Wind Sword Sect

The Chuyun Principality lay in the east of the Douluo Continent, a small nation tucked away in a corner. If not for the protection of the Wind Sword Sect, it would likely have become Chuyun Province of the Heaven Dou Empire.

At the easternmost edge of the Chuyun Principality stretched a mountain range spanning thousands of kilometers, known as the Wanghai Mountain Range. The Wind Sword Sect was located atop Chuyun Peak, the range's main peak.

At this moment, the Wind Sword Sect buzzed with voices and activity, looking nothing like a place hidden deep in the mountains. It was more like a bustling city market.

The reason was that today was the Wind Sword Sect's annual martial soul testing day.

Martial souls were everything on the Douluo Continent. Every person possessed a martial soul, and those who successfully awakened theirs and could cultivate were respectfully known as soul masters. The Wind Sword Sect's current sect master, Yang Tianyi, was an unparalleled genius second only to Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect and Qian Daoliu of Spirit Hall.

Yang Tianyi possessed the agility-attack martial soul, the Wind Sword. Though it was not as fierce and powerful as the Haotian Hammer, none could match it in speed, earning it the name of the Flying Sword.

Under his leadership, the Wind Sword Sect had become one of the Seven Sects of the Douluo Continent and, moreover, the foremost of the Lower Four Sects.

As Yang Tianyi's son, Yang Dong had grown up with a golden spoon in his mouth. However, whether he could become the Wind Sword Sect's next sect master depended on whether he could cultivate and awaken the Wind Sword Martial Soul.

"Dong'er, don't be nervous. Walk up slowly and respond to your martial soul with your heart."

A beautiful, dignified woman gently stroked her son's head as she spoke softly.

"Enough, stop dawdling. Everyone's watching!"

Beside the woman, a burly man spoke impatiently. Yet a trace of tenderness flashed deep in his eyes, too subtle to notice. He was Yang Tianyi, the current sect master of the Wind Sword Sect.

"This is my son. What's wrong with giving him a few more instructions? Is your skin itching again?"

Seeing his father get shut down by his mother, Yang Dong could not hold back his laughter despite having seen it many times before. He laughed outright. Who would have thought that the Wind Sword Douluo, a figure who could stir up the continent, was afraid of his wife?

"What are you laughing at? Get over there already. I'll deal with you later."

Yang Tianyi glared and spoke irritably. This is too hard!

You were the one who said I should maintain the image of a strict father while you played the loving mother. Now you've succeeded at being the loving mother, but me, the strict father... sigh!

Yang Tianyi sighed inwardly and casually swept his gaze over his wife. This is really too hard!

"Yes, Father."

Yang Dong suppressed his laughter and began walking toward the awakening array. At that moment, his eyes grew heated.

A martial soul... this is a martial soul. I wonder what kind of martial soul I'll have. Will it be the Wind Sword?

As one of the continent's renowned agility-attack martial souls, the Wind Sword was quite good. And with his ability to foresee what was to come, he was confident he could carve out a place for himself.

That was right. As a youth of the new era, Yang Dong was also one of the great army of transmigrators, and he had transmigrated to the Douluo Continent.

However, he had arrived far too early. Tang San, the future child of destiny, had yet to appear. Even Tang San's father, Tang Hao—the future infamous next Haotian Douluo—was currently only a six-year-old child like him.

"Dong'er, come here. Come to me."

Yang Lan, the Wind Sword Sect's Grand Elder, smiled at Yang Dong. His old face had already creased into a chrysanthemum-like grin.

"Grandpa Lan."

Yang Dong deeply respected the old man before him. Back then, Yang Tianyi's father—Yang Dong's grandfather—had died unexpectedly outside. It was only thanks to Yang Lan and the other elders holding things together that the Wind Sword Sect survived those most difficult years.

The Wind Sword Sect's position as the foremost of the Lower Four Sects was indeed Yang Tianyi's achievement, but without the support of elders like Yang Lan, the sect would never have lasted until Yang Tianyi grew into a Title Douluo.

"Good, good. Come, walk to the center of that great array, then close your eyes."

Yang Lan looked at Yang Dong with a hint of doting affection in his eyes. The child had been close to him since he was young.

Yang Dong obediently walked to the center of the array. Yang Lan then activated it and watched Yang Dong with an expectant expression.

It was not only Yang Lan and Yang Tianyi's wife who were watching. Most of those present today stared intently at Yang Dong's position. Only some children Yang Dong's age were still looking around curiously at Yang Dong, the first to enter the array.

What kind of martial soul Yang Dong awakened would determine his fate. The best possible outcome was naturally awakening the Wind Sword Martial Soul. Then, he would be a qualified young sect master of the Wind Sword Sect.

The worst outcome would be an unusable waste martial soul. From then on, the world of soul masters would be beyond his reach. Still, with Yang Tianyi's protection, he would at least live out his life in wealth and comfort.

"Don't be nervous. Neither of us is ordinary. Dong'er can't possibly awaken a useless martial soul."

Feeling his wife's hand continuously tightening around his sleeve, Yang Tianyi comforted her gently.

Though he said that, Yang Tianyi was no less anxious than his wife. He was simply a man, and he hid his emotions well.

Inside the great array, Yang Dong felt a force continuously drawing out from within his frail body. He instinctively opened his left hand, and a longsword glowing with faint cyan light gradually began to take shape.

"It succeeded! It's the Wind Sword! The Wind Sword Martial Soul unique to our Wind Sword Sect! Congratulations, Sect Master!"

Yang Lan had kept his eyes wide open as he watched. Even when they became dry and sore, he had not blinked, all because he wanted to witness Yang Dong's martial soul being born.

The moment he saw this scene, his mood immediately brightened. The object constantly taking shape was precisely the Wind Sword Martial Soul unique to their Wind Sword Sect.

"Haha!"

Yang Tianyi naturally understood what that faint cyan glow meant. He had barely laughed smugly twice when it abruptly stopped, and he shot forward with an anxious expression.

A new change had occurred within the awakening array. The Wind Sword, which had been steadily taking shape, was wrapped in black mist and began to collapse.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The Wind Sword's collapse felt as though someone were carving flesh from his body with a blade. How could he, who had lived pampered lives in both worlds, endure such pain?

As the Wind Sword continued to shatter, a new change also occurred in his left hand. An eerie purple color continuously spread over it.

"Sect Master, you can't go in! If you interrupt him, Dong'er's life will be ruined. This should be a Martial Soul Mutation!"

Yang Lan blocked Yang Tianyi's path. Hearing Yang Lan say this, Yang Tianyi calmed down.

Hearing his son's screams just now had made him panic, and he had instinctively rushed forward. Fortunately, Yang Lan had stopped him. If the martial soul awakening had truly been interrupted, his child's life would likely have been ruined.