"Lone Wolf, possess me!" Su Yuntao transformed under the horrified gazes of the children. His body swelled, hair sprouted all over him, and his clothes stretched until they were on the verge of bursting.
Jiang Chen watched Su Yuntao's transformation with curiosity. Apart from his handsome face, Su Yuntao now looked just like the werewolves from the Western movies Jiang Chen had seen in his previous life.
All the children except Jiang Chen and Tang San trembled in fear. The first child had his eyes squeezed shut, so at least he didn't see Su Yuntao's terrifying appearance.
Su Yuntao was quite pleased. As long as the first child awakened without a hitch, the others wouldn't be so afraid.
He didn't stop moving his hands as he activated the formation on the ground. A golden barrier immediately enveloped the child.
Countless golden specks drifted out of the black stones and entered the boy's body, calming his slightly trembling figure.
"Hold out your right hand," Su Yuntao said gently.
The boy instinctively held out his right hand, and a sickle slowly took shape.
Su Yuntao was a little disappointed. Although a sickle could be used to attack, he'd never heard of a powerful sickle Soul Master. This Martial Soul was only good for farming.
He picked up the crystal ball and tested the child's Soul Power. The result disappointed him even more: the boy didn't have a trace of Soul Power, which meant he couldn't cultivate.
Six children awakened one after another, all with farming-tool Martial Souls. Su Yuntao was utterly disappointed.
The little girl before Tang San was a little different. She awakened a stalk of Blue Silver Grass.
"This is a Trash Martial Soul. It has no abilities at all. Blue Silver Grass is the most useless Martial Soul on Douluo Continent." As Su Yuntao spoke, tears welled in the little girl's eyes, and she burst into tears.
Su Yuntao took her hand and tested her. As expected, the girl didn't have a trace of Soul Power either.
At last, it was Tang San's turn. He stepped into the formation without waiting for Su Yuntao to call him.
"Come on, Tang San!" Jiang Chen shouted from behind.
Tang San nodded solemnly. None of the first seven children had awakened a Martial Soul they could cultivate, and his heart sank.
So it really was hard to become a Soul Master.
Su Yuntao activated the formation again, and Tang San's right hand successfully conjured his Martial Soul: a stalk of Blue Silver Grass swaying gently.
At first, when he saw more golden specks surge out of the formation than all the other children had produced combined, Su Yuntao had been overjoyed. But the appearance of Tang San's Martial Soul doused his excitement like a bucket of cold water.
His joy vanished. Su Yuntao's face went blank, and he waved dismissively. "Trash Martial Soul. Next."
Old Jack, watching from the side, felt his heart sink. His weathered old face was full of disappointment. This year, it really wasn't going to happen after all.
"Uncle, you haven't tested my Soul Power yet," Tang San reminded him.
Su Yuntao replied flatly, "There's no need. That's a Trash Martial Soul. It can't possibly have Soul Power."
"Please, just let me try," Tang San insisted.
Jiang Chen added, "Lord Soul Master, please test him. It won't take much of your time."
"All right." Su Yuntao turned around, took the crystal ball, and walked over to Tang San without much interest.
Seeing Su Yuntao's indifferent expression, Jiang Chen chuckled to himself. Tang San's Soul Power was sure to scare Brother Tao half to death in a moment.
Chapter 5: How Strong the Resentment, How Evil the Aura
Su Yuntao stood before Tang San with the crystal ball in his hands, looking impatient. He didn't even glance at it.
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