Martial Soul Awakening! The Possibility of Succeeding with the Nine-Character True Words!

"Innate Soul Power... Level Three."

The black-haired boy within the six-pointed star formation slowly raised his hands, and the crystal ball emitted a faint glow.

The black-robed deacon in charge of awakening martial souls frowned. "Useless martial soul. Both hands."

He casually drew a red X beside the boy's name in the register.

The surrounding crowd immediately erupted.

This was Spirit City's central plaza. Among the thirty children undergoing their awakening today, even the worst had Level Five Soul Power.

One could only imagine—

Just how terrible Level Three Soul Power was.

Quite a few boys and girls who had already completed their awakenings and possessed higher Innate Soul Power burst into laughter.

"Both hands... Pfft. What can Level Three Soul Power even do?"

"I beg to differ. Doesn't it give him an extra pair of hands for serving tea and water?"

"Th-That really is a fine martial soul for being a servant!"

...All manner of ridicule filled the young man's ears.

The boy's name was Luo Xuan.

Even with those taunts ringing in his ears, his expression remained calm.

Without the slightest hint of anger, he instead cupped his hands toward the deacon who had awakened his martial soul.

"Thank you, Lord Deacon."

His behavior made the deacon feel deeply regretful.

What a polite child. Unfortunately, his Innate Soul Power was too poor. Nothing else mattered.

He might not even be able to enter Spirit Hall Academy.

The deacon waved a hand, and Luo Xuan turned to leave.

No one cared about his departure.

In everyone else's eyes, a brat with Level Three Innate Soul Power—

Even if he did not disappear into obscurity among the masses—

He was not worthy of standing on the same level as them.

Though Luo Xuan appeared calm, his small hands were clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms without him noticing.

"Level Three Innate Soul Power... Weak! Far too weak! How am I supposed to avenge them like this?!"

His eyes reddened.

He had transmigrated into Douluo Continent six years ago.

Originally, his family had lived happily together.

But only a few months after he was born, Tang Hao had wiped out his parents and their entire village with a single hammer strike.

He should have died in the aftermath as well, but his quick-witted parents had hidden him underground.

In the end, Yue Guan, who had come after them, saved him.

Perhaps Yue Guan's maternal instincts had acted up, because he brought Luo Xuan back to Spirit Hall.

However—

Even the fading shockwaves of a Titled Douluo's power, weakened layer after layer—

Were enough to leave the young Luo Xuan gravely injured.

If not for his obsession with avenging his parents, he would have died long ago.

"Calm down, calm down. There's still time. There's still a chance!"

Luo Xuan took several deep breaths and forced himself to settle down.

Martial soul awakening was an opportunity to defy fate.

But there were other opportunities as well.

Judging by the battle between Tang Hao and Spirit Hall, barring any surprises, he should be the same age as Tang San.

If that was the case, there were still the Immortal Herbs in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. They would be enough to change his fate.

"Good thing, good thing. By acting like I loved flowers these past few years, I managed to get the Immortal Herb Catalog from Uncle Yue."

The only trouble was the Poison Douluo—Dugu Bo.

He could not replicate what Tang San had done in the original story.

Luo Xuan did not have a protagonist's plot armor, nor did he possess Tang San's knowledge of poisons.

He also did not dare gamble on whether Dugu Bo would be as friendly as he had been in the original story.

Besides—

Perhaps he would not even get to meet Dugu Bo.

"If there's really no other way, then I'll have to tell Uncle Yue and ask him to take me there. Even if I can only obtain one Immortal Herb, at least it can improve my aptitude."

Of course, even with that method, the chances of obtaining an Immortal Herb remained low.

But this was already the best of bad options.

Luo Xuan would rather see the Immortal Herbs fall into Spirit Hall's hands—

Than let them end up with Tang San.

After tentatively settling his plans for the future, he was about to begin cultivating.

A blond, swaying with an alluring gait, woman... man approached him.

"Little Xuan, it's fine even if your Innate Soul Power is poor. Uncle Yue can protect you. From now on, just help me look after these flowers and plants."

Yue Guan rubbed Luo Xuan's head.

He cared greatly about this clever boy whom he had raised since childhood.

Originally, Luo Xuan's martial soul should have been awakened by him, but he had a mission from the Pope.

Warmth filled Luo Xuan's heart. No matter what, at least Yue Guan had not become cold toward him just because his Innate Soul Power was poor.

"Thank you, Uncle Yue, but I want to try a little harder."

Yue Guan placed a hand on Luo Xuan's shoulder and examined him.

"Sigh. If not for what happened back then... your Innate Soul Power wouldn't be this poor."

When he had rescued Luo Xuan back then—

The little boy had only one breath left, with all sorts of internal injuries ravaging his body.

He had ultimately survived through sheer tenacity, but he had been weak and sickly ever since childhood.

Now, his internal injuries had nearly healed completely, all thanks to his Innate Soul Power nourishing his body.

"Uncle Yue, this outcome is already good enough. I'm still alive, aren't I?"

At those words, Yue Guan was slightly stunned.

Then he smiled. "You're right. Being alive is what matters most."

He felt that he was not as clear-sighted as a six-year-old child.

"Little Xuan, your martial soul has just awakened. Take your time getting familiar with it. Your talent itself isn't bad. I know you're unwilling to accept this."

After a pause, Yue Guan continued, "You don't need to look after those flowers and plants for now. Focus on cultivating. Tell Uncle Yue if you need anything."

As one of the Pope's two trusted generals—

The resources needed by a newly awakened martial soul user were nothing to him.

Hearing Yue Guan say that—

Luo Xuan truly did have something he needed.

Since his innate foundation was poor, he would use the energy from soul rings to raise his Soul Power.

To absorb soul rings of greater age, his physical condition had to keep up.

"Uncle Yue, I need Whale Rubber! The older, the better!"

The moment the words left his mouth—

A slap landed mercilessly on his head.

"Ow! Uncle Yue, what are you doing?!"

Yue Guan glared at Luo Xuan in disappointment. "Instead of learning good things, you're learning bad ones! At your age, you're already thinking about Whale Rubber?!"

Luo Xuan rolled his eyes. "Uncle Yue, I don't need Whale Rubber for that sort of thing. I need it to become stronger!"

After saying that, before the next slap could fall—

He hurriedly straightened his expression. "Stop! Don't hit me, Uncle Yue. Get it for me, and you'll understand why when the time comes!"

Yue Guan's raised palm froze in midair.

Looking at Luo Xuan's serious expression, he recalled that the boy had always had his own ideas since childhood and had never caused him trouble.

After hesitating for a moment, he snorted coldly and withdrew his hand.

"You brat, I'll get it for you. But if it doesn't have any other effect, then cultivate properly and stop thinking nonsense!"

As his voice faded, his figure vanished from Luo Xuan's sight.

Luo Xuan could not help laughing bitterly as he rubbed the back of his head. "I got slapped for nothing."

Shaking his head, he stopped dwelling on it.

Only then did he have time to properly understand his martial soul.

In the era of Douluo 1, Body Martial Souls were synonymous with uselessness.

They would not shine until ten thousand years later.

"Tsk, a pair of hand martial souls is probably considered low-grade even among Body Martial Souls."

After all—

The closer a Body Martial Soul was to a vital organ, the stronger it was.

After Luo Xuan activated his martial soul, his hands became crystalline, more flexible, and full of strength!

"What can they do? Throw punches? Or can I only create Self-Created Soul Skills?"

Besides fists, palms, and fingers, hands had another method of attack—

An internationally friendly gesture that could provoke others.

"Wait..."

An idea suddenly struck Luo Xuan. "Hand gestures? Aside from fighting barehanded, could hand seals work?"

Once he had an idea, he had to put it into action.

He sat cross-legged on the ground and used his martial soul to form the hand seal for the Nine-Character True Words' "Lin."

Mm... Just like the first word in English, Abandon—

That was the only one he remembered.

After a while—

Luo Xuan opened his eyes, his face full of distress.

"It's somewhat useful, but not much. It isn't even as useful as the internationally friendly gesture!"

He really had sensed a mysterious Soul Power circulation route.

But it was like stopping right at the edge—

Just when it was about to feel good, it got cut off.

"My Innate Soul Power is too poor. I don't have enough Soul Power to execute it." Luo Xuan rubbed his brow, deeply troubled. "If it succeeds, wouldn't the Nine-Character True Words be a dimensionality-reduction strike against Douluo Continent?"

What god-level martial soul could block the Nine-Character True Words?

Even a weakened version of the Nine-Character True Words would still be a dimensionality-reduction strike.

"The problem is, I only remember the first hand seal!"

Luo Xuan dismissed his martial soul, fell backward, and lay on the ground. In an unwilling voice, he muttered, "Can I only cultivate step by step?"

By the time he reached Level Forty, Tang San would probably have already become a god.

Then, forget Tang San—

He would not even be able to avenge himself against Tang Hao!

[Detected that the host has awakened a martial soul. The Chat Group is at your service.]

The mechanical female voice stirred Luo Xuan's frozen heart.

He sprang up from the ground.

For all these years, he had believed that he simply did not have a golden finger.

Yet it had arrived during his martial soul awakening!

"A Chat Group? Is it the kind I'm thinking of?"

[Note: Everything in this Chat Group exists to serve the host. Other than the host, only women from the Douluo world may join, and they are forbidden from harming the host.]

[Each time the host advances by one major rank, the host may fabricate the future. Once all group members believe it, that future will become reality and provide feedback to the host.]

[For the first group member recruited, the host is rewarded with one opportunity to fabricate the future.]

[Note: The fabricated future cannot be created from nothing or be excessively absurd.]

After figuring it out, Luo Xuan was speechless. At first glance, his golden finger seemed incredibly powerful.

Powerful beyond measure.

He could fabricate the future~

Wouldn't everything that happened in the future be under his control?

But the conditions for making it real were extremely harsh.

Not only did it have to conform to normal development, every group member also had to believe it.

That was a huge restriction.

What famous women in Douluo Continent were idiots?

Though it was mockingly called the Continent of Love—

Almost every woman was love-struck, but they only became foolish when it came to the person they loved.

Toward strangers, they were as vigilant as could be.

Isn't that right, Bibi Dong?

"Then I'll have to think carefully about how to make this work."

Luo Xuan would not let go of an opportunity to grow stronger. Perhaps this was his only chance.