Nine-Pattern Sun Wheel Blade

When the first pattern lit up, the sound of water filled the hall.

It was nothing like the faint trickle of a pond.

It sounded more like a distant sea, its waves rolling in one after another.

The blade in Yuan Yu's hand glowed watery blue.

The Red Cardinal was about to speak when the second pattern lit up.

Crimson gold.

A spark leaped from the blade and landed on the stone tiles. It did not scorch the floor, but everyone nearby felt a wave of heat.

Purple-white lightning flashed across the third pattern.

The fourth was faint, like wind brushing over the blade. The hall's long drapes stirred at the same time.

The fifth felt heavy. The blade's tip dipped, and Yuan Yu nearly lost his grip.

He hurriedly grabbed it with both hands.

"Can these patterns gain weight?"

Ling Yuan glared at him. "Shut up."

Yuan Yu shut up.

But he gripped the blade even tighter.

The sixth pattern glowed misty white.

The seventh shone gold.

The eighth gleamed deep blue.

The ninth was the strangest. No color showed, yet a soft hum rang in everyone's ears.

All nine patterns had lit up in turn, then quickly faded.

No one in the Awakening Hall spoke.

The Red Cardinal's record book hung motionless in his hand.

He had no idea what to write.

Martial Soul: blade?

Attributes: water, fire, lightning, wind, rock, mist, light, darkness, and one he could not identify?

If he wrote that down, anyone reading it later would probably think he had been drinking.

Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at Ghost Douluo.

"Old Ghost, have you ever seen a blade like this?"

Ghost Douluo's voice was low. "Never."

"Nine attributes?"

"Never seen that either."

Ling Yuan stepped closer.

She stared at the Sun Wheel Blade, studying it carefully.

Blade-type Martial Souls were nothing unusual.

But this blade was different.

It lacked the straightforward killing intent of an ordinary blade Martial Soul.

When the water pattern lit up, the blade seemed capable of carrying someone.

When the fire pattern lit up, it seemed capable of burning through anything.

Lightning, wind, rock, mist, light, darkness—none of the patterns was weak.

The ninth was the most troubling of all.

Ling Yuan could not make sense of it.

And what she could not understand was the most dangerous.

Yuan Yu looked down at the blade too.

He could hear it.

Not as a human voice.

It was more like a memory unfolding from deep within the blade.

Flowing water.

Flames.

Mountain forests.

Someone running through the night.

A flash of steel.

Someone shouted the word "breathing."

Pain stabbed through Yuan Yu's head.

The images shattered into fragments.

He saw another world.

He saw blades gleaming with color beneath the sun.

He saw slashes that flowed like water.

He saw sword strokes that blazed like fire.

Then a flood of names came rushing in.

Water Breathing.

Flame Breathing.

Thunder Breathing.

Wind Breathing.

Stone Breathing.

Mist Breathing.

Sun Breathing.

Moon Breathing.

Those names were clear.

But he could grasp nothing beyond them.

Douluo Continent.

Tang San.

Xiao Wu.

Spirit Hall.

Shrek.

Heaven Dou.

Sea God.

The words flashed through his mind like scraps of paper scattered by water.

He knew he might not have originally belonged to this world.

But his knowledge was incomplete.

His memories of his previous life were like a leaky sieve.

Important pieces were missing, while stray fragments kept surfacing.

Some images were even stranger.

He saw a blacksmith's shop, its forge glowing red.

A child in blue stood at the door, with eyes too solemn for his age.

Then he saw a little girl in pink skipping along. She turned back with a radiant smile.

After that came an academy, a forest, and a competition.

The images vanished in a flash.

Yuan Yu tried to hold on to them, but could not.

He remembered only a few names.

Tang San.

Xiao Wu.

Shrek.

And Spirit Hall.

But how those names connected to the people before him, he could not say at all.

It irritated him.

Either give me the memories or don't.

If they're coming back, at least give me all of them.

This half-revealed mess is like someone tore up a book and left me with a few pages of the table of contents.

Yuan Yu looked down at the blade.

The Sun Wheel Blade rested quietly in his hand.

The names of those Breathing Styles were clearer than his memories of the continent.

How to breathe for Water Breathing.

How to channel strength for Flame Breathing.

How to unleash a burst of speed with Thunder Breathing.

He had faint impressions of them all.

But they were only impressions.

If he wanted to use them, he would have to train.

Yuan Yu cursed inwardly.

I crossed into another world, at least.

Why did I get the incomplete version?

Frowning, Yuan Yu pressed a hand to his temple.

Ling Yuan asked at once, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Yuan Yu looked up and managed a smile.

"A bit like a hangover."

"You were drinking."

"Then blame the wine."

Seeing that he could still joke, Ling Yuan relaxed a little.

Qian Daoliu emerged from behind the curtain.

His golden robe swept the floor. He did not release the aura of his Six-Winged Angel, yet the hall fell more silent than ever.

Everyone bowed.

"Grand Worship."

Yuan Yu wanted to bow too.

But he was still holding the blade and had no idea how to put it away.

He tried tucking it into his sleeve.

It did not fit.

Chrysanthemum Douluo could not help laughing. "Are you trying to hide your Martial Soul in your sleeve?"

Yuan Yu answered earnestly, "I can't hold it forever. It'd dig into me when I sleep."

Qian Daoliu looked at him.

"Will it to return, and your Martial Soul will withdraw."

Yuan Yu tried.

The Sun Wheel Blade dissolved into a streak of silver-gold light and sank into his palm.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Pretty cooperative."

Ling Yuan murmured, "You're the one who didn't know how."

Qian Daoliu did not smile.

His gaze was grave.

He had seen God Level Martial Souls before.

Qian Renxue's Six-Winged Angel was one.

But Yuan Yu's blade was not part of the Angel God's legacy, nor did it appear in any Spirit Hall record.

Nine patterns, nine distinct auras.

This was no ordinary genius.

"Test his Soul Power."

At Qian Daoliu's command, the tension in the hall rose again.

The Red Cardinal immediately brought over a testing crystal.

It was a crystal for testing Soul Power up to level ten.

For a six-year-old child, that was enough.

Yuan Yu looked at the crystal and asked, "Is this expensive?"

The Red Cardinal froze.

"What?"

"If I break it, I can't afford to pay for it."

Chrysanthemum Douluo laughed. "Little Yuan Yu, you're awfully confident."

Ling Yuan folded her arms.

"Enough talk. Put your hand on it."

"I'm saving Spirit Hall money," Yuan Yu muttered.

"Spirit Hall can afford it."

"Can it afford wine, then?"

Ling Yuan raised her hand.

Yuan Yu immediately pressed his hand against the crystal.

For a moment, the crystal stayed quiet.

The next instant, platinum light burst out.

The Red Cardinal's face changed drastically.

Crack.

The first fracture appeared.

Crack, crack, crack.

The fractures spread faster and faster.

Yuan Yu's eyes widened.

"Didn't I warn you?"

Boom!

The crystal shattered into glittering fragments.

Yuan Yu quickly spread his hands.

"Just so we're clear, I didn't do that on purpose."

No one laughed.

The surge of Soul Power had far exceeded level ten.

The Red Cardinal's lips moved.

"Innate Full Soul Power?"

Qian Daoliu looked at Yuan Yu.

After a long pause, he spoke.

"Bring a level-twenty testing crystal."

At those words, several Red Cardinals outside the hall looked up at once.

Level twenty?

That was no ordinary test.

Only someone with legendary talent would need one.

Yuan Yu looked down at his hand.

Suddenly, he felt a little guilty.

"Grand Worship, how about we leave it?"

"Scared?" Azure Luan asked flatly.

Yuan Yu shook his head.

"I'm scared I'll have to pay for another one."

Ling Yuan clamped a hand on his shoulder.

"Test."