Gold and Silver Luo Sanpao?

The training grounds of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were teeming with people.

Today was the annual Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony.

Below the stage, dozens of six-year-old children stood in several rows, each holding their breath, their eyes filled with anticipation and anxiety.

This was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's annual Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony.

Today would determine the fate of another batch of descendants. Bloodline concentration, Martial Soul quality, and innate soul power—these three factors acted like three insurmountable chasms, dividing people into different worlds.

"Silence!"

In the center of the high platform, an elder dressed in purple-patterned robes spoke in a deep voice.

"The awakening ceremony begins now. When your name is called, step forward."

A deacon held the roster and announced in a resonant voice: "Yu Xiaochuan!"

"Yu Xiaochuan, Martial Soul Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, innate soul power level five!"

"Yu Tianxin, Martial Soul mutated Water Dragon, innate soul power level six!"

One child after another stepped forward to awaken their Martial Soul; as members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, their talents were not lacking.

The crowd below erupted, and sounds of praise immediately rang out.

"Not bad, not bad. Although Yu Xiaochuan is from a collateral branch, it is a blessing to have awakened the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon."

"Level five soul power—if cultivated well, a future Soul King is within reach."

"Yu Tianxin has a mutated Martial Soul! And a beneficial mutation at that!"

"Although the Water Dragon isn't as domineering as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, with level six innate soul power... this child's future is limitless!"

The atmosphere in the arena was excellent, until...

"Yu Xiaogang!"

The crowd suddenly fell silent for several seconds.

All eyes turned in unison toward the front row of the queue. A boy wearing a simple blue shirt kept his head down and walked silently onto the high platform. His frame was slightly thinner and smaller than his peers, and the hands hanging at his sides trembled slightly.

He was the child of the current clan head, Yu Yuanzhen.

The awakening halo lit up, contracted, and condensed.

There was no dragon roar, no lightning.

A... creature appeared on the stage.

It was about half a meter long, pale gold all over, shaped like a puppy, yet it possessed a massive pig-like snout, large floppy ears, and four short legs supporting a round, chubby body. It blinked its bean-sized eyes in confusion and let out a "luo-luo" grunt.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

The deacon stared at the crystal ball used to test soul power, his Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke in a dry voice: "Yu Xiaogang, Martial Soul... Luo Sanpao, innate soul power... level half."

"Level half?!"

"What... what is that thing? A dog?"

"A pig-nosed dog? Does this even count as a Martial Soul?"

"Hahaha, the clan head's son, just this?"

The silence was shattered, and roars of laughter, discussions, and mockery surged like a tide.

Below the high platform, face after face—some familiar, some strange—was filled with astonishment, ridicule, pity, and even schadenfreude.

Yu Xiaogang stood frozen on the spot.

He slowly lowered his head to look at the silly, cute creature by his feet, then looked up at the faint, barely visible halo in the crystal ball.

Level half... half a level of innate soul power meant that for the rest of his life, he would likely struggle to even reach the threshold of a level thirty Soul Grandmaster.

And Luo Sanpao...

"Luo-luo." The creature rubbed against his pant leg.

"Get lost!" Yu Xiaogang kicked out violently. Luo Sanpao was sent tumbling twice, let out a pitiful whimper, and dissolved into points of light that submerged into his body.

The boy's face turned from flushed red to pale, then from pale to livid.

He spun around and stumbled off the high platform, diving into the crowd.

On the high platform, the awakening ceremony continued, but the atmosphere had changed completely. The whispering never ceased, and the center of the topic was naturally the "extraordinarily talented" son of the clan head.

In the crowd, a blue-haired boy stood quietly.

He was about six years old, his stature considered tall among his peers, his short blue hair clean and neat, and while his face still carried the roundness of childhood, there was already a hint of heroism between his brows.

Luo Sanpao... a descendant of the Golden Sacred Dragon's bloodline, actually treated as a trash Martial Soul.

Yu Tianlong, or rather, the soul from another world inhabiting this body, sighed softly in his heart.

He had transmigrated to this world six years ago.

From the initial shock and confusion to gradually accepting the reality that this was the Douluo Continent, he had become a collateral descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. His parents had been outstanding figures of the second generation, but they had both perished in a soul-hunting mission when he was three.

In name, he was still Yu Xiaogang's cousin.

As a transmigrator, he knew all too well what lay hidden behind this seemingly comical martial soul. It was a top-tier beast martial soul possessing the bloodline of the Golden Sacred Dragon; if it could evolve, its potential would be in no way inferior to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, perhaps even...

"Yu Tianlong!"

The deacon's call pulled him back from his thoughts.

Yu Tianlong took a deep breath and stepped onto the platform, his pace steady, his spine straight.

The ceremony began!

Then, a halo of light began to coalesce.

One, two?

Yu Tianlong was puzzled; under normal circumstances, a martial soul projection should only coalesce into one.

The next second, to the astonishment of everyone present, two clusters of light bloomed simultaneously behind Yu Tianlong!

The one on the left was golden and brilliant, as magnificent as the sun.

The one on the right was silvery and bright, as cool and clear as the moon.

The light gradually faded, revealing their true forms.

They were two creatures similar in appearance to the one Yu Xiaogang had summoned just moments ago: pig-like noses, large ears, short legs, and round, chubby bodies, yet the details were vastly different.

The one on the left was entirely golden, its fur like flowing molten gold, refracting a dazzling radiance under the sunlight.

It was slightly larger, possessing an inherent sense of heavy composure as it squatted. Though its four claws were short, a cold glint flickered at their tips.

The one on the right was as silvery-white as moonlight, its fur as soft as the finest silk, and its large eyes were like translucent colored glaze, revealing a nimble cunning as they darted about. It tilted its head curiously, its silver tail swaying gently.

"This, this is..."

"Another Luo Sanpao? Two of them?!"

"One gold, one silver... what kind of mutation is this?"

An uproar broke out once more beneath the stage. Yu Xiaogang's "performance" was still fresh in their minds, and now another one had appeared, and a twin at that!

Yu Yuanzhen's brow furrowed even deeper. He had presided over the family awakening ceremony for over thirty years and had never seen such a bizarre situation.

Twin martial souls were rare, but not unheard of, yet twin martial souls of the same type, and in this... seemingly combat-incapable form?

"Twin... Luo Sanpao?"

He muttered, his voice not loud, yet it caused the entire arena to fall into sudden silence.

Countless gazes landed on Yu Tianlong, filled with astonishment, pity, mockery, and schadenfreude. Yu Xiaogang was a waste, and now here came an "upgraded version"?

In a corner, Yu Xiaogang, who had not yet walked far, also saw this scene. He froze for a moment, then his mouth twisted into a nearly distorted smile.

"Ha... haha... so I'm not the only one... and there are two of them... good, very good..."

Pain needed to be shared, and humiliation needed company. Seeing someone fall into the same, or even more ridiculous, plight as himself, the despair that had almost swallowed him whole strangely eased a fraction.

Yu Tianlong turned a deaf ear to the commotion below the stage, though the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

I actually awakened two Luo Sanpaos...

"Test your soul power." The elder's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Yu Tianlong followed instructions and pressed his right hand onto the crystal ball.

A blinding, eye-stinging light erupted from within the crystal ball!

The light was so intense, so pure, as if a small sun had been born in his palm, illuminating the entire high platform and even half of the training grounds in a brilliant white glow!

"This, this is."

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes widened sharply; for the first time, an expression of incredulous shock appeared on his face, which had always been as calm as an ancient well.

The deacon's hands, holding the crystal ball, trembled, his voice turning shrill and distorted with excitement: "In, innate... full soul power! It's innate full soul power!"

"Innate full soul power?!"

"Impossible!"

"Luo Sanpao... innate full soul power?!"

The entire arena exploded. Exclamations, questions, and gasps of shock merged into one.

Everyone—elders, parents, and children alike—stared fixedly at the brilliant crystal ball and at the boy with upright blue hair standing before it.

What did innate full soul power mean?

It meant that as long as he did not die young, this child was destined to become a top-tier powerhouse in the soul master world!

It meant that even if his martial soul were a blade of grass, he could force his way to combat strength through the sheer level of his soul power!

But why did it have to be Luo Sanpao?

Why did it have to be this pig-nosed dog?!

As his gaze fell upon the boy's face, Yu Yuanzhen saw calmness—a calmness that did not match his age.

"Child," Yu Yuanzhen's voice softened slightly, "innate full soul power is a heaven-sent gift. Although your martial soul is... quite peculiar, your soul power foundation is real and solid. Do not be discouraged; the path of a soul master is long, and a resilient character is more important than talent."

This was both a comfort and a warning. He had seen far too many geniuses give up on themselves simply because their martial souls were lacking.

Yu Tianlong withdrew his hand, and the light from the crystal ball gradually faded. He bowed deeply, "Thank you for your guidance, Patriarch. Tianlong understands."

His gaze swept across the crowd below, each person wearing a different expression. It passed over Yu Xiaogang, who had turned pale once more in the corner with his fists tightly clenched, before finally settling on the two "Luo Sanpao" beside him—one gold and one silver.

He reached out and rubbed the heads of the two little creatures.

The golden one let out a "Luo" sound and nuzzled his palm, while the silver one stuck out its tongue to lick his fingers, its glass-like eyes filled with dependence.

"Innate full soul power means that one's martial soul and soul power are perfectly matched. If this were truly a trash martial soul, how could it be so favored by the heavens as to be granted the foundation of full soul power?"

He thought of Tang San, that cheat who had transmigrated with the memories of the Tang Sect, and he thought of the other's Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer.

"My Luo Sanpao... is definitely not simple."