Asura Demon Sword Martial Soul, The Asura God Who Wants to Run Away

"Zhang Hu. Martial Soul: Iron Hammer. Tool Martial Soul. Innate Soul Power: Level 2."

"Cui Zhu. Martial Soul: Sickle. Tool Martial Soul. Innate Soul Power: Level 1."

"Liu Qing. Martial Soul: Azure Feather Sparrow. Beast Martial Soul. Innate Soul Power: Level 6."

Early in the morning, at the Awakening Square of Spirit Hall, Cardinal Chen was awakening the spirits of the children from the orphanage.

Most of them were overwhelmingly ordinary martial souls, however, and their innate soul power hovered between level one and three. Some even tested with no soul power at all.

"Luo Jiuyou."

The children spontaneously cleared a path.

A child with white hair and red eyes stepped out from the line. His steps were steady and his expression calm, unlike the others who were nervous or excited.

Luo Jiuyou was not a person of this world.

He transmigrated to the Douluo Continent five years ago. His body shrank into that of a one-year-old child, and someone found him and sent him to the Spirit Hall Orphanage.

For the past five years, he had searched through every book he could find in the orphanage's library: Basic Illustrated Guide to Soul Beasts, Basic Martial Soul Theory, Comprehensive History of the Continent...

He wanted to understand this world and plot his own future.

Yet based on the relevant information he understood, as well as knowing about Spirit Hall Supreme Pontiff Qian Xunji,

he immediately realized what kind of world he had come to.

The Douluo Continent.

Furthermore, the timeline was still very early.

"Is he that white-haired kid?"

"He's actually quite good-looking, it's just that pair of red eyes... they look a bit scary."

"He's also a weirdo, reading books every day these past few years."

Luo Jiuyou turned a deaf ear and walked straight into the awakening array.

Cardinal Chen glanced at him, his gaze lingering for a moment on that head of white hair and those red eyes.

Golden light poured into Luo Jiuyou's body,

and then—

A sudden change occurred.

Blood-colored light burst from his palm,

and a small, blood-red sword appeared. An astonishing intent to kill soared into the sky, rushing straight into the clouds as an unyielding fierce aura exploded across the square.

That small sword seemed to contain endless bloody hostility and departed souls, its viciousness towering to the heavens.

Drawing even slightly closer, a bone-chilling killing intent rushed over the face.

The entire square trembled, the soul of everyone present quivering as if an invisible sword hung above their heads.

Cardinal Chen's face turned pale white, his lips trembling.

His martial soul shook frantically within his body, as if surrendering to something.

Several young children were frightened to tears on the spot, and the adults also turned ashen, instinctively taking a few steps back.

God Realm.

In the spacious Asura God Temple, a man sat on the divine throne, supporting his chin in deep boredom.

The Asura God, one of the five God Kings, the enforcer of the God Realm, was in charge of slaughter, judgment, and laws.

It sounded majestic, but in reality, it was boring to death.

With no fights and no rebellions, every day aside from reviewing official documents,

consisted of patrolling various realms. The days remained unchanging and extremely monotonous.

The most important thing was...

his strength could not improve by even a fraction, and with a huge pile of matters to manage, he could not walk away either.

"When can I finally go out and play..."

He sighed, his entire person radiating a decadent aura of "not wanting to go to work."

Facts proved that even God Kings hated going to work.

Just at that moment, a familiar aura came from the lower realm.

The Asura God's body leaned forward abruptly, two sharp flashes bursting from his pupils.

"This feeling is—the Asura Demon Sword!"

Yet right now, a mortal had actually awakened this sword on their own without his divine bestowal?

The Asura God concentrated to investigate for a moment, then suddenly cried out in surprise:

"This child... his soul is somewhat bizarre. He also conceals a special kind of blood qi and baleful qi within his body..."

He paused, a sharp light flashing in his eyes. So that's how it was... That fierce qi actually still carried the aura of my past slaughter, and it intertwined with that special soul, which triggered the awakening of the Asura Holy Sword.

Good child! He burst into laughter, slamming a palm down on the armrest. Destined to be mine... Destined to be mine indeed! Here we go!

He raised his hand, and a blood-red divine power shot out from his palm, piercing through the barrier of the God Realm and falling toward the lower realm.

That light was so fast it left no trace, and even the other God Kings in the God Realm did not notice it.

The Asura God sat back down on his divine throne, the light in his eyes lingering for a long time.

Child, grow up quickly... That way I can run—cough, that way I can hand this position over to you. Ahahaha—

What kind of Martial Soul is this?!

On the Awakening Square, Bishop Chen looked at the Martial Soul in Luo Jiuyou's hand with extreme terror.

Such a phenomenon had never been seen before, and he definitely had to report it to the Pope.

"Quick—quickly send someone to notify His Holiness the Pope!"

Before his voice faded, a low and deep voice came from outside the square.

"No need, I am already here."

Everyone looked up.

A tall man with a full head of golden hair walked over with bold strides.

He wore a white-bottomed, gold-patterned pope robe, his expression dignified, his gaze like torches, and his surrounding aura as imposing as a deep abyss standing like a mountain.

Spirit Hall Pope

Qian Xunji.

Following behind him were three little girls.

As soon as the three little ones appeared, they immediately attracted everyone's gaze.

The one walking in front had a ponytail, bright eyes, and a rebellious smile at the corner of her mouth.

First disciple—Bibi Dong, innate full soul power of level ten, Twin Martial Souls, one of the most dazzling geniuses in the history of Spirit Hall.

The one in the middle had an exquisite face and a noble temperament, walking at a steady pace like a little princess inspecting her own territory.

Second disciple—Qian Renxue, Qian Xunji's biological daughter, Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, the Angel Clan possessed God-given soul power, and her innate soul power reached as high as level twenty.

The last one walked quietly on the side, third disciple—Ye Guyi.

Daughter of a rank seven Soul Saint from the Angel Legion clan, Holy Angel Martial Soul mutated from a Two-Winged Angel, innate full soul power of level ten.

The three little ones followed behind Qian Xunji, their three pairs of eyes landing uniformly on the white-haired, red-eyed boy in the center of the magic array.

Bibi Dong leaned closer to Qian Renxue and whispered, "Second Junior Sister, look at that white-haired one. He actually looks quite good-looking."

Qian Renxue slightly raised her chin. "His eye color is a bit weird."

Ye Guyi did not speak, but her gaze also landed on Luo Jiuyou, a hint of curiosity at the bottom of her eyes.

"His Holiness the Pope." Bishop Chen and the deacons present bowed in unison.

Qian Xunji waved his hand, his gaze passing over everyone and locking firmly onto the small blood-red sword in Luo Jiuyou's hand.

Even with all his extensive experience, he had never seen such a Martial Soul.

That small sword was only the size of a palm, but the aura of slaughter it emitted made even his own Martial Soul tremble.

"This... a God-Level Martial Soul?" Qian Xunji said in a low voice, an excited light bursting out in his eyes.

Judging from the phenomenon that had just erupted upon awakening, there was definitely no mistake.

This child's Martial Soul was no lower in quality than the Six-Winged Angel.

"Quickly test the innate soul power." Qian Xunji said in a deep voice.

Bishop Chen hurriedly picked up the crystal ball and walked in front of Luo Jiuyou. "Child, put your hand on it."

Luo Jiuyou looked down at the blood-colored small sword in his hand, only now finally withdrawing his gaze from it.

He did not expect that what he had awakened turned out to be the Asura Demon Sword.

He should have already been targeted by the Asura God with extreme probability.

That God Realm enforcer who wanted to skip town could not possibly remain indifferent.

He took a deep breath and pressed his left hand onto the crystal ball.

The entire crystal ball was illuminated brilliantly, dazzlingly bright enough to make it hard for people to open their eyes.

"Innate full soul power—level ten!" Bishop Chen exclaimed in shock, but immediately felt it was only natural.

After all, with such a phenomenon during awakening, innate full soul power was actually the most normal result.

Luo Jiuyou raised an eyebrow.

Level ten?

The Asura Demon Sword was a God-Level Martial Soul after all.

A God-Level Martial Soul should come with a God-given Soul Power bonus, just like Qian Renxue's Six-Winged Angel, with an Innate Soul Power of rank twenty.

Ten ranks came from the martial soul itself, and ten ranks came from the blessing of the deities.

Yet now, he had only tested at rank ten.

Had the God-given Soul Power failed to appear?

Just at that moment, a bolt of invisible red light descended from the sky.

The radiance was so fast it left no trace, completely unnoticed by everyone present.

Luo Jiuyou only felt a surge of warm current flood into his body, as though something had awakened inside him.

Then.

"Bang!"

The crystal ball shattered.

Bishop Chen stared in disbelief at the fragments in his hand.

Everyone present was stunned as well.

The crystal ball had shattered into pieces; none of them had ever witnessed such a situation.

A brilliant light flared in Qian Xunji's eyes.

Possessing the Six-Winged Angel martial soul himself, he was all too familiar with the scene before him.

Ordinary crystal could not possibly test Innate Soul Power exceeding rank ten.

That was why Spirit Hall had prepared a specially crafted crystal ball.

Now, the exact same situation had occurred.

This small blood-colored sword, an absolute God-Level Martial Soul, had already received the blessing of a deity.

Qian Xunji immediately took a specially crafted crystal ball from his storage Soul Tool and tossed it to Bishop Chen. "Use this."

Bishop Chen hurriedly caught it, holding it in both hands before Luo Jiuyou.

Luo Jiuyou pressed his hand upon it once more.

In an instant, the light burst forth brilliantly again.

Luo Jiuyou's eyes flickered with unusual colors.

Sure enough, he had awakened the Asura Demon Sword, drawing the attention of that Asura God who had fled in such a hurry.

That warm current in his body just now was undoubtedly the God-given Soul Power.

"Innate Soul Power... rank twenty!" Bishop Chen's voice was trembling.

"Good! Heaven bless my Spirit Hall!" Qian Xunji laughed heartily, taking a large stride over to Luo Jiuyou, bending down to look him eye-to-eye with undisguised appreciation in his gaze. "Child, what is your name?"

"Luo Jiuyou."

"Luo Jiuyou... Good name." Qian Xunji chewed on the name, nodding slowly. "Would you be willing to take this seat as your master?"

Luo Jiuyou barely hesitated.

How to acquire the greatest resources was crystal clear.

Moreover.

The Asura God had already taken notice of him.

Yet, he needed a backing, a platform, and sufficient time to grow.

The identity of Qian Xunji's disciple was the best choice at present.

"This disciple is willing."

Qian Xunji laughed out loud, bending down to personally help Luo Jiuyou to his feet before turning sideways to gesture toward the three young girls behind him.

"Come, meet your three senior sisters."

Luo Jiuyou's gaze swept over them.

"Your eldest senior sister, Bibi Dong."

The ponytail-wearing girl standing on the far left flashed him a wide grin, her eyes curving into crescents, her smile as radiant as March sunshine.

She patted her chest. "Junior brother, eldest senior sister will cover you!"

"This is your second senior sister, Qian Renxue."

Qian Xunji pointed to the girl in the middle.

Qian Renxue's appearance differed from Bibi Dong's, leaning more toward refinement and nobility, and a pair of eyes were currently sizing Luo Jiuyou up with curiosity.

She reached out and pinched his cheek without the slightest bit of politeness. "Junior brother, your face is so soft."

"Your third senior sister, Ye Guyi."

The final girl stood quietly on the far edge, a steady composure carrying between her brows.

She gave a slight nod, a gentle smile curving the corners of her mouth. "Hello, junior brother, I am Ye Guyi. If you need any help in the future, you can find me."

Luo Jiuyou looked at these three faces before him, alarm bells ringing wildly in his heart.