repay the kindness.

Luo Chen was a man who remembered favors.

Unlike a certain protagonist.

After a morning of travel, he reached his first stop: Nuoding City.

He had hitched a ride on a villager's carriage, which couldn't take him directly to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt for soul rings.

So, after thanking the villager, Luo Chen wandered around Nuoding City on his own.

This was his first time leaving the village in all his years since transmigrating. Although he had some knowledge of Nuoding City from the original story, it was still largely unfamiliar to him.

He didn't know where to find a carriage.

At the very least, he hadn't seen any place to rent one at the city gate where he had entered.

"I'll just wander around and see; I can always ask the locals."

Muttering to himself, Luo Chen headed toward the center of Nuoding City.

However, he hadn't walked for long, and just as he was enjoying the sights, he suddenly stopped beside a massive complex of buildings.

"Blue Silver Grass, and Innate Full Soul Power? What an absolute joke!"

"Can a phoenix really come from a grass nest? Innate Full Soul Power Blue Silver Grass? I think this Martial Soul certificate of yours is a forgery!"

The harsh voice immediately drew the attention of the passing Luo Chen.

Could it be?

He first looked up at the massive plaque hanging above the building's gate.

The golden characters for Nuoding City Junior Soul Master Academy stood silently there.

Correct.

He then shifted his gaze downward, looking toward the source of the noise.

Two guards, along with an old man and a young boy dressed in coarse hemp clothes just like himself.

"Tang San?"

Looking at the filthy little boy and piecing together the conversation he had just overheard, Luo Chen was almost certain that this was the protagonist of this world, the little brat.

I've stumbled right into a classic scene.

With a surge of excitement, Luo Chen couldn't help but edge closer, stopping to watch the unfolding drama.

Since he had already transmigrated, and happened to run into such an event, it would be a disservice to his own status not to watch.

Moreover, this situation provided him with a wealth of information he had been eager to learn but had no way of accessing.

For instance, the timeline; he had been curious about which point of the original story he was in, and now it seemed he and the protagonist Tang San were likely the same age.

The main plot of the Douluo Continent was only just beginning.

With a clearer understanding in his heart, Luo Chen blended into the scattered crowd of onlookers and made his way to the front to observe.

As the largest junior academy in the city, the argument had already drawn the attention of many passersby.

It was under these circumstances that Luo Chen's brow suddenly twitched.

He looked at Tang San's sleeve, where a faint, almost imperceptible silver glint shimmered.

So this is the Tang Sect hidden weapon.

With his innate 20th-level soul power and the blessing of two martial souls, Luo Chen had detected Tang San's subtle movement the instant it happened.

Daring to reveal a hidden weapon and intending to kill in broad daylight—Luo Chen couldn't help but recall the outrageous character design of this little brat from the original work.

One could only say that his reputation was well-deserved; the netizens were certainly not wrong in their criticisms.

However, just as the situation was about to spiral out of control, a hoarse voice suddenly came from behind Luo Chen.

"Alright, stop."