Innate Full Soul Power, Setting Out to Hunt Soul Beasts, Has My Luck Run Out?

"Clan Leader, the young clan leader has not yet had his Innate Soul Power tested. What do you think...?"

Yang Qishan moved close to Yang Wudi and deliberately lowered his voice.

"Right, I nearly forgot something important. Qishan, help Jian'er test his Innate Soul Power."

Yang Wudi belatedly stepped aside, but his gaze remained fixed on Yang Qishan.

Under Yang Wudi's scrutiny, even Yang Qishan, a Soul Saint, could not help feeling somewhat nervous.

Letting out a light breath, he took out the Soul Power Crystal he had prepared long ago and held it before Yang Jian.

"Young Clan Leader, touch the Soul Power Crystal and relax your mind."

"Got it, Grandpa Qishan."

Yang Jian nodded and extended his free left hand, gently placing it on the Soul Power Crystal under the tense watch of several hundred pairs of eyes.

The air fell silent at that moment.

"If it doesn't..."

Halfway through his sentence, Yang Lin suddenly received a glare from Yang Wudi, forcing him to swallow the words that followed.

A faint white glow emerged from the Soul Power Crystal, then its brightness surged after half a breath!

Not only did it fill the entire Soul Power Crystal, it even pierced through the head-sized crystal, forming a hazy halo around it.

Though the light emitted by the Soul Power Crystal stung his eyes, Yang Qishan still stared wide-eyed and blankly at the crystal in his hand, dazzling like the blazing sun. If not for the breeze stirring his beard, he would have looked no different from a statue!

"Innate Full Soul Power! Innate Full Soul Power! The young clan leader has Innate Full Soul Power!"

Yang Qishan murmured at first, but his voice grew louder and louder. In his excitement, he even forgot to amplify his voice with Soul Power. Yet even so, his raw shout still spread across the entire plaza!

His voice was like a boulder crashing down from on high onto a frozen lake. It not only shattered the nearly frozen atmosphere, but also sent the entire Breaking Clan boiling over like splashing water!

"Good!"

Yang Wudi gave a low shout. His face remained calm, but the fist clenched tightly beneath his sleeve quietly loosened at that moment.

If a powerful Martial Soul was compared to a key, then one's Innate Soul Power level was the gate blocking the road ahead.

Neither could be lacking.

The stronger the Martial Soul and the higher the Innate Soul Power level, the closer one stood to the gate leading to a Title Douluo.

And Innate Full Soul Power meant that so long as his grandson Yang Jian did not die prematurely, he would certainly become a Title Douluo in the future!

Unlike the excited clan members, Yang Jian remained calm as still water, as though he had long expected to possess Innate Full Soul Power.

"You've done well, Jian'er. Go back and rest properly. Tomorrow, Grandfather will take you to hunt your first Soul Ring."

Yang Wudi's callused palm gently settled on Yang Jian's shoulder, and his hawk-sharp eyes were filled with unconcealed kindness.

"Understood, Grandfather."

Yang Jian nodded lightly and left the plaza amid the fervent gazes of the clan members.

Watching Yang Jian's back disappear, Yang Wudi turned around and swept his gaze across the crowd.

The kindness he had shown Yang Jian was gone from his eyes, replaced once again by the sharpness of a hawk.

The restrained aura of his eighty-second-level Soul Douluo instantly drew the clan members' attention.

Feeling their gazes return to him, Yang Wudi finally spoke.

"Today, Jian'er awakened Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power..."

His voice was low, yet every word reached every person's ears clearly.

"This is a great blessing for our clan, but it is also a new danger. For the sake of our Breaking Clan, and for Jian'er to grow up safely, from this day forth, Jian'er's awakening of Twin Martial Souls shall be classified as the clan's highest secret. No one is permitted to reveal a single word!"

Among the crowd, some people nodded instinctively.

But Yang Wudi had not finished speaking.

"Should anyone violate this—"

He paused, then abruptly raised his right hand.

"Buzz!"

The pitch-black Soul-Breaker Spear shot from his palm and was firmly grasped in his hand.

At that instant, the aura Yang Wudi had kept restrained suddenly erupted. The pressure of an eighty-second-level Soul Douluo came crashing down like a mountain. Even Yang Qishan, a Soul Saint, struggled to remain standing, let alone the several hundred clan members in the plaza.

They felt their breathing stagnate and their knees go weak, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Yang Wudi tossed the Soul-Breaker Spear into the air, then heavily slammed his broad, callused palm against its butt.

"Whoosh!"

The black spear became a streak of light, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek as it shot straight toward the three-meter-tall platform that covered more than a dozen square meters!

"Boom!!!"

A deafening explosion rang out!

The wooden platform was like paper under the impact of the Soul-Breaker Spear, instantly shattering into pieces!

Countless wood chips and fragments shot in every direction. Some flew dozens of meters away, embedding themselves in the surrounding stone walls with sharp slaps.

The dust settled.

The platform had vanished completely. Only shattered wood remained on the ground, along with the Soul-Breaker Spear deeply embedded in the earth.

The spear shaft trembled, giving off a low hum.

Amid utter silence, wood chips drifted slowly down from the sky like snowflakes.

Although Yang Wudi had not been targeting them, the terrifying destructive power of a Soul Douluo still sent chills down the clan members' spines, as though icy cold had rushed straight into their heads.

The clan leader was... truly serious this time.

Nearly every clan member had the same thought.

Yang Wudi slowly turned around, his gaze sharp as a blade as it swept across every face.

He said nothing further, but that piercing look already explained everything.

Among the crowd, the elders who had experienced the bloody battle six years ago were the first to recover.

They bowed in unison, their voices low but resolute.

"We shall obey the Clan Leader's command!"

The younger members, intimidated by the display, hurriedly followed suit and bowed.

Yang Wudi looked at them for a long while before finally nodding slightly and raising his hand.

The Soul-Breaker Spear flew backward out of the shattered wood and merged into his body.

"Dismissed."

He turned and left, leaving behind the lingering might of a Soul Douluo that took a long time to fade.

The next morning, after breakfast, Yang Jian followed Yang Wudi into a carriage that had long been prepared.

The carriage soon left Mountain Lord City and headed toward their destination, the Star Dou Great Forest.

After a day and a night, the carriage finally stopped at the city closest to the Star Dou Great Forest.

After resting for a night, Yang Jian stepped on Blue Silver Grass covered in morning dew and finally entered the Star Dou Great Forest in earnest.

Towering ancient trees blocked out the sky here, thorns grew densely everywhere, and the occasional unknown beastly roar echoed through the forest. Even an adult entering such an environment for the first time would feel afraid.

Yet under Yang Wudi's observation, his six-year-old grandson's eyes remained as calm as water, and his breathing was as steady as ever, unaffected in the slightest.

This left Yang Wudi both satisfied and unable to restrain his pride.

Yang Jian had originally thought that hunting Soul Beasts would be easy with his grandfather, a Soul Douluo, accompanying him. Yet to his surprise, three days passed without them encountering even a single suitable Soul Beast.

Just when Yang Jian thought his luck had already run out upon awakening Twin Martial Souls, their Soul Beast hunt finally took a turn for the better on the fourth day...