The Fourth Reader, Old Jack, What Happened to the Blue Silver Grass? The Blue Silver Grass Has Also Cultivated into a God!

[From that day on, Holy Soul Village was renamed God Soul Village.]

After reading the final line, Old Jack truly hadn't expected that in his lifetime, not only would he see a Spirit Master emerge from the village, but that Spirit Master would even cultivate to become a god!

"Did the Spirit Saint manifest?!" Old Jack looked at the palm print left behind by that Spirit Saint with excitement. After muttering this, he began to read the main text.

He was simply too curious: which child exactly possessed such potential?

[Chapter 1: Holy Soul Village

Douluo Continent, southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire, Fasinuo Province.

Holy Soul Village—if one were to judge by the name alone, it would certainly be a rather astonishing title.

But in reality, it was merely a small village of just over three hundred households located south of Nuoding City in Fasinuo Province.

The reason it was named "Holy Soul" was because, according to legend, a Spirit Saint-level Spirit Master had walked out of this place a hundred years ago, hence the name.

Outside Holy Soul Village lay vast stretches of farmland; the grain and vegetables produced here were all supplied to Nuoding City...]

Looking at the familiar introduction regarding Holy Soul Village, Old Jack wore a kindly smile. This little village would indeed produce a god in the future.

Seeing the smile on Old Jack's face, Xiao Wuji knew he hadn't written it wrong.

After all, this was something for an old man to read; appropriate descriptions of local customs and traditions would give them a deep sense of immersion.

[The Spirit Awakening Ceremony was to be held in three days. Village Chief Old Jack passed by the spot where the Spirit Saint had left his handprint and looked at it with a melancholy expression.

Nearly a hundred years had passed. Since the appearance of that Spirit Saint, Holy Soul Village had never produced another Spirit Master.]

"Isn't this talking about the current situation?" Old Jack raised his head. Such a thing that had just happened made him feel deeply touched, as if he were there in person.

Desperate to know what the future held, he raised his head for a moment before immediately dropping his gaze back to the book.

[Although he was over fifty, Old Jack still hadn't given up hope. He firmly believed that the village would definitely be able to produce another Spirit Master.

Being a responsible man, he informed every single household about the Spirit Awakening Ceremony taking place in three days.

Until he reached that house—the home of the village blacksmith, Tang Hao.]

"Could that drunkard Tang Hao actually refuse to let Tang San awaken his spirit?" Old Jack's anger flared up. He had never seen such a decadent man.

He was clearly a blacksmith with immense strength, yet because of his greed for alcohol, he lived his life in a complete mess. If not for his own relief efforts, Tang Hao and his son would likely have starved to death.

["Tang Hao, are you busy?" Old Jack greeted him in a lukewarm tone.

"The Village Chief is here," Tang Hao said with a smile on his face.]

"Hmm... has this Tang Hao drunk himself stupid?" With those four simple words, Old Jack, as if he were a divine physician, diagnosed Tang Hao with a terminal condition.

In the past, when would Tang Hao ever respond with such enthusiasm? Even when addressing him, he would only call him "Old Jack"—when had he ever called him Village Chief?

"Watch your tongue, Village Chief Old Jack. Be careful, or you'll be courting death," Xiao Wuji smiled.

[Not wanting to dwell on the abnormal Tang Hao, Old Jack looked toward Tang San, who had just emerged from the room.

He had just wanted to take a good look when Tang Hao actually smiled and said, "Village Chief, Tang San is six years old now. You came today for the spirit awakening, right?"]

// "Huh? Tang Hao, you actually care about this?" //

Both inside and outside the book, Old Jack's reaction was identical; he couldn't believe it at all.

[Tang Hao laughed, "Tang San is my son, after all."]

Son? This term for a direct descendant, coming from the mouth of a father like Tang Hao, made Old Jack feel incredibly wrong.

You know he's your son, yet you let him go hungry and cold?

You know he's your son, yet you let him start cooking for you at four years old?

You know...

Old Jack had countless questions in his heart he wanted to dump onto Tang Hao all at once, but he didn't say a single word.

How could one reason with a sick person, especially one who was already beyond saving?

Old Jack nodded heavily, feeling very much in agreement with his own actions in the book. If Tang Hao could have been disciplined, he would have succeeded long ago.

It must be a final burst of clarity before death. Old Jack felt that Tang Hao must be near death to act like a completely different person, so he decided not to bicker with a dying man.

[Old Jack paused for a moment and said, "The spirit awakening is in three days. I'll come to pick him up then."

"I'll just accompany him," Tang Hao smiled.]

Old Jack ignored him. If he let Tang Hao take him, he would likely be delayed by a hangover.

Tang San, however, asked curiously, "Grandpa Jack, what is an awakening ceremony?"

...]

Old Jack felt his decision was entirely correct. Though it might not necessarily be the hangover the book suggested, if Tang Hao died halfway there, it wouldn't just be a matter of being late—it would leave a psychological shadow on Tang San.

Looking at the text-based introduction regarding the spirit awakening and other matters, Old Jack lifted his chin with some pride.

So, he was such a conscientious village chief, explaining the basic information about spirits to the children in such an easy-to-understand way.

Reading further down, Old Jack finally saw the part he had been particularly eager to see.

[Chapter 2: The Trash Spirit Blue Silver Grass and Innate Full Spirit Power]

Who was that child who cultivated into a god? Carrying this curiosity, Old Jack read on intently.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Old Jack led Tang San to the Spirit Hall in the center of the village as promised.

Of course, this so-called Spirit Hall was merely a slightly larger wooden house.

Because everyone possessed a martial soul and children underwent martial soul awakening every year, one could see the presence of the Spirit Hall in every corner of the Douluo Continent.

What surprised him was that Tang Hao, who usually slept in, had actually gotten up early to accompany Tang San.

Old Jack read on with nervous anticipation. Su Yuntao, a deacon of the Spirit Hall who was no different from previous years, led the eight children for this year's awakening.

Old Jack and the others were not qualified to participate in the awakening process; they could only stand outside the door as they always did, waiting with high expectations.

Fortunately, the process did not take long.

Soon, the children came out one by one.

Old Jack asked about the results one by one, but the children's answers dealt him blow after blow.

Wasted martial soul, no innate soul power, unable to become a soul master.

After the seven children left, Old Jack did not give up.

Seeing Su Yuntao walk out first, Old Jack nervously went up to meet him.

"Could it be this year?" Outside the book, Old Jack felt nervous as well.

Su Yuntao sighed, "Among the eight children this year, only one possesses soul power, and it is even innate full soul power. It is a pity that his martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. Do you understand?"

Originally, Old Jack would have understood perfectly, but having read the book in his hands, he smiled, "What is wrong with Blue Silver Grass? Blue Silver Grass also cultivated into a god!"

Clearly, the Su Yuntao in the book did not share this realization. After offering a few words of comfort, he headed to the next village.