Douluo: A Person in Peerless, Fake God Chapter 3

As they spoke, Master Cheng placed the crystal ball before the child. As the little boy spread his palm and placed it on top, a blue radiance began to rise gradually from the base of the crystal ball.

Behind him, the little boy's parents couldn't help but hold their breath, watching the shimmering crystal ball with nervous expressions.

The blue light settled at approximately the one-third mark.

"Innate soul power, level four."

Master Cheng nodded with a smile and encouraged him, "Not bad, child. If you cultivate diligently in the future, you will certainly become a Soul Master. Stand behind me for now and wait for the testing to finish; I will take you all to register your martial souls later."

Master Cheng was in a good mood.

The first child already possessed soul master talent, which made him look forward to the remaining children even more.

He hoped that someone with level six or higher would awaken today.

"Alright, next!"

After composing his emotions, Master Cheng continued the martial soul awakening.

"Next."

"..."

"Next."

Similar scenes played out one after another, with various martial souls appearing within the hexagram array. The good luck of the first child seemed to continue, as four of the next nine children tested also possessed soul power.

One child even reached an innate soul power of level six.

However, this was normal.

After all, the children Master Cheng awakened were not of ordinary status, and their chances of becoming Soul Masters were higher than those of average children.

Soon, it was finally Su Luoheng's turn for the martial soul awakening.

"Son, go ahead."

"Mom believes in you; you will definitely become a Soul Master!"

"Mm."

The couple smiled radiantly and made a 'fighting' gesture, appearing full of confidence in little Luoheng's ability to awaken a martial soul.

"It's your turn, child."

Glancing at the three remaining children, Master Cheng wiped the sweat from his brow and signaled for Su Luoheng to step forward.

His mood was completely different from his parents'.

He felt just like he did when drawing cards in the games of his past life—filled with anticipation, worry, excitement, and nervousness. He prayed that his luck wouldn't be terrible this time; there was no pity system for martial soul awakening, after all...

"Get ready, child. We're starting now."

Su Luoheng nodded, took a deep breath, and walked into the center of the awakening stones.

As green light surged into the awakening stones, a pale golden glow ignited and enveloped him once more.

Warmth—that was the first thing Su Luoheng sensed.

His entire body was wrapped in this balmy radiance, a feeling that was warm and comfortable. It was no wonder the previous children's emotions had calmed down upon entering the awakening array.

As specks of light continuously poured into his body, Su Luoheng vaguely felt as if something within him was being stirred.

He subconsciously spread his hands.

However, no shadow of a martial soul appeared in his palms.

At the same time, the golden light suddenly became brilliant and dazzling!

In the blink of an eye, a peculiar scene appeared behind Su Luoheng: an endless, boundless desert. It felt as if he were truly there, with countless nameless swords thrust into the ground as far as the eye could see.

But in an instant, all these swords vanished, leaving only the desolate desert.

The astonished Master Cheng had only taken one look before he felt as if he were trapped within it, a sense of desolation rushing toward him.

As the radiance faded, he remained immersed in shock.

This was...

Space, or perhaps an illusion?

What kind of martial soul was this?

In his more than ten years as an awakening soul master, he had never seen such a strange martial soul phenomenon!

"Hm?"

"Our son seems to have awakened a peculiar martial soul. Although we don't know what type it is, judging by the fluctuations during the awakening, Luoheng's innate soul power level shouldn't be too weak."

"Mm, the fluctuations just now should be related to the spiritual attribute."

"..."

Su Junran and Ye Lan looked at each other, their expressions filled with surprise.

Even with their extensive experience, the two of them could not discern what kind of martial soul their little one had awakened.

At the same time, Master Cheng finally regained his composure.

"Child, what is the name of your martial soul?"

"I... I don't know either."

Hearing this, Su Luoheng shook his head, also examining his own martial soul.

"Let's classify it as a special martial soul for now." Master Cheng reined in his thoughts, observed it for a moment longer, and then waved his hand. "Retract your martial soul first. Place your hand on this to test your innate soul power level."

"Understood."

After a brief attempt, Su Luoheng successfully retracted his martial soul and placed his right hand on the crystal ball.

Specks of blue light rose within the crystal ball once more, and in the blink of an eye, the radiance spread to almost the entire sphere.

"Innate—"

But just as Master Cheng was about to announce the result, the light that had filled the entire crystal ball slowly receded like a receding tide, and his excited voice came to an abrupt halt along with it.

The light in the crystal ball continued to flicker on and off.

At this moment, Su Luoheng felt a sensation in his heart; a portion of his soul power seemed to be drawn back into his body.

As time passed, the light finally settled at a position near the top.

"..."

"Innate soul power, level eight."

Master Cheng's voice carried a hint of regret. Although innate level eight soul power was already an excellent talent, it still fell short of the innate full soul power. This child's soul power was just as strange as his martial soul.

Perhaps his eyes had just been playing tricks on him.

"Stand behind me, child. Although this martial soul is special, with this level of innate soul power, it shouldn't be too weak."

"Understood."

Hearing this, Su Luoheng walked behind Master Cheng.

Although it wasn't the "full soul power" standard for transmigrators, he was already very satisfied with level eight.

However, he felt that his martial soul awakening seemed slightly different from what his father had described.

"Level eight! Junran, look!"

Hearing Su Luoheng's soul power level, an excited Ye Lan gripped Su Junran's arm. "It's one level higher than yours! Junran, our son is truly amazing!"

"That goes without saying, he is my son, after all!"

"Hmm?"

"It is primarily thanks to you, my dear."

"That's more like it~"

Su Junran smiled gently, his gaze lingering on the crystal ball, lost in thought.

He had noticed the earlier flash of full soul power.

During soul power tests, the light in the crystal ball always increased from bottom to top; it had never been known to decrease.

If the crystal ball wasn't faulty, then only one possibility remained.

"Little brother congratulates Brother Jun and Sister Lan."

"I also didn't expect Luoheng to have such talent!"

"..."

"We owe many thanks to you, worthy brother, for your preparations for Luoheng today. We will certainly visit to express our gratitude when we have time."

"What are you saying, Brother Jun? This is only right."

The enthusiastic Chen Mingxuan beamed, watching the three of them leave Heaven Soul Hall.

On the Douluo Continent, the ten levels of innate soul power determined a soul master's future growth ceiling.

Innate level eight soul power meant that as long as Su Luoheng cultivated step by step, he would basically face no bottlenecks in reaching the Soul Douluo level.

Coupled with the impressive strength of Su Junran and his wife, a smart person would naturally maintain this relationship well.

"From now on, our little Luoheng is a soul master too~"

"But I still don't know what my martial soul does. What if it's—" Su Luoheng was still concerned about his martial soul.

"Worried that it's a trash martial soul?"

"A little."

"You brat, aren't you usually quite smart~"

"Hmm?"

Su Junran couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to poke Su Luoheng's little head.

"Your father is right."

Ye Lan shot Su Junran a playful, reproachful glare before leaning down to smooth her son's hair, whispering, "Don't forget, you have an innate soul power of level eight. What kind of trash martial soul could possibly grant such high soul power?"

"Mm!"

Hearing this, little Luoheng's mood instantly brightened.

He turned his gaze toward the street vendors, his bright, lively eyes darting around.

"Mom, can I..."

"Still thinking about candied haws? Didn't you have enough last night?" Following Su Luoheng's gaze, Ye Lan immediately saw through his little scheme.

"Ah! Mom, how did you know?"

"Hmph~"

Ye Lan poked her son's little head, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

The little guy looked toward his father, who simply shrugged to show he couldn't help.

Seeing this, Su Luoheng's eyes rolled, and he dove straight into Ye Lan's arms, blinking his eyes pitifully as he accused, "Dad snatched them all away last night; I didn't get to eat a single one."

"Your father took them?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Huh?"

"No, honey, that's my son—"

"What 'huh'? You're a grown man, and you're stealing food from a child?"

"Fine, this is the last time. Go buy one."