Martial Soul Awakening: Unregistered Spirit Origin

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

That morning, Wu Ling and Qie Si ate fried dough sticks and savory tofu pudding that Wu Ling had made himself. Qie Si could not help but praise him.

"I really don't know where you learned this stuff, kid. But these things called fried dough sticks and tofu pudding are pretty tasty. I've been eating them for nearly a year and still haven't gotten tired of them.

"And those spicy rabbit heads, Di San Xian, mapo tofu, and the like that you make—even your Uncle Qi Li couldn't stop praising them. Especially that mapo tofu. After your Uncle Qi Li tried it, he was practically possessed. He wished he could eat it five times a day."

Wu Ling smiled when he heard that. How could he not know his own cooking skills? After all, he had practiced for nearly eight years.

There was a saying in Blue Star's fitness circles: thirty percent training, seventy percent eating.

Of course, that did not mean stuffing yourself with fish and meat. What it really meant was eating your way to a good physique.

There was a similar saying in martial arts circles. Simply put, the body was the foundation of martial arts. Unless one's technique had reached the point where physical qualities could be ignored, a healthy and strong body was indispensable.

Therefore, Wu Ling, who loved good food, had also learned how to cook. After all, a foodie who could not cook was not a good martial artist.

Just as Wu Ling was feeling pleased by Qie Si's praise, he suddenly saw Qie Si add a spoonful of white granules to his tofu pudding.

His expression changed drastically. He reached out, grabbed Qie Si's wrist, and asked, "Uncle Qie, what are you adding?!"

"What's wrong? Sugar?"

"Heresy!!!"

Well, although Wu Ling preferred savory tofu pudding, he could still accept sweet tofu pudding. Or rather, as long as something was reasonable, he could accept it. But things like cold-dressed sugar mandarins, mooncakes stir-fried with chili peppers, or dumplings dipped in yogurt or ketchup were truly unacceptable to him.

After breakfast, it was time. Qie Si straightened Wu Ling's clothes and said solemnly, "Ling'er, I've seen how hard you've worked during this time. Martial Soul Awakening is indeed an opportunity to change one's fate, a major event in life, but you must understand that most ordinary people do not even get the chance to see such an opportunity.

"So what I want to say is, no matter what Martial Soul you awaken, do not be disappointed or give up on yourself. Do not think that your efforts were in vain.

"And besides, you still have me. You still have this home. So go boldly and without worry!"

As Wu Ling listened to Qie Si's words, the tension in his heart eased somewhat, though he still could not completely calm down.

After all, as a transmigrator, he still had no system or anything of the sort even now. That truly made him uneasy. If this Martial Soul Awakening gave him another ordinary Martial Soul, then he would truly become the shame of all transmigrators.

Qie Si also noticed Wu Ling's unease, but he ultimately said nothing. After checking the time, he took Wu Ling from home and headed to the entrance of the village.

At that moment, eleven children and their respective parents had already gathered at the village entrance. They were all six-year-olds from the village who could awaken their Martial Souls that year.

As the village chief, Qie Si swept his gaze around and nodded.

"Alright, everyone's here. Let's go."

Led by Qie Si, they arrived at Spirit Hall's outpost in their village. A man in his twenties was already waiting there.

"Greetings, Lord Soul Master. These are the children awakening this time. May I ask how we should address you?"

"Mhm. Just call me Su Yuntao."

"Alright, Lord Su Yuntao.

"Come on, the adults will wait outside. Children, follow Lord Su Yuntao inside to awaken your Martial Souls. Be sure to behave yourselves."

The moment Wu Ling heard that Su Yuntao would be awakening his Martial Soul, he trembled with excitement. After all, there was a reason people said, "Flowing protagonists, unchanging Su Yuntao."

If Su Yuntao was the one awakening his Martial Soul, then he could count on being halfway secure.

But Wu Ling also felt somewhat puzzled. He had indirectly asked Qie Si about it a few days ago, and among the Soul Masters who had conducted awakenings in recent years, there had been no one named Su Yuntao. So why had he suddenly come this time?

Before he could think further, Qie Si came over and tugged him.

"What are you thinking about, Ling'er? Don't be nervous. Hurry and go."

Wu Ling focused his eyes and saw that all the other children had already gone inside. He was the only one still outside.

Wu Ling smiled sheepishly, then gave Qie Si a reassuring look before jogging into the room.

Once inside, Wu Ling consciously took his place at the very back of the group.

"Alright, the last one. Now I can be seventy-five percent certain."

When Su Yuntao saw Wu Ling join the line, he took a crystal ball and six black round stones from his bag.

He arranged the stones on the floor in the shape of a hexagon, then had the first little boy stand inside it.

Then the Martial Soul Awakening began. Along with Su Yuntao's shout, "Lone Wolf, possess!"

One white and one yellow Spirit Ring appeared before him, and his body underwent drastic changes as well.

His ears began to lengthen, his black hair turned gray and became exceedingly thick, his dark green eyes gleamed with a ghostly light, and the nails on both hands extended and became exceptionally sharp.

Many of the children, including the little boy standing inside the hexagon, shuddered in fright. Several more timid ones burst into tears. Wu Ling, who showed no reaction at all, naturally caught Su Yuntao's attention.

"This child is rather interesting."

Thinking this, Su Yuntao began comforting them.

"Alright, there's no need to be afraid. This is my Martial Soul, Lone Wolf. If you are fortunate enough to awaken a Martial Soul with Soul Power, then you will also become Soul Masters like me in the future and gain similar abilities."

After saying that, Su Yuntao extended his hand toward the little boy in front of him.

As the six stones on the ground flashed, a pair of chopsticks appeared in the little boy's hands.

"Chopsticks. It counts as a tool Martial Soul. Come, let's see whether you have Soul Power."

Su Yuntao placed the crystal ball before the little boy for him to test, but the crystal ball showed no reaction at all.

"You have no Soul Power and cannot become a Soul Master. Go back. Next..."

After some time, it was Wu Ling's turn. Of the eleven people before him, ten had no Soul Power. The only one with first-level Soul Power had awakened a spoon as his Martial Soul.

"Come. Clear away distracting thoughts and feel your inner self."

Standing within the hexagon, Wu Ling calmed himself and closed his eyes.

But for some reason, a scene appeared in his mind. Above a shield shaped like a cross, a colorful summoning array slowly rotated. Then it spun faster and faster, until, with a burst of dazzling white light, Wu Ling suddenly opened his eyes.

That was Heroic Spirit Summoning just now. What's going on?!

At the same time, a disc-shaped object appeared in his hand.

Looking at that all-too-familiar "plate," its name instantly surfaced in Wu Ling's mind.

Unregistered Spirit Origin!