Martial Soul Awakening

On Douluo Continent, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was holding its annual Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony.

"Yu Tianqing, Martial Soul: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. Innate Soul Power: Level 6!" At the awakener's shout, the six-year-old child standing before the Martial Soul Awakening platform visibly breathed a sigh of relief. With Level 6 Innate Soul Power and a top-tier beast Martial Soul like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, he had a very good chance of becoming a respected Soul Sage if he worked hard enough in the future.

"Big Brother, it seems the children in the clan are quite gifted this year. I wonder whether a genius with Soul Power above Level 7 will appear," Yu Luomian said.

"Mm, not bad. More than that, though, I want to know how gifted her child is." There was a hint of regret in his voice.

"Hmph!" As though he had recalled something unpleasant, the face of this Level 89 Soul Douluo darkened considerably.

"Yu Xiaolong, Martial Soul: Thunder Eagle. Innate Soul Power: Level 4." After announcing it, the deacon overseeing the Martial Soul Awakening could not help sighing for the child. Direct descendants of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan who failed to inherit the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul were easily ostracized.

"The last one, Long Fei!"

His surname is Long? Since when did the clan have a third-generation disciple surnamed Long? Why don't I know about this?

"My name is Long Fei. I was reborn into a fantasy novel I had read called Douluo Continent. Fortunately, I was reborn somewhere decent—the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects. The problem is, how am I supposed to deal with the future Soul Hunting Operation?"

Long Fei walked up to the Martial Soul Awakening platform and stretched out his right hand. As Soul Power flowed into it, his Martial Soul gradually appeared in his palm.

"Very good, child. Place your hand on the crystal ball."

The moment Long Fei placed his hand on it, the crystal ball burst into dazzling light.

"Th-this is Level 9.5 Innate Soul Power! Just a tiny bit more, and the crystal ball would have been completely filled with light!" After the announcement, the children who had already completed their awakening looked at Long Fei with envy and jealousy.

Long Fei let out a long breath. It seemed his talent was pretty good—Level 9.5 Innate Soul Power. He had nearly reached Innate Full Soul Power.

Looks like I'll have to raise the goal I set for myself. There are only so many opportunities in Douluo Continent, after all. The most valuable thing I have is knowing where those opportunities are.

"Level 9 Innate Soul Power? It seems he's still a little behind her," Yu Yuanzhen said with some regret.

"Level 9 Innate Soul Power is already very good. Innate Full Soul Power doesn't grow on trees!" Yu Luomian interjected from the side.

After all, not everyone is a Level 9 or 10 Innate Soul Power genius like you people. Is it easy for someone like me with Level 7 Innate Soul Power? Sigh, I wonder if I'll be able to break through to Titled Douluo in this life. That damned girl is already so strong, yet she still doesn't know to help this old man break through to Titled Douluo.

Long Fei returned to his quarters, sat on his bed, and stretched out his left hand, revealing his other Martial Soul. A lifelike spear floated above his palm.

Twin Martial Souls: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and this unknown spear Martial Soul. Then who exactly are my parents? These transmigrators really are something else—once the parents are sacrificed, their power becomes boundless. Could my father be a Soul Master from the Broken Soul Spear clan? That can't be right either. Their clan isn't surnamed Long! Could it be... could it be that my poor father got cheated on?

Putting an end to his evil thoughts, Long Fei began considering how to cultivate his Martial Souls and steal the protagonist Tang San's opportunities. Since he had come to this world, how could he face the readers without indulging himself a little? Hehe. Qian Renxue, Little Rabbit, Ning Rongrong... forget that fox. She was just a traitor and killed his appetite.

"Forget it, forget it. I should raise my Soul Power and obtain my first Soul Ring first. I wonder what absorbing a Soul Ring feels like. A four-hundred-year Soul Ring for my first one should be enough. After all, I don't have any cheat abilities. Soul Rings can be upgraded in the future anyway. It wouldn't be worth it if I absorbed one with too high an age limit and exploded to death."

(Part of the reason was that a purple thousand-year Soul Ring at the beginning would look too ugly. My obsessive-compulsive disorder can't stand it ╮(╯▽╰)╭)

Elsewhere.

Evil/Goodness Fifth Trial completed. Reward: Soul Power increased by one level; all Soul Ring age limits increased by 2,000 years!

As the notification rang out, a man and woman in an enclosed space both let out heavy sighs of relief.

"Aotian, when can we get out? I miss our child. Little Fei is already six years old. He should be at the age to awaken his Martial Soul. I wonder how he's been these past few years, whether he's been bullied in the clan." An incomparably beautiful woman spoke to the man beside her, whose body radiated a terrifyingly evil aura.

"Soon. Once we break through to Level 99, we should be able to leave. If I'd known the Evil God's trial would be this difficult, I wouldn't have accepted it. Even if that guy Asura God had cried and begged me, I wouldn't have agreed to take his trial."

"Hmph~ I know you're amazing, all right? The number one genius of Douluo Continent. So what? Didn't you still lose to me?"

"Yes, yes, my wife is right." Long Aotian grinned foolishly.