Qian Renxue and Huo Yuhao Were Certain They Could Crush Qian Renchuan!

By custom.

Many ordinary children of the right age would take part in this awakening ceremony.

But with the Pope's three children present, who would dare go onstage first?

For a moment, every gaze in the hall turned toward the Eldest Young Master, Qian Renchuan.

Feeling those eyes on him,

Qian Renchuan could not help sighing.

Only then did he slowly leave the crowd and head for the Martial Soul awakening area on the platform.

"Big Brother really doesn't have a care in the world."

Huo Yuhao watched Qian Renchuan's retreating figure with disdain.

"Today's the day our Martial Souls awaken, and he doesn't seem to care at all."

"Fine. Let's see what all those years of sleeping have left you with."

Off to the side, Qian Renxue watched coldly.

She knew perfectly well that Martial Soul awakening came down to bloodline and talent.

Her eldest brother might have wasted his days away, but he still carried the Angel Family's blood. His Martial Soul should not be too bad.

Meanwhile,

Qian Renchuan had stepped into the Awakening Array.

When the Red-Robed Cardinal overseeing the awakening saw that it was the Eldest Young Master, he dared not be negligent. He hurriedly bowed.

Then his hands formed seals in quick succession, channeling Soul Power into the Six Black Stones on the floor.

A hazy golden radiance immediately rose from the stones and formed a pale-gold barrier around Qian Renchuan.

Warmth spread through Qian Renchuan's entire body.

Countless specks of light seemed to be pouring into him.

Before long, he felt a power stirring within him.

Then—

A golden flash swept across his skin.

And nothing else happened.

Everyone around him saw it.

The Red-Robed Cardinal at his side froze.

So did everyone below the platform.

Pope Qian Xunji frowned deeply and strode forward to ask,

"Chuan, what's your Martial Soul?"

"Show your father."

Even Qian Renchuan himself was at a loss.

"Nothing special."

"My skin just feels a little tougher."

Qian Xunji stood rooted to the spot.

His skin felt tougher?

What was that supposed to mean?

Beside him, Qian Daoliu stroked his chin, deep in thought.

"Could his Martial Soul be his skin?"

His words stunned the entire hall.

"A Skin Martial Soul? What kind of Martial Soul is that?"

"I've never heard of it!"

"The eldest son of the Angel bloodline awakened such a useless Martial Soul?"

The crowd erupted into discussion.

Even Qian Renxue, who had held some confidence in Qian Renchuan, paused in surprise. Then she gave a cold laugh and shook her head.

"So he really is worthless."

"The Qian Family has passed down the Seraphim for generations, yet he awakens his skin?"

"What a disgrace to the Angel bloodline."

Huo Yuhao, who had looked down on Qian Renchuan moments earlier, stared wide-eyed. Shock surged through him.

This...

This is a Body Martial Soul!

And a top-tier one at that—a Skin Martial Soul!

Ten thousand years ago, in Spirit Hall's era, there probably weren't many records of Body Martial Souls.

No wonder they don't recognize it.

But ten thousand years from now, the Body Sect will be renowned across the continent.

A Skin Martial Soul like this could be terrifying once it underwent a second awakening—its wielder could attain sainthood through the flesh!

Looks like my big brother isn't as simple as he seems.

At that thought, Huo Yuhao could not help remembering someone he had once known.

The young sect master of the Body Sect.

Long Aotian.

Though that man had died young,

he had stood at the very top of his generation, unmatched in combat!

When Qian Xunji heard that Qian Renchuan's Martial Soul was skin—some unheard-of, worthless Martial Soul—his face darkened at once.

Disgust filled his eyes as he looked at Qian Renchuan.

His own son

was this useless!

If word got out, what would become of Spirit Hall's reputation?

Yet Bibi Dong, seated on the platform, showed no reaction.

She merely watched coldly, without the slightest stir of emotion.

To her, it made little difference what Martial Souls her three children awakened.

She would have preferred every last descendant of the Qian Family to be worthless.

Qian Xunji took a deep breath and forced down his anger, ready to declare the awakening a failure.

But just as he opened his mouth,

Qian Daoliu sprang to his feet beside him and shouted,

"Wait!"

"Look behind him!"

His shout instantly drew everyone's attention back.

The next moment,

every gaze turned behind Qian Renchuan.

There, a dazzling burst of golden light erupted.

In an instant,

a vast figure took shape within the light.

It was an enormous human silhouette, radiating divine light from head to toe.

Three pairs of golden wings slowly spread behind it.

It was Spirit Hall's inherited god-tier Martial Soul—the Seraphim!

At once,

the entire hall was stunned.

After a deathly silence, cheers thundered toward the sky.

"The Seraphim!"

"It really is the Seraphim!"

"A Skin Martial Soul and the Seraphim!"

"He has the legendary Twin Martial Souls!"

Qian Xunji's eyes widened. The gloom vanished from his face, replaced by wild delight, and he burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!"

"Excellent!"

"Twin Martial Souls!"

"My son has Twin Martial Souls!"

Qian Daoliu's hands trembled with excitement as he nodded again and again.

"Heaven favors Spirit Hall!"

"Heaven favors the Qian Family!"

The other members of Spirit Hall immediately dropped to their knees and called out their congratulations.

"Congratulations, Your Holiness!"

"Congratulations, Grand Priest!"

The hall erupted in celebration.

Now

everyone was happy.

Everyone except Bibi Dong.

After a jolt ran through her body, she fixed her eyes on the Seraphim looming behind Qian Renchuan.

A flash of vicious resentment crossed her beautiful face.

"The Angel Martial Soul..."

"It's actually the Angel Martial Soul..."

"And Twin Martial Souls on top of that!"

Bibi Dong gripped the arms of her chair, hatred raging inside her.

Why?

Why should that monster's bloodline have such astonishing talent?

Below the platform, Qian Renxue was just as shocked as she looked at Qian Renchuan.

"Twin Martial Souls?"

"He actually has Twin Martial Souls?"

"My useless big brother is this talented?"

"But..."

Qian Renxue had never expected Qian Renchuan to have Twin Martial Souls too, much less talent that seemed to surpass her own.

But she soon calmed down.

So what if you have Twin Martial Souls?

I've been reborn. I have the memories of my past life and God-Level Comprehension.

As long as I keep cultivating, I'll crush you!

Nearby,

Huo Yuhao was even more stunned.

The Seraphim, plus a top-tier Skin Martial Soul? My big brother's talent is absurd!

I never expected him to be this gifted.

But I have cultivation experience from ten thousand years in the future, the Mysterious Heaven Skill as my foundation, and my knowledge of Soul Tools and their development.

His talent may be incredible, but I'm not afraid of him.