Innate Level Three, Martial Soul: Radiant Light

Nuoding City.

"Martial Soul: Radiant Light! Innate soul power: level three!"

As the verdict that would determine his fate rang out, the light in Su Sanjia's eyes dimmed somewhat. He was not satisfied with this result, but when he saw the undisguised envy in the eyes of the children behind him, he was left speechless again.

"Not bad, little one. With diligent cultivation, reaching the Soul Elder realm will be no problem at all."

Sensing the change in Su Sanjia's mood, the Spirit Hall deacon responsible for martial soul awakenings offered a word of comfort. He was not mocking him. After all, he himself was only a Grand Soul Master, with innate soul power of merely level two.

What could Su Sanjia say to that? Among the children his age who had awakened their martial souls alongside him, he was the only one with soul power. On Douluo I's timeline, this was not unusual. Level-three soul power was admittedly rather poor, but it was still enough to live a life ordinary people could scarcely imagine.

But for a transmigrator, that was nowhere near enough!!!

On the current timeline, Qian Xunji was already dead, and the current Pope of Spirit Hall was Bibi Dong. Tang San had already been born and was only two years younger than him. In other words, Su Sanjia had happened to transmigrate into the timeline of Douluo I, right as the protagonist was about to rise to prominence.

Level-three soul power? Becoming a Soul Elder?

With standards like that, he did not even qualify to sit at the table!

Except for that so-called master whose theory was supposedly unmatched.

Could it be that after being given another life, he would still end up as a nobody?

Su Sanjia was deeply unwilling to accept that. Ignoring the congratulations ringing in his ears, he began to think.

He would never resign himself to an ordinary life!

In his previous life, he had been an unremarkable ordinary person from Blue Star, an orphan who had left the orphanage and lived his whole life by the rules. After staying up all night watching an anime, he was sent here the next day by a reincarnation device from another world—the Fortune Immortal Venerable, a master of strength.

That was not strange at all... my ass!

Was that guy sick?! He had been resting at home the next day! What kind of fortune could drive all the way up to the twelfth floor?!

And in this life, he had likewise come from an orphanage. He had transmigrated into this world, which was mocked as the bottom rung of fantasy worlds, yet still offered the chance to rise to the peak, become a god, and enjoy eternal life!

God!

That word radiated endless temptation!

Freedom, unfettered existence, the admiration of countless people...

"I'm probably the most miserable transmigrator there is. Innate level-three soul power, destined to never reach the Soul King realm or above. No system, no old grandpa mentor, nothing at all—just a shallow understanding of Douluo Continent..."

Su Sanjia laughed at himself and left the awakening hall. After exchanging a few words with the orphanage director waiting outside, the man ecstatically patted him on the shoulder, marveling that this rundown orphanage would finally produce a soul master. After perfunctorily responding a few times, Su Sanjia returned to his room.

He stared blankly at the apple on the table for quite some time.

This might have been the only thing he had brought with him when he transmigrated to Douluo Continent. The entire apple seemed to be carved from jade, but it looked clouded and dull, clearly worthless. According to the director, this apple had been beside him when he was sent to the orphanage. As a seasoned webnovel reader, Su Sanjia had clearly sensed something unusual about it. Yet after all these years, he still could not figure out what it was for.

Su Sanjia came back to himself, his gaze turning resolute.

He was unwilling to be ordinary, so he had to make a choice!

Given the current timeline, there was very little he could do, but...

He tore off a sheet of paper and began writing rapidly.

It was a letter requesting an audience.

The truth was, although he had once held Yu Xiaogang in disdain, the man was clearly the thickest thigh he could cling to right now! Tang San? What was he thinking? Haotian Douluo was by Tang San's side. What could a little brat with only innate level-three soul power accomplish by shamelessly running over to fawn on him?

He could only pour out every bit of literary skill in his chest. One bootlicking phrase after another, one compliment after another—his goal was simple. He hoped that Yu Xiaogang would take him as a disciple while in a good mood.

After all, according to that Spirit Hall deacon, a martial soul like Radiant Light was quite rare on this continent.

The scene shifted.

"Sorry, little one. That master does not seem to have any intention of accepting disciples."

Su Sanjia had spent the only gold soul coin the orphanage director had given him, yet he had not even gotten to see Yu Xiaogang. Perhaps because of the money, the academy teacher who had helped deliver the message lowered his voice and added:

"Kid, let me tell you the truth. The master did not even read the letter you sent. He just tossed it aside. That man thinks very highly of himself."

The academy teacher could not understand why anyone would actually want to take that useless man with only level twenty-nine soul power as their master. Seeing the child before him gradually turn pale, he ultimately could not bear it. He took out the gold soul coin and slipped it back into Su Sanjia's shirt pocket.

"Kid, let me say one more thing. You should give up on this idea! That master said... sigh!"

Seeing Su Sanjia standing there in a daze, the teacher shook his head before turning and leaving.

Creak, creak...

Su Sanjia clenched his teeth, his nails digging deeply into his palms. Blood dripped down, still carrying some warmth, but his heart felt as cold as if it had fallen into an ice pit.

The last path had been cut off.

So this was how far the "master thinks highly of himself" mentioned in the original story went! Of course. He had come from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan. Even if he was useless, he still looked down on commoner soul masters like them from the bottom of his heart!

A powerful sense of humiliation surged through Su Sanjia. He did not need to think to guess what that academy teacher had left unsaid!

It must have been something unpleasant. After all, in Yu Xiaogang's eyes, his talent could only be branded with the label of trash.

He turned away in anger. After leaving Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy, he wandered aimlessly through the city. Only after night had fallen did he return to the orphanage where he had lived for six years. The director stood at the entrance, seemingly having waited for quite a while.

"Sanjia, come. Keep Grandpa Director company for a while!"

The director was already over seventy years old. He was a level-nineteen soul master with a single white soul ring, serving as the director of Nuoding City Orphanage, which had been funded by Spirit Hall. Over the years, very few children with soul power had left Nuoding City Orphanage. Among those children, Su Sanjia's innate level-three soul power ranked around the middle, which was quite good.

"Why the long face? Come on, give Grandpa Director a smile!"

Facing this kind old man, Su Sanjia forced out a smile. He was the only person in this world who cared about him.

"Innate level-three soul power does not necessarily mean you have no hope of becoming strong. Sanjia, what is it that you want?"

The director gently stroked Su Sanjia's head. His warm voice gradually soothed Su Sanjia's restless heart. Faced with this question, Su Sanjia answered without hesitation:

"Freedom!"

"Oh? Freedom? What an ambitious goal! But no matter how ambitious your goal is, you still need to fill your stomach first!"

As if performing a magic trick, the director pulled a chicken drumstick from his robes.

"Now that you have a goal, charge toward it without looking back! Do not think about what the outcome will be. As long as you have no regrets, as long as you give it everything you have, then even if you die halfway there, there will be nothing to regret!"

"Mm!"

In the room, the few roommates sharing his dormitory were already sound asleep. Su Sanjia sat at the table, idly turning the jade apple over in his hand. Suddenly, he let out a self-mocking chuckle.

"Innate level-three soul power... I was too fixated on it! So what if my talent is poor? Are there not countless treasures in this world that can defy fate and change one's destiny? Grandpa Director is right. If I want to live without restraint, if I want freedom, then I should fight for it with everything I have! Even if I die, I will never regret it!"

Su Sanjia tightly clenched the jade apple in his hand. As he exerted force, the wound in his palm, which had just begun to heal, tore open once more.

Blood seeped into the apple.

Its murky color suddenly burst forth with a blinding light!

"This is...!"

Su Sanjia was startled. The light grew increasingly intense until it was about to illuminate the entire room! Realizing things were going wrong, Su Sanjia hurriedly dove beneath his blanket and pressed the apple tightly beneath his body.

A moment later, the light faded.

Su Sanjia quickly pulled the fruit out from beneath himself. The strange sensation in his palm made his pupils suddenly constrict.

Spiraling patterns, thorn-like protrusions—it looked like a cluster of strange golden grapes!

Thump, thump, thump!

That was Su Sanjia's heartbeat!

There was no mistake!

This was the thing he had longed for so desperately in the anime he had stayed up watching in his previous life!!!

The Glint-Glint Fruit!!!