[Lan Yin did not like wearing clothes when she slept.]
[Tang Chuan knew that.]
[But why was Xiao Wu the same?]
[And hadn't the two of them been sent to the other bed by him last night?]
[Tang Chuan angrily punished Lan Yin.]
[The completely defenseless Lan Yin quickly woke up.]
[She tilted her head back slightly, her clear eyes seeming to be veiled by the lingering mist of dawn.]
[They revealed a trace of confusion and innocence.]
[Her slightly parted lips carried an extra sheen of moisture, crystal-clear and glistening.]
[With such a pitifully endearing appearance, even the most upright gentleman...]
[Would inexplicably have a secret, wicked urge deep within his heart to crush her completely in his embrace.]
["Get up already. We still have to go to Spirit Hall to awaken your Martial Soul today."]
[Tang Chuan ultimately softened, awkwardly looking away as he withdrew his hand.]
["How did you sleep last night?"]
["It should have been much better than sleeping in the wilderness, right?"]
[Lan Yin raised her clasped hands over her head and deliberately stretched lazily.]
[The thin blanket was pulled upward, inadvertently outlining the slender yet supple curve of her waist.]
[Her entire bearing was languid to the bone.]
[Carrying an unconsciously captivating charm.]
[It was intoxicating.]
["It was indeed much better than the wilderness."]
[Tang Chuan answered honestly.]
[Earlier, in order to search for Soul Beasts with extreme attributes near Nuoding City, Tang Chuan had lived in the wilderness for six or seven days.]
[Nearly every night, he could hear the ghostly howls of Soul Beasts in the distance, or their shrieks while mating in the middle of the night.]
[He had slept very poorly.]
[After a while, the two of them woke Xiao Wu, who was still sleeping soundly.]
[After eating lunch together, they headed toward Spirit Hall.]
["Huh? Tang Chuan, you still haven't awakened your Martial Soul?"]
[Xiao Wu was rather bewildered upon hearing they were going to Spirit Hall. Clearly, she had not expected Tang Chuan to not even have a Martial Soul yet.]
[But when they had been fooling around last night...]
[Xiao Wu had clearly felt that Tang Chuan was stronger than even her, a level-twelve assault-type Battle Soul Master with her first Spirit Ring.]
[At the entrance to Spirit Hall.]
[As Tang Chuan's group approached, the guards at the entrance instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons.]
["This is Spirit Hall. Unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter."]
[However, Lan Yin gave him no opportunity to continue. A faint yet palpable pressure spread toward the guards before her.]
[The guards' expressions changed drastically. This aura... was it a Soul King? Or a Soul Emperor?]
["Inform your hall master that distinguished guests have arrived."]
[As one of the Heaven Dou Empire's cities closest to the border...]
[Nuoding City's strongest expert was merely a Soul King.]
[How could ordinary Soul Masters like them dare act presumptuously? They promptly and respectfully welcomed the three inside.]
[After receiving the report.]
[The Nuoding City Spirit Hall Master, who had been investigating information concerning Sword Douluo Chen Xin and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's young princess Ning Rongrong being sighted, frowned.]
["Distinguished guests? What distinguished guests?"]
[Just as he headed toward the reception room in confusion, he suddenly felt an alarming sensation rise in his heart.]
[This feeling was almost no different from when he met the high-ranking elders of Spirit Hall.]
[Was it a Soul Douluo? Or a Title Douluo?]
[The Spirit Hall Master swallowed. When he pushed open the door, his previously stern expression immediately turned warm and kindly.]
[With such swift changes in expression and adaptability, it was no wonder he had become the master of Spirit Hall!]
["Haha, how embarrassing. This old man has been busy with affairs lately and did not know of your esteemed arrival. Forgive me for failing to welcome you properly."] The hall master courteously cupped his hands toward Lan Yin, though he was greatly astonished inside.]
[Clearly, he had not expected this mysterious expert to be a woman.]
[His demeanor even left the maidservant preparing tea for Lan Yin's group momentarily stunned.]
[She had not expected the usually stern hall master to be so approachable today.]
[Lan Yin did not put on any airs either and politely returned the greeting. After all, they were here to ask for help, and if the other party was willing to communicate properly, it would save her much trouble.]
[When the Spirit Hall Master heard that Tang Chuan intended to awaken his Martial Soul.]
[He immediately instructed someone to make the preparations.]
[Although Spirit Hall's monthly Martial Soul awakening ceremonies for commoners were held on fixed dates, and anyone who missed one had to wait for the next.]
[Before absolute strength and social etiquette, such rules were no issue at all.]
[Moreover, the ceremony prepared for Tang Chuan was not merely of the highest standard—the Spirit Hall Master even said that he would personally preside over it.]
[This was enough to show just how much importance the hall master placed on Lan Yin.]
[Everyone gathered in a lavishly decorated room.]
["Come, little friend. Enter the center of the formation. This old man will awaken your Martial Soul for you."] The hall master smiled as he led Tang Chuan to the very center of the room, where they stood facing each other.]
[The Spirit Hall staff members around them were filled with surprise.]
["Which top power's young master could this youth possibly be?"]
["Even the hall master is willing to make an exception to the rules for him."]
["I have never seen the hall master act so fawning before."]
["I wonder what kind of Martial Soul he will awaken. It must be incredible, right?"]
[The ceremony officially began.]
[The Spirit Hall Master released his Martial Soul. Two yellow, two purple, and one black Spirit Ring rose from beneath his feet—he was unmistakably a powerful Five-Ring Soul King.]
[As he injected Soul Power into the formation.]
[The formation began to glow with white light, and countless points of light surged into Tang Chuan's body.]
[After several dozen breaths, two warm currents circulated through his body for a full cycle before flowing toward his hands.]
[His right hand reacted first.]
[A tiny Blue Silver Grass appeared in his palm.]
[However, this Blue Silver Grass differed from ordinary Blue Silver Grass. The final tenth of it shifted in a gradient from blue to black, giving it an exceptionally cool appearance.]
[Blue Silver Grass? How could it be Blue Silver Grass? It's actually a useless Martial Soul!]
[Yet when this scene appeared before the Spirit Hall Master, his face suddenly stiffened, and his heart went cold.]
[The staff around him were all dumbfounded as well.]
[They looked at one another.]
[Not a single one of them dared say a word.]
["Wow, it's Blue Silver Grass! It's so pretty—and it happens to be a Martial Soul I like to eat."] Xiao Wu swayed her long ponytail and gave Tang Chuan a thumbs-up.]
[As a Soul Beast, Xiao Wu simply did not understand how despairing ordinary people would be upon awakening a useless Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass.]
[At this moment, she was only happy that her good friend Tang Chuan had successfully awakened a Martial Soul.]
[The Spirit Hall Master was extremely disappointed, yet he still forced out an ugly smile and tried to comfort him.]
["Don't lose heart. Although Blue Silver Grass is a useless Martial Soul, its vitality is exceptionally strong.]
[If you absorb Spirit Rings from healing-type or support-type Soul Beasts, you may still become an outstanding healing support-type Soul Master in the future... Gah..."]
[However, before he could finish.]
[Tang Chuan's left hand suddenly erupted with an incomparably dazzling light, while an intense Martial Soul pressure swept in every direction.]
[What appeared in his palm was a black iron hammer that looked as though it had been meticulously carved.]
[The Spirit Hall Master's comforting gesture abruptly froze in midair.]
[He stood rigidly in place as though someone had cast a binding spell on him, forgetting even how to breathe.]
[Several dozen seconds passed.]
[Only then did he come back to his senses.]
[As his pupils constricted violently, a cry of shock filled with authority and trembling rang through the entire room.]
["It's actually Twin Martial Souls!!!"]
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