Celebrate My Birth

As Soul Power poured in, the awakening array lit up. Countless motes of light rose from the ground like fireflies, weaving into a dazzling river of stars in the air.

Su Haitao's pupils contracted slightly as he stared fixedly at the surging white light ahead, fragmented reflections flickering in his eyes.

Judging by his twenty-five years of experience awakening martial souls at the age of twenty, this was undoubtedly a high-quality martial soul.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he said excitedly:

"Ha ha ha! Could it be... that I've finally run into a genius this time? I'm rich! Have my good days finally arrived?!"

At the center of the array, Ziyang's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Nine-colored radiance wrapped around him like satin. Emerald life energy seeped from his pores, condensing into a crystalline glow over his skin.

The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. His arms spread slightly, as though he had sunk into a hot spring.

"Boom—!"

The nine-colored light suddenly collapsed inward, gathering entirely in his right palm. As the void trembled, a beastly roar sharp enough to pierce metal and split stone exploded, and the shockwave sent Su Haitao's robes fluttering wildly.

As the smoke cleared, a small pitch-black beast stepped out on light.

Its scales were grim and imposing, its tail like a steel whip, while violet Destruction energy flickered within its scarlet vertical pupils. It lifted its head arrogantly and slammed a forepaw into the ground, seeming to make the room tremble slightly.

Ziyang's mouth twitched as he stared at the creature that looked like a dragon, yet not quite. A vein throbbed faintly on his forehead.

Had Yu Xiaogang cursed him? Was he doomed to remain a level twenty-nine Grand Soul Master in this life?

Would he have to nurture a god too?

The little beast slowly raised its head, its black scales reflecting a cold gleam beneath the awakening chamber's light.

Its dark-violet vertical pupils narrowed slightly as it stared straight at Ziyang. A low hiss emerged from deep in its throat, as if some ancient language were trembling through the air.

Ziyang's pupils shrank. A domineering thought suddenly rang clearly beside his ears—What are you looking at? Why aren't you worshipping me yet? Celebrate my birth!

Su Haitao frowned slightly as he stared at the strange soul beast. His lips moved, but no words came out. This was an External Martial Soul, something seen perhaps once in twenty thousand years.

The previous person to possess an External Martial Soul, Yu Xiaogang, had taught a god.

Ziyang stared fixedly at the little beast before him, growing more alarmed the longer he looked—the sharp dragon horns, savage scales, and wild eyes made it look exactly like a shrunken Chimera missing eight heads.

He wondered whether they would grow out later. It would be best if it could grow nine heads and a pair of wings vast enough to blot out the sky.

If that were truly the case, then his Innate Soul Power definitely would not be low.

The little beast narrowed its black-violet vertical pupils. As its nostrils flared, a wisp of dark Destruction energy spewed out, scorching a small hole directly into the floor.

"Destruction attribute! It's actually the rare Destruction attribute!" Su Haitao's pupils constricted sharply as he pointed toward a machine nearby. "Quick, put your hand on that device!"

But Ziyang ignored him completely. He slowly clenched his fists, and his knuckles let out a teeth-grinding series of cracks.

A dangerous curve tugged at his lips as his blade-sharp gaze pinned the little beast in place. "Master Su Haitao, please wait a moment. My martial soul seems a little disobedient. I need to teach it a lesson first. This is very important!"

The little beast's scales suddenly bristled. It instinctively retreated half a step, releasing a threatening growl from its throat.

"Don't come near me! Be careful, or I'll bite you!"

But in the next instant, Ziyang's figure blurred—

"Euler!"

A Dragon Uppercut blasted upward, brutally tearing through the air with an ear-piercing boom. Before the little beast could react, its black body was launched into the air like a rag doll.

Ziyang bent his legs slightly, his small body shooting after the airborne beast like a cannonball.

"Euler, Euler, Euler—!"

His fists moved so fast they became afterimages, every blow carrying terrifying brute force.

Sparks burst from the little beast's scales beneath the rainstorm of punches, while dull impacts boomed like war drums.

Su Haitao watched helplessly as that sturdy scaled body was beaten into dents and distortions, black scales scattering in every direction.

When Ziyang's final axe kick smashed the little beast into the ground, dust billowed everywhere. Within the dust, the six-year-old boy pressed one knee against the creature's neck, his right fist raised high and a chilling ferocity flashing in his eyes. "Do you submit? Do you know who you're supposed to listen to from now on?"

"I submit, I submit! You're the boss from now on, and I'm second! Everyone else is trash!" The little beast had only just been born, yet Ziyang's barrage of punches had already shattered its dream of invincibility.

It obediently curled up where it was and no longer dared to make trouble. It could sense that its life seemed connected to the boy before it. If something happened to him, something would seemingly happen to it as well.

Su Haitao swallowed with difficulty. What kind of six-year-old child was this strong?!

Later, he would check whether Ziyang possessed Twin Martial Souls. It was said that certain body martial souls displayed terrifying talent immediately after awakening.

Ziyang slowly withdrew his fist, the violent aura around him receding like the tide. His black eyes became clear again. He straightened his rumpled clothes and spoke gently. "Master Su Haitao, it's settled."

The boy placed his hand on the Soul Power testing device. The soul tool screen lit up, its numbers jumping wildly before finally stopping at "10," without changing further.

Ziyang frowned slightly. Innate Full Soul Power was certainly rare, but compared to those legendary freaks with innate level twenty Soul Power, it still fell somewhat short.

Even so, the boy's heart was filled with excitement. His future was absolutely secure now. Reaching the limit might not be a problem.

"Innate Full Soul Power—it's actually Innate Full Soul Power!" Su Haitao's breathing suddenly quickened, and a frightening gleam burst from his clouded pupils.

He rushed forward in a single stride, his five fingers gripping Ziyang's wrist like eagle claws as he felt along the arm bone inch by inch, seemingly searching for something.

Ziyang's body stiffened at the sudden examination, and he instinctively tried to pull his arm back. "Master Su Haitao, what are you doing?"

"I'm checking whether you have Twin Martial Souls," Su Haitao explained.

"Twin Martial Souls?" Although Ziyang knew what Twin Martial Souls were, he had not expected that he might possess them too.

"How strange. I poured so much Soul Power into him, so why hasn't anything unusual happened?" Su Haitao was somewhat disappointed. He had thought his performance would soar.

He stood up and spoke again:

"Originally, you wouldn't have needed to undergo a spiritual power test. But considering that you have Innate Full Soul Power, I'll make the decision to waive your spiritual power testing fee."

As he spoke, a helmet was placed over Ziyang's head.

"The stronger your spiritual power, the higher the grade of Soul Spirit you can contract. Since you have Innate Full Soul Power, you can directly absorb your first Soul Spirit. This test will also reveal the limit of the Soul Ring you can absorb, allowing you to choose the most suitable Soul Spirit." The Spirit Master did not forget to remind him.

The next moment, the numbers on the soul tool display began soaring all the way upward.