Blue Silver Seed Martial Soul

"Blue Silver Grass, trash martial soul. Next."

With the little wolf-man Su Yuntao's verdict of "trash martial soul," the world had just gained a future Asura God.

But Tang San refused to give up, insisting on testing his spirit power.

Sure enough, it was innate full spirit power!

Faced with this result, Tang San was filled with confusion, dying to know what this martial soul was and what use innate full spirit power had.

However, considering there was still one person left to awaken their martial soul, he returned to the line.

"It's your turn, Tang Wu. Good luck."

Tang San nudged the person, his eyes full of encouragement.

The two looked seven or eight parts alike, but unlike Tang San's plain appearance, this person had blue hair and skin as smooth as a peeled egg, looking exceptionally delicate.

Tang Wu was Tang San's younger brother, the son of Haotian Douluo Tang Hao.

However.

Just like Tang San, Tang Wu was also a transmigrator.

"Don't worry, Brother. Watch me awaken a powerful martial soul and shock all of you."

"I'll show everyone that your Brother Wu is still your Brother Wu—invincible."

Tang Wu rubbed his hands together, looking exceptionally excited.

As the spirit power entered his body, he felt a wave of warmth, as if something was about to burst forth from within him.

Opening his eyes, a seed had appeared in his right hand.

The seed was blue-silver, with a blue halo flowing across its surface, and a burst of vibrant vitality rushed toward him.

If he were to plant it, it would grow and spread in mere moments.

"A seed martial soul? How is it another trash martial soul?" Su Yuntao curled his lip.

The momentum from just a moment ago had made him think it would be a powerful martial soul, but it turned out to be trash again.

But remembering Tang San's innate full spirit power, he still took out the crystal ball to let Tang Wu test his spirit power.

Seeing this, Tang San's brows locked tightly, his eyes filled with worry.

But Tang Wu's talent did not disappoint him.

First came a touch of blue, then the crystal ball was quickly filled, erupting with a dazzling blue light.

"How is it innate full spirit power again? How is this possible? I don't understand!"

Seeing Tang Wu's spirit power level, Su Yuntao was stunned.

"Brother, innate full spirit power! Look how amazing I am."

"Mm, Tang Wu is truly amazing."

Seeing Tang Wu bouncing over, Tang San was genuinely happy for his brother.

In his previous life, he was an orphan who had longed for family affection since he was young.

In this life, although Tang Hao was not very responsible, Tang San loved his younger brother Tang Wu very much.

He cherished this hard-won brotherly bond immensely.

"Ugh, that tone you use to coax children is so disgusting, I've got goosebumps."

Regarding what would eventually become Tang San's way of coaxing Xiao Wu, Tang Wu rubbed the goosebumps on his arms.

Tang San: "..."

Wasn't it you who asked me to praise you?

Now that I've actually praised you, you're unhappy.

The martial soul awakening ceremony ended, and Su Yuntao packed his things and walked out of the thatched hut.

As soon as he emerged, Old Jack asked impatiently:

"Master Spirit Master, I wonder if any children in our Holy Soul Village were able to awaken spirit power?"

"There are, two children both have innate full spirit power, but, sigh..."

At this point, Su Yuntao sighed helplessly: "It's just that both of them have trash martial souls."

"One is Blue Silver Grass, and the other is a seed martial soul."

"Even if they are trash martial souls, being able to become a Spirit Master is enough. So, who are these two children?"

Jack's requirements were not high.

As long as they could absorb a spirit ring and Holy Soul Village could produce another noble Spirit Master, he would be satisfied.

"Grandpa Jack, it's me." Tang Wu popped out from some corner:

"I'm the one with innate full spirit power. Surprised? Shocked?"

Upon seeing that it was Tang Wu, Jack instinctively wanted to turn and run.

But the hope that Holy Soul Village might finally produce a Spirit Master forced him to halt his steps and remain where he stood.

Old Jack tugged at his stiff face:

"Little Wu, you said you have innate full spirit power, so who is the other one?"

"The other one? That would be my brother, of course."

As he spoke, Tang Wu yanked Tang San, who was standing beside him, forward.

"Hello, Grandpa Jack."

Tang San was not like Tang Wu; his personality was more composed, and he greeted Jack with polite obedience.

Afterward.

To ensure the brothers could attend a Spirit Master academy, Jack accompanied them to the blacksmith shop.

Bang!

Tang Wu kicked the door open; judging by his practiced movements, this was clearly not the first time.

Seeing this, Tang San gave Jack an apologetic look.

"Hey, old man, stop sleeping! Get up and cough up the gold coins."

"What's all the racket? It's just a spirit awakening, isn't it?"

Tang Hao, disheveled and unkempt, walked out while yawning, his eyes filled with confusion.

Seeing him in such a state, Jack couldn't help but lecture him a bit.

When the topic turned to the brothers attending school, Tang Hao refused, and after a disagreement, the two immediately began to argue.

Unable to win the argument, Jack eventually left in a huff.

Tang Hao's gaze swept over Tang Wu and Tang San standing at the door, and he said indifferently, "Come in."

"What are your spirits? Summon them and let me see."

Hearing this, Tang Wu stepped forward without hesitation to display his spirit.

When that Blue Silver Seed, brimming with vitality, appeared before Tang Hao—

Looking at his youngest son, whose short blue hair seemed to overlap with a certain figure from his past—

Tang Hao stood dazed, two tears falling from the corners of his eyes as he pulled Tang Wu into his arms, murmuring:

"Son, my good son."

"So alike, you are carved from the exact same mold."

"Old man, let go! What kind of look is it for an old man to be hugging and squeezing like this? I can't breathe!"

Tang Wu pushed hard against Tang Hao's tower-like frame.

But his strength was too little; he couldn't budge the man at all.

Seeing that Tang Wu was struggling to breathe, Tang Hao scrambled in a panic.

This dignified Haotian Douluo, acting like a child, actually showed a hint of embarrassment.

Having finally escaped Tang Hao's embrace, Tang Wu rolled his eyes at him.

Calling himself a Haotian Douluo? I think he's more like a hammer-spirit; he nearly broke my waist.

"And you? Little San, what is your spirit?"

Tang Hao's gaze fell upon Tang San, though this time, it lacked the fervor he had shown toward Tang Wu.

The look in his eyes was as if he were watching a stranger.

"Alright, Father."

Tang San nodded, and a fully formed Blue Silver Grass appeared in his right hand.

He looked up, full of anticipation, hoping to hear his father's praise.

But Tang Hao only spat out coldly:

"A trash spirit, Blue Silver Grass. Don't even think about being a Spirit Master."

"From now on, you'll stay here in this blacksmith shop. I can't guarantee you wealth, but you won't go hungry."

Although the Blue Silver Grass spirit didn't possess the formidable vitality of Little Wu's, it was still her legacy.

Tang Hao did not want to see the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hands destroyed by others.

Facing Tang Hao's cold warning, Tang San pursed his lips.

He didn't understand why, despite both having Blue Silver Grass, the treatment he and his brother received was worlds apart.

But as a feudalist warrior, Tang San would never blame Tang Hao. As for Tang Wu...

His little brother was so cute; naturally, it couldn't be his fault.

So, the fault naturally fell upon Tang San himself.

It was all because he hadn't been able to satisfy his father.

"Actually, Father..." Tang San thought to this point, then raised his left hand, and a pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer appeared:

"I have another spirit."

"My son, my son!" Seeing the twin spirits, Tang Hao's expression shifted instantly.