Watching this scene, Ning Zhiyuan felt deeply gratified.
After all, Wu Feng was the daughter of the Red Dragon Clan's chief.
Although her family's clan was a subordinate sect of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect, the Red Dragon Clan had always maintained one or two Titled Douluo.
Now, this little girl from the Red Dragon Clan—who had been judged to have exceptional talent despite not even having awakened her Martial Soul—was still so close to Ning Tian.
In the future, the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect would very likely have a loyal Titled Douluo keeping watch over it.
Besides, Wu Feng and Ning Tian had grown up together, and Wu Feng wasn't a boy, so he didn't have to worry about anyone making off with his precious daughter.
"Shall we head back?" Ning Zhiyuan asked with a smile.
At this, Ning Tian, holding Wu Feng and looking rather helpless, shook her head. "Let's stay and watch the rest of the awakening ceremony."
Faced with his daughter's suggestion, Ning Zhiyuan smiled and nodded in agreement.
The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda Martial Soul had a natural talent: it was exceptionally sensitive to the presence of precious objects.
Ning Zhiyuan's sixth sense told him that there had to be a child with decent talent among the ones undergoing Martial Soul Awakening today.
He might as well look forward to seeing what kind of genius his intuition had picked up on.
The awakening ceremony continued for a long time, stretching from day into dusk.
After each child awakened their Martial Soul, they left with their parents.
As a result, the people in the hall grew fewer and fewer, until there was no one left lingering there.
As the ceremony neared its end,
Ning Zhiyuan couldn't help wondering if his perception had been wrong.
After observing all day, the child with the highest Soul Power had only had Innate Soul Power at level seven.
Level seven Soul Power was certainly decent, but the Martial Soul was simply too poor. The child would probably only reach the Soul Saint level in their lifetime.
With good fortune, Soul Douluo would be the limit for this girl named Nanmen Yun'er.
"Are there any children left who haven't awakened their Martial Souls?" the awakening master called impatiently into the empty hall.
At the same time, he had already started packing up, evidently thinking that no one else would be coming to awaken their Martial Soul.
"Wait." Lin Yuan's voice rang out. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly as he walked up onto the stage.
"Sorry, I was so sleepy from waiting that I dozed off for a while."
The awakening master froze for a moment, then put on a slightly impatient expression as he took out the Awakening Stone again.
"That boy's pretty handsome," Ning Tian said, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Although Lin Yuan's clothes were very plain, he was clean and neat, and his features were well-proportioned.
He still had a long way to go compared with the readers, but among six-year-old boys, he was already considered quite cute.
The sort of boy a big sister with a thing for pretty young boys might lure into an alley, then devour without leaving a crumb.
"Hmph, what's so great about him?" Wu Feng, still clinging to Ning Tian's arm, curled her lip in disdain.
"Ning Tian, you're much prettier than he is. Don't let some pretty boy with a tramp's face lead you astray."
Hearing Wu Feng's words, Ning Zhiyuan nodded in satisfaction.
After all, there had been a melodramatic case in the history of the Douluo Continent: the Holy Maiden Bibi Dong had fallen in love with Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang.
Although most ordinary people considered it a beautiful love story,
to powerful figures like Ning Zhiyuan, who held authority on the Douluo Continent, such a thing was undoubtedly an absolute disaster.
With Wu Feng, a best friend who wasn't swayed by handsome men, around, at least his daughter wouldn't lose herself completely to love.
Though perhaps that choice of words had been a little unfair?
He only needed to remind Ning Tian, not insult the boy so viciously. And how did Wu Feng even know that expression?
Lin Yuan stepped into the awakening formation, and the awakening master dropped his impatient expression.
He looked around, then asked Lin Yuan in confusion, "Child, where are your parents?"
At this, Lin Yuan scrunched up his nose, putting on an expression befitting his age.
"Uncle, I'm an orphan. My mom and dad died in an accident a long time ago..."
"All right, you don't have to say any more. You're a strong child. I'm sure things will get better and better for you," the awakening master hurriedly interrupted.
For a moment, he couldn't help feeling sorry for the poor boy.
Maybe the child had waited until everyone had left to awaken his Martial Soul because he was afraid people would see him and gossip.
That excuse about oversleeping was probably just a cover for his wounded heart.
What a strong child.
Lin Yuan really had just overslept.
"Child, you're very strong. Let Uncle awaken your Martial Soul for you." The awakening master's voice softened further.
Lin Yuan nodded, and the awakening master immediately began the process.
As the hexagram formation beneath his feet glowed warmly, Lin Yuan felt a warm power within him about to surge forth.
He couldn't help starting to plan out the path he would take in the future.
His parents had died in an accident three years ago, so he didn't know what their Martial Souls had been.
But for the past three years, he had consciously trained his body, which made him stronger than ordinary children.
Physical strength wasn't strongly correlated with Innate Soul Power, but at least a healthy, strong physique could mean higher Soul Power.
Lao Huo was a clear example. If he had at least been properly nourished back then, his Innate Soul Power could have reached level three.
If his Martial Soul was powerful, he would make his way in the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect.
If it was weak, he would take the Soul Engineer route, amassing wealth to buy rare treasures and improve his talent.
If it was a Body Martial Soul, then what was there to say? Off to the loving, harmonious Body Sect.
If his Martial Soul was of the mental type and his Soul Power was high, then he could try to seize Lao Huo's life for himself.
There was a risk of being brainwashed by Tang Shenwang or struck dead by a divine lightning bolt.
But Lao Huo's life was just too good, and the allure of the wheelchair build was simply too great.
Even though fusing with the Ice Empress Martial Soul in the early stages would be incredibly painful, it would all be worth it.
Even without the Ice Empress Martial Soul, his foresight alone would give him plenty of potential.
Just as Lin Yuan was daydreaming about the future, another voice suddenly rang out in his mind.
"I... God King of Destruction?"
The voice murmured uncertainly.
"Who? Huh?"
Lin Yuan suddenly realized that he was no longer in the awakening chamber.
He had appeared in his Sea of Consciousness as a manifestation of his own spirit.
At the very top of his Sea of Consciousness hung two spheres radiating purplish-black and green light.
Lin Yuan took a closer look.
One of the two sources of light was a purple hexagram; the other was a green teardrop-shaped ornament.
Lin Yuan's heart pounded wildly, because he recognized what the two things were.
He couldn't help exclaiming, "The Source of Destruction and the Seed of Life? How could they be here?"
"Brat, you actually recognize the inheritances of the two of us?" The male voice coming from within the Source of Destruction sounded puzzled.
Then, the God of Destruction immediately recovered some of his memories.