"Blue Silver Grass, a trash Martial Soul. Next."
With the little werewolf Su Yuntao's verdict of "trash Martial Soul," the world gained an Asura God.
But Tang San refused to give up and insisted on testing his Soul Power.
As expected, he had Innate Full Soul Power!
Tang San was puzzled by the result and desperately wanted to know what this Martial Soul was and what use Innate Full Soul Power had.
But considering there was still one person present who hadn't awakened his Martial Soul, he returned to the line.
"Your turn, Xiao Wu. Good luck."
Tang San nudged him encouragingly.
The two looked seven or eight parts alike, but unlike Tang San's ordinary appearance, this one had blue hair and skin like a freshly peeled egg. He looked exceptionally delicate.
Tang Wu and Tang San were brothers, the sons of Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao.
However.
Like Tang San, Tang Wu was actually a transmigrator too.
"Don't worry, bro. Just watch me awaken a powerful Martial Soul and amaze everyone."
"I'll show them all that your big brother Wu is still your big brother Wu—the one nobody can beat."
Tang Wu rubbed his hands together, unusually excited.
As the Soul Power entered his body, he felt a warm sensation, as if something were about to emerge from within him.
When he opened his eyes, a seed had appeared in his right hand.
It was blue and silver, with a blue glow swirling over its surface. An exuberant vitality radiated from it.
Plant it, and in no time, it would grow and spread.
"A seed Martial Soul? How is this another trash Martial Soul?" Su Yuntao scoffed.
That grand display had made him think it would be a powerful Martial Soul, but it had turned out to be another trash one.
Still, thinking of Tang San's Innate Full Soul Power, he brought out the crystal ball and had Tang Wu test his Soul Power.
Tang San's brows instantly knitted together, worry filling his eyes.
But Tang Wu's talent did not disappoint him.
A flicker of blue appeared, and the crystal ball quickly filled, bursting with dazzling blue light.
"Why is it Innate Full Soul Power again? How can this be? I don't understand!"
Seeing Tang Wu's Soul Power Level, Su Yuntao was dumbfounded.
"Bro, I have Innate Full Soul Power. Look how awesome I am!"
"Mm, Xiao Wu, you're amazing."
Seeing Tang Wu bouncing over, Tang San was genuinely happy for him.
In his previous life, he'd been an orphan and had longed for family affection since childhood.
In this life, although Tang Hao was hardly a responsible father, Tang San adored his younger brother, Tang Wu.
He treasured this hard-won brotherly bond beyond measure.
"Ugh, that baby-talk praise is so gross. I've got goosebumps."
At Tang San's future way of coaxing Xiao Wu, Tang Wu rubbed at the goosebumps on his arms.
Tang San: "..."
Weren't you the one who asked me to praise you?
I do, and you're still not happy.
The Martial Soul Awakening ceremony ended. Su Yuntao packed his things and walked out of the thatched hut.
As soon as he emerged, Old Jack asked urgently:
"Lord Soul Master, did any children in our Holy Soul Village awaken Soul Power?"
"Yes, two of them. They both have Innate Full Soul Power, but, sigh..."
At this, Su Yuntao let out a helpless sigh. "It's just that both of them have trash Martial Souls."
"One has Blue Silver Grass, and the other has a seed Martial Soul."
"Even if they have trash Martial Souls, it's enough if they can become Soul Masters. So, who are these two children?"
Jack's expectations weren't high.
As long as they absorbed a Soul Ring and Holy Soul Village produced another noble Soul Master, he'd be satisfied.
"Grandpa Jack, it's me." Tang Wu popped out from who knew what corner.
"I'm the one with Innate Full Soul Power. Surprised? Didn't see that coming?"
When he saw Tang Wu, Jack instinctively started to turn and run.
But the hope of a Soul Master emerging from Holy Soul Village made him stop in his tracks and stay put.
Old Jack forced a stiff smile.
"Xiao Wu, you say you have Innate Full Soul Power. Then who's the other one?"
"The other one? Obviously, it's my big brother."
As he spoke, Tang Wu grabbed Tang San beside him.
"Hello, Grandpa Jack."
Unlike Tang Wu, Tang San was more steady in temperament. He greeted Jack obediently.
Afterward.
So that the brothers Tang Wu and Tang San could attend a Soul Master Academy, Jack also went to the blacksmith's shop.
Bang!
Tang Wu kicked the door open. From how practiced he looked, this clearly wasn't his first time.
Seeing this, Tang San gave Jack an apologetic look.
"Hey, old geezer, quit sleeping. Get up and cough up some gold."
"What's all the racket? It's just a Martial Soul Awakening."
Tang Hao came out, disheveled, his eyes bleary as he yawned.
Seeing him like this, Jack couldn't help saying a few words.
When the subject turned to the brothers going to school, Tang Hao refused. The two quickly fell into an argument when they couldn't agree.
Jack couldn't win against Tang Hao and eventually stormed off.
Tang Hao glanced at Tang Wu and Tang San standing in the doorway and said flatly, "Come in."
"What Martial Souls did you brothers awaken? Summon them and let me see."
Hearing this, Tang Wu promptly showed off his Martial Soul.
When the vibrant Blue Silver Seed appeared before Tang Hao, he looked at his younger son's blue hair, and it seemed to overlap with the image of someone else.
Tang Hao stared blankly, two tears falling from the corners of his eyes. He pulled Tang Wu into his arms and murmured:
"My son, my good son."
"So alike, far too alike. You look exactly like her."
"Old geezer, let go! What's with an old man hugging and squeezing me? I can't breathe!"
Tang Wu struggled with all his might against Tang Hao's iron-tower-like body.
But he was too weak to move him at all.
Seeing Tang Wu struggling to breathe, Tang Hao fumbled in a panic.
The dignified Clear Sky Douluo looked like a child, suddenly flustered.
At last, Tang Wu managed to get out of Tang Hao's arms and rolled his eyes at him.
And he called himself Clear Sky Douluo? He was more like some kind of hammer spirit. Tang Wu's waist nearly snapped from that squeeze.
"What about you, Xiao San? What's your Martial Soul?"
Tang Hao looked at Tang San, but this time there was none of the warmth he'd shown Tang Wu.
He looked at him as though he were a stranger.
"All right, Dad."
Tang San nodded, and the complete form of Blue Silver Grass appeared in his right hand.
He looked up, eagerly hoping to hear his father praise him.
But Tang Hao only said coldly:
"Blue Silver Grass, a trash Martial Soul. Forget about becoming a Soul Master."
"From now on, stay here at the blacksmith's shop. I can't promise you wealth and status, but you'll have enough to eat and drink."
Although Blue Silver Grass wasn't as powerfully vital as Xiao Wu's, it was still her legacy.
Tang Hao didn't want to see the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hands destroyed by others.
Facing Tang Hao's cold warning, Tang San pressed his lips together.
He didn't understand why, when they both had Blue Silver Grass, he and his younger brother were treated so differently.
But as a warrior of feudalism, Tang San would never blame Tang Hao. As for Tang Wu...
His little brother was so adorable. Of course, it couldn't be his fault either.
That left Tang San himself to blame.
He simply hadn't made his father proud.
"Actually, Dad..." Thinking this, Tang San raised his left hand, and the dark Clear Sky Hammer appeared.
"My son! My son!" Seeing the Twin Martial Souls, Tang Hao's face changed in an instant.