"Sun Xiaochuan!"

The cold chair jolted Lin En awake. He looked around. Unlike outside, the walls of this room emitted a soft white glow.

The entire room was silver-white, and screens overhead occasionally flickered with incomprehensible text. Lin En realized that this was a laboratory!

"1517. No Soul Power. Decent mental strength and soul. Send him to the materials preparation area as material for the Myriad Souls Banner."

The tightly shut metal doors at the front opened automatically. A little boy was carried toward a side door by a burly man in black robes. The boy's face was full of terror, and his throat seemed to be ruined, leaving him able to make only muffled whimpering sounds.

"1518. Bring him in."

The black-robed man shoved Lin En into the laboratory at the front, and his heart sank to rock bottom.

Before leaving the prison, when he heard that filthy man shout the title Evil Soul Master, he had already felt he could start preparing for his next transmigration.

Soul Master might be a term found in many worlds, but Evil Soul Masters and Soul Power? That practically confirmed this was the Douluo series.

The term Evil Soul Master did not appear until the later three parts. In the first part, they were called Fallen Soul Masters. Lin En could only pray that this was the fourth part, since that would at least give him some chance of survival. But seeing these lights and materials, it seemed unlikely that this was the fourth part.

"Oh my, who told you to treat these children like this?"

Inside the laboratory, a kindly-looking old man reprimanded the black-robed man. The man lowered his head respectfully and did not dare speak.

"You Holy Servants want to become true Holy Spirit Disciples? Then behave yourselves. Until their value has been determined, these children are precious property of the Holy Altar.

Feed them something good. Look at those pitiful Martial Soul Awakening rates. If they do not eat meat, where will their Soul Power come from?"

The black-robed man said quietly, "Yes!"

The old man waved for the black-robed man to go wait outside, then said gently:

"Sit down."

"I have read your file."

"Very good!"

"Three years old, one meter thirty tall, vigorous vitality and mental strength, wound healing speed far beyond that of ordinary people. A perfect specimen."

"That is not the important part. The important part is that you helped us catch a fish that slipped through the net. That family nearly managed to hide her from us."

"We do not understand the affairs of nobles, because we are merely cleaners. Each side takes what it needs.

What I did not expect was that the Zhang family had a little girl with Innate Full Soul Power. At eleven, she had already reached level twenty. An unparalleled genius. She nearly got away."

"If you had not fallen from above and smashed the bed, we truly would not have found that child named Zhang Lexuan."

"All right, all right, do not be nervous. The reason I am telling you so much is mainly because you have great potential, and because you helped us.

As long as you have Soul Power, I will give you a chance to become a Holy Servant."

"What is your name?"

Lin En immediately sensed trouble. In the last image before he fell, there had indeed been a black-haired girl. It seemed that he had harmed her.

"Sun Xiaochuan."

The old man nodded, his pen recording something on the paper.

"Where do you live?"

"Fukiage Palace, Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo, Japan."

Lin En spoke with a straight face and a steady heart. When one wandered the world, one forged one's own identity.

"Japan? Never heard of it."

"People from the sea?"

Lin En was filled with admiration. The old were indeed wiser. He had actually guessed right, though not from this world's seas.

"Yes."

The old man wrote down his identity information. The other children did not receive such treatment. They had only strings of code numbers. No one cared who they were or where they had been born.

This child called Sun Xiaochuan was different. His physique was unusual, and he definitely possessed Innate Soul Power. The only question was how much.

More importantly, he was in a good mood. That little girl named Zhang Lexuan was simply too perfect.

Her Martial Soul was the moon, a top-tier Martial Soul with excellent attributes. With a little corruption, it would become an evil attribute. Her talent was extraordinary.

As long as she was soaked in Necrotic Power and filth, she would surely shine within the Holy Spirit Cult in the future. She might even become a Holy Maiden.

The Holy Spirit Cult had always maintained a tradition: no orthodox Holy Spirit Disciple could have the slightest attachment.

If Sun Xiaochuan truly became a disciple of the Holy Spirit Cult in the future, then that Japan might not be allowed to remain.

Of course, becoming a disciple of the Holy Spirit Cult was no easy task. There would be no shortage of trials, and death was merely the lightest punishment.

"Sit properly. Next, I will conduct your Martial Soul Awakening."

"Be grateful to the Holy Spirit Cult. In the outside world, commoners do not even know Martial Souls exist. If they want a Martial Soul Awakening, they must depend on the favor of nobles."

The white-robed old man curled his fingers slightly. Six pale golden rays suddenly lit up around Lin En's body, gathering into a barrier of light that enclosed him.

Lin En's eyes widened. Though the memory was somewhat distant, he remembered correctly, did he not? Was Martial Soul Awakening not supposed to happen at age six?! This body was only three years old. Could it work?

"Oh, you are worried whether a three-year-old can undergo Martial Soul Awakening?"

The old man did not move. His heavily wrinkled eyelids lifted slightly.

Lin En was alarmed. Could this old bastard read minds?

"Heh, your thoughts are written all over your face. There is no need to read your mind.

As expected of someone from overseas. You know more about Martial Souls than ordinary people. I am truly curious how you came to the Heaven Dou Empire."

"Do not worry. It will only hurt a little. Let me see what your Martial Soul will be. I hope you are another perfect experimental specimen."

Lin En could not help baring his teeth. Did that not mean this man truly possessed some kind of mind-reading ability? An Evil Soul Master with a mental attribute? That was rather rare.

He tried to make his mind more chaotic, but soon, he no longer needed to think about such things.

Countless golden lights surged into his body like a tide, as though someone were using a scalpel to slice through fat bit by bit, precisely separating muscle and exposing his internal organs to the air.

The intense pain stopped his mind from functioning. He fell from the chair and curled up on the floor. Beneath his tightly shut eyelids, gilded light began to shine.

The old man watched Lin En's convulsions with great interest. The awakening ritual he had prepared was far more violent than a normal one. A three-year-old child's meridians had not yet fully developed; only at six were they fully formed.

Pain was normal. Feeling no pain was what made one worthless.

Being able to feel such intense pain proved that this child had Innate Soul Power. His Innate Soul Power was cooperating with the ritual, forcibly widening his fragile meridians.

Watching Lin En's reaction, understanding flashed through the old man's heart.

"At least level five."

"Very impressive."

The pain continued. Lin En felt as though his nerves had been set ablaze. His blood raced through his veins, cellular metabolism generated intense heat, and his bones cracked explosively as if they were splitting apart and rebuilding.

The human body normally had only two hundred and six bones. But if Lin En were dissected at that moment, there would be over a thousand bones within him. Every bone was a miracle of evolution, perfectly fitted together, with power coursing through them.

These were not bones that a creature like a human could possess. They belonged to a perfect organism born solely for slaughter and battle.

And at that moment, Lin En saw many things. His brain underwent a mutation. He saw dragons dancing through the skies, saw the death of the White Emperor, and witnessed the Black Emperor bow its head.

Majestic, ancient words were engraved in his mind. Lin En did not recognize them, but he could read them.