I, Li Luo, Have a Rainbow Dragon Martial Soul, a Trash Martial Soul? Should I Just Live Off Someone Else?

Aolai City.

Su Xiaotao, a trainee Spirit Transmitter from the Spirit Pagoda, furrowed his brow, looking deep in thought.

A moment later, he sighed. "Li Luo, though I don't want to admit it, I have to say your Rainbow Dragon Martial Soul is a Trash Martial Soul."

Su Xiaotao really didn't want to hurt the little boy in front of him.

Nor did he want to go against the Su Clan's ancestral rules.

But there was truly nothing he could do.

Li Luo had awakened a Martial Soul, but the Soul Power test that followed had detected not a single drop of Soul Power.

If that wasn't a Trash Martial Soul, what else could it be?

Even if his ancestor came back to life, he'd still dare say it!

Yet in the face of Su Xiaotao's ironclad verdict, Li Luo's eyes were bright, and his voice was pleasant to hear.

"Master Su, is it possible that I'm special? Like, maybe I have Twin Martial Souls or something, and my Martial Soul Awakening isn't complete yet, so the Soul Power test came back at zero?"

Su Xiaotao shook his head. "In the records spanning the Su Clan's three thousand years of history, there's never been a case like the one you're describing, Li Luo."

"So..."

Su Xiaotao solemnly advised him, "Give up on becoming a Soul Master."

"With your looks, even if you don't take the Soul Master path, you'll still live very well in the future."

Li Luo was a little embarrassed. He hadn't expected Master Su to say that.

Still, he couldn't blame Master Su. With a face that Heaven had spent hundreds of millions of years painstakingly sculpting, he really could make a living that way.

But was Li Luo that kind of person?

Li Luo wore a solemn expression. "Master Su, I can't agree with what you said. I may be young, but I know what I can and can't do."

Su Xiaotao was shaken.

He regarded Li Luo with newfound respect.

Just as he was about to pat Li Luo on the shoulder and offer him a few more words of comfort,

Li Luo spoke again. "My peerless looks are only the most insignificant of my virtues."

"Even without relying on them, I can live just fine."

Su Xiaotao's words of comfort lodged in his throat. If Li Luo hadn't been the descendant of someone who'd rendered meritorious service, he really would have...

"I'm off. I have to get back to work."

"Okay. Sorry for the trouble, Master Su."

Su Xiaotao turned and left.

He hadn't gone far before he heard Li Luo's voice again.

Li Luo called out, "Hey, Master Su, could you say one more time that I have a Trash Martial Soul?"

Su Xiaotao was at a loss for words. "What are you trying to do, kid?"

Li Luo grinned. "I like hearing it."

In the end, Su Xiaotao granted Li Luo's request and told him once more that he had a Trash Martial Soul.

Smiling, Li Luo waved goodbye to Su Xiaotao and headed home.

He was smiling because he knew that as a proud member of the Blue Star Transmigrator Army, he couldn't possibly lack the talent to become a Soul Master.

If he had no Soul Master talent, the truck wouldn't have burned through 92-octane gas to send him into the world of Douluo Dragon King.

Besides, Li Luo could sense that some other power within him still hadn't awakened.

Perhaps he just needed the right opportunity to flip the script.

His home was in the eastern part of the city.

It was a detached, two-story house.

The Federation had granted him this privilege.

According to a message from the Federation, his parents had gone missing on the front lines and were presumed dead in action.

If he got the chance, once he was strong enough, Li Luo would investigate in person.

He pushed those thoughts aside.

He came to a relatively secluded alley.

It was the route he always took.

A little commotion came from up ahead.

Li Luo continued forward.

This time, he heard clearly.

A few sleazy young men were molesting a silver-haired little girl.

Li Luo's expression jolted. Wasn't this the classic scene from Douluo III, where Na'er had just entered the world and was being bullied?

He felt the righteous Rainbow Dragon Martial Soul within him was about to burst free.

No, what he meant was that the Rainbow Dragon Martial Soul awakened inside him seemed to be rejoicing.

Without the slightest concern for his own safety, Li Luo stepped out and shouted, "You beasts!"

"Let that girl go!"

The thugs froze for a moment. Then, when they saw that he was just a little kid and that no one else was around, they flew into a rage and glared at him viciously.

"Kid, are you tired of living?"

"You dare stick your nose into our business?!"

"Believe it or not, we'll cripple you!"

One of the thugs shouted, "Hai Jiao, Xiao E, why are you wasting your breath on him? Just take him down!"

"Bei Shang, you were right after all."

"Get him!"

The three of them started forward.

Li Luo's lips curled up, his confidence too strong for even a Ferrari to rein in. "If I were you, I wouldn't be so impulsive!"

"You don't even know who I am, and you dare come after me?"

"Get caught trafficking people and you'll be sentenced to ten years."

"But if you offend me..."

"Heh!"

Li Luo gave a wicked smile. "That's scarier than getting your little bird snipped off!"

The three thugs were a little intimidated. They knew that though Aolai City was small, it still had plenty of big shots they couldn't afford to offend.

Especially the descendants of powerful Soul Masters. Cross one of them, and you'd be in real trouble.

Hai Jiao spoke up. "Y-which family's young master are you?"

"I'm a descendant of fourteen billion dragons on Blue Star, disciple of the Spirit Pagoda master, and the next Holy Son of Shrek Sea God Pavilion." Li Luo planted his hands on his hips. "You picked the wrong person to mess with!"

The three thugs were furious. That was obviously a bluff.

"Motherfucker, this kid's messing with us."

"Get him!"

"Beat him to death!"

Na'er cried out anxiously, "Big brother, run!"

Facing the charging thugs, Li Luo remained calm and composed. "Three thousand years ago, some hooligans harassed a little girl, and a god punished them. But they were honored, too, because their names were passed down through the ages."

"Let me think. What were their names?"

"Oh, I forgot!"

"But you can consider yourselves lucky. People will definitely remember your names."

"Because I'm even stronger than that god!"

"Boom!"

Splendid colors blazed across the scene.

A pair of rainbow wings unfolded from Li Luo's back.

Their brilliance dazzled everyone.

"This is..." Na'er, who was sprawled on the ground, widened her eyes. "B-big brother, why does he feel so familiar?"

A strange thought rose in her heart: she would spend her whole life guarding her silver-haired big brother.

So Na'er struggled to her feet, intending to shield Li Luo from the thugs with her own body.

The young thugs cried out:

"He's a Soul Master!"

"We're in trouble now."

"Run for it!"

They scattered in all directions. If their victim had been an ordinary person, they might have gotten away with it.

But he was a Soul Master, registered with the Federation. They wouldn't dare pull a stunt like this even if they had ten times the guts.

Li Luo stood with his hands behind his back, his head tilted up at a forty-five-degree angle as he coolly watched the thugs disappear into the distance.

Only when they had vanished without a trace did he move.

Na'er rushed over and wrapped her arms around Li Luo. "Big brother, don't be afraid. I'm Na'er, and I'll protect you!"

Li Luo froze.

It wasn't because no one had noticed the pose he'd carefully struck.

Nor was it because Na'er hadn't said thank you.

It was because of the upside-down logic in her promise to protect him.

Girl, you've got the situation backwards. I'm the one who protected you! That was my line!

Before Li Luo could complain, his whole body went limp. Na'er couldn't hold him up at all.

Li Luo tumbled to the ground.

He began convulsing.

That's what happened when you had no Soul Power and forcibly used your Martial Soul!