The Fourth Reader, Old Jack-What Was Wrong with Blue Silver Grass? Blue Silver Grass Had Become a God Too!

From that day onward, Holy Soul Village was renamed God Soul Village.

After reading the last line, Old Jack could hardly believe that, in his lifetime, he had not only seen a Soul Master emerge from the village, but had also seen that Soul Master cultivate into a god!

"Was the Soul Saint showing his divine power?!" Old Jack excitedly examined the palm print left behind by that Soul Saint. After murmuring to himself, he began reading the main text.

He was simply too curious. Which child had such potential?

Chapter 1: Holy Soul Village

Douluo Continent, southwestern Heaven Dou Empire, Fasinuo Province.

Holy Soul Village. Just hearing its name was enough to make it sound like a truly astonishing place.

In reality, however, it was merely a small village of a little over three hundred households south of Nuoding City, in Fasinuo Province.

It was called Holy Soul because, according to legend, a Soul Master of Soul Saint rank had emerged from the village a hundred years ago, giving it its name.

Beyond Holy Soul Village stretched vast tracts of farmland. The grain and vegetables grown here were all supplied to Nuoding City...

Reading the familiar introduction to Holy Soul Village, Old Jack smiled warmly. A god would emerge from this little village in the future.

Seeing the smile on Old Jack's face, Xiao Wuji knew he had written it right.

After all, this was something meant for an old man to read. A little description of local customs and scenery would help him feel deeply immersed in the story.

Three days later, the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony was to be held. Village Chief Old Jack passed the spot where the Soul Saint had left his handprint and gazed at it wistfully.

Almost a hundred years had passed. Since that Soul Saint's time, not a single Soul Master had emerged from Holy Soul Village.

"Isn't this describing the situation right now?" Old Jack lifted his head slightly. Something that had happened so recently struck a deep chord in him, making him feel as if he were right there.

He was eager to know what happened next. After lifting his head a little, he quickly lowered his gaze back to the book.

Though he was past fifty, Old Jack still hadn't given up hope. He firmly believed that another Soul Master would surely emerge from the village.

A responsible man, he went from house to house, telling everyone about the Martial Soul Awakening that would take place three days later.

Until he reached the last house: the home of Tang Hao, the village blacksmith.

"Would that drunkard Tang Hao really stop Xiao San from awakening his Martial Soul?" Old Jack seethed with anger. He had never met a man so utterly dissolute.

Tang Hao was a blacksmith with tremendous strength, yet his drinking had left his life in complete disarray. If Old Jack hadn't helped him out, Tang Hao and his son would probably have starved to death.

"Busy, Tang Hao?" Old Jack greeted him without much warmth.

"The village chief is here." Tang Hao smiled.

"Hmm... Has Tang Hao drunk himself stupid?" Those simple four words made Old Jack feel like a master physician diagnosing Tang Hao as being beyond help.

In the past, Tang Hao would never have been so warm. Even when addressing him, he would only say "Old Jack." He had never called him village chief.

"Watch what you say, Village Chief Old Jack. Be careful, or you might earn yourself a death sentence." Xiao Wuji smiled.

Ignoring Tang Hao's uncharacteristic behavior, Old Jack looked at Tang San, who had come out of the room.

He had just been about to take a good look at the boy when Tang Hao said with a smile, "Village chief, Xiao San is six now. You're here today to take him to awaken his Martial Soul, right?"

Huh? Tang Hao, you actually care about this?

Inside and outside the book, Old Jack was exactly the same. He could hardly believe it.

Tang Hao smiled. "Xiao San is my son, after all."

His son? Hearing that term for a direct descendant come from Tang Hao, the boy's father, struck Old Jack as utterly bizarre.

If you knew he was your son, why did you let him go hungry and cold?

If you knew he was your son, why did you make him cook for you from the age of four?

If you knew...

Old Jack had countless questions he wanted to pour out at Tang Hao all at once, but he didn't say a word.

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

Old Jack nodded firmly, fully agreeing with what his character in the book had done. If he could have set Tang Hao straight, he would have succeeded long ago.

Maybe it was the last flicker before the flame went out. Old Jack figured Tang Hao must be near death to behave so differently, so he decided not to hold it against a dead man.

Old Jack paused, then said, "The Martial Soul Awakening is in three days. I'll come get him then."

"I can take him myself," Tang Hao said with a smile.

Old Jack ignored him. If Tang Hao took the boy, he'd probably be late because of a hangover.

Tang San, however, asked curiously, "Grandpa Jack, what's an Awakening Ceremony?"

Old Jack felt that his decision was absolutely right. It might not be a hangover, as the book suggested. What if Tang Hao died on the way? That wouldn't just delay things; it would leave Tang San with a psychological scar.

Reading the explanation of Martial Soul Awakening and the other related matters, Old Jack lifted his chin proudly.

So he was such a conscientious village chief, explaining the basics of Martial Souls to the children in plain, easy-to-understand terms.

As he read on, Old Jack finally reached the part he had particularly wanted to see.

Chapter 2: The Trash Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, and Innate Full Soul Power

Who was the child who would cultivate into a god? Driven by curiosity, Old Jack read on carefully.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. As promised, Old Jack led Tang San to the Martial Soul Hall in the center of the village.

Of course, this so-called Martial Soul Hall was nothing more than a slightly larger wooden house.

Since everyone had a Martial Soul and children underwent Martial Soul Awakening every year, Martial Soul Halls could be found everywhere across Douluo Continent.

To his surprise, Tang Hao, who usually slept in, had actually gotten up early to accompany Tang San.

Old Jack looked on, nervous and expectant. As in previous years, the Martial Soul Hall's attendant, Su Yuntao, led the eight children who had come that year through their awakening.

During the awakening, Old Jack and the others weren't allowed to take part. As usual, all they could do was wait outside, hearts full of anticipation.

Fortunately, the process didn't take long.

Soon, the children began coming out one by one.

Old Jack asked each of them about the result, but their answers dealt him blow after blow.

Trash Martial Souls, no Innate Soul Power, no chance of becoming Soul Masters.

After the first seven children left, Old Jack didn't give up.

When Su Yuntao emerged first, Old Jack hurried nervously over to him.

"Could it be this year?" Outside the book, Old Jack was getting nervous too.

Su Yuntao sighed. "Of the eight children this year, only one has Soul Power, and he has Innate Full Soul Power. Unfortunately, his Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass. You understand?"

Old Jack had understood perfectly well before, but after reading the book in his hands, he smiled. "What's wrong with Blue Silver Grass? Blue Silver Grass cultivated into a god too!"

Clearly, the Su Yuntao in the book didn't see it that way. After offering a few words of consolation, he headed to the next village.