Zero Soul Power, Bound to the Three-Choice Golden Entry System

"Luofan, your grandfather gave his all for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Don't worry. The sect master promised him he'd take good care of you!"

"Luofan, your awakening is complete. Your Martial Soul has undergone a malignant mutation into a Clay Pagoda. Innate Soul Power: level 0!"

"Luofan, as long as you work hard in the sect, you'll have food on the table. But Rongrong needs more time to train. Please don't disturb her when you have free time!"

Half asleep, Luofan drifted through a restless sleep as fragments of jumbled memories flickered through his mind.

His situation was simple enough.

His grandfather had been a level 88 Soul Douluo who married a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and joined it.

Then his grandfather died. At six years old, Luofan had awakened a Trash Martial Soul—a malignant mutation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda called the Clay Pagoda—and level 0 Innate Soul Power.

So Sect Master Ning Fengzhi had told him to stop pestering his precious daughter and arranged for him to work as a sect menial.

Luofan opened his eyes and glanced outside. Dawn had yet to break.

He got up quietly, grabbed the bundle he had packed the night before, and left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi had made it clear that if Luofan stayed on as a menial, he would want for neither food nor clothing.

But Luofan knew how close he was to Ning Fengzhi's daughter, Ning Rongrong.

Now that he was useless, the closer they were, the worse it would be for him.

After all, he had Ning family blood in him, but only a quarter of it, and his branch had long since passed beyond five generations from Ning Fengzhi's. Naturally, Ning Fengzhi wanted to nip any threat in the bud.

Sometimes, a person had to know when to leave. At least he could preserve a last shred of dignity.

After more than ten hours of walking, the sun had long since risen, and Luofan was well beyond the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's territory.

His six-year-old body was exhausted. Not knowing where he was, Luofan sat down on the grass beside the road to rest and opened his bundle.

Inside were two loaves of bread, a bottle of water, spare clothes, and, most importantly, ten Gold Soul Coins.

That was everything he owned.

"Ugh..." He took a bite of bread and a sip of water. As his strength slowly returned, he sighed inwardly.

Was fate playing a joke on him?

When he first arrived in Douluo, he had a level 88 Soul Douluo for a grandfather and a place in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Luofan had thought that was a decent start.

He had imagined becoming one of the continent's greatest powerhouses someday, perhaps even reaching level one hundred, becoming a god, and enjoying an endless lifespan.

But a single Martial Soul Awakening had shattered every one of his dreams.

Luofan had no idea where to go next.

Before crossing over, he had been a lowly drudge. Was he still going to be one in this world?

Then what had been the point of crossing over?

[Notice: Three-Choice Golden Entry System successfully bound!]

Just then, a translucent message box appeared before Luofan's eyes, visible only to him.

Had the cheat every transmigrator needed finally arrived?

Luofan perked up and examined it closely.

[Host has completed Martial Soul Awakening and earned one chance to choose from three Golden Entries!]

[Each time you obtain a Soul Ring, you may choose another entry!]

[Generating three random entries...]

As he watched the messages scroll before him, Luofan understood.

Completing his Martial Soul Awakening had given him a chance to choose a Golden Entry.

And every time he obtained a Soul Ring, he could choose another entry he wanted.

Did that mean he could obtain ten entries at most?

Golden Entries?

At least their quality seemed assured.

The question was whether one of the first three would be what he needed most right now.

Back at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi was seated when a servant reported that Luofan had left.

"Mm. I see." Ning Fengzhi's expression remained calm as he waved the servant away.

He had expected Luofan to cling desperately to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for survival after the twin blows of his grandfather's death and his failed Martial Soul Awakening.

He had not expected a six-year-old child to have such backbone.

"A pity."

Ning Fengzhi genuinely liked a child with that kind of pride. Unfortunately, Luofan had level 0 Innate Soul Power. He would never become a Soul Master.

More importantly, Rongrong had played with him since childhood. They were far too close.

Ning Fengzhi would never allow that childhood bond to develop any further.

"Fengzhi..."

A moment later, Bone Douluo approached, his long black hair trailing behind him.

"Uncle Bone, what is it?" Ning Fengzhi asked, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

"Rongrong found out Luofan left. She's throwing a tantrum," Bone Douluo said.

Ning Fengzhi fell silent for a moment but made no move to comfort her. He shook his head slightly and sighed. "Let her vent. She should be fine in a few days."

Luofan waited about ten minutes. At last, the three entries finished generating in the system display before him.

[Entry 1: Peerless Prodigy!]

[Entry 2: Wishful Soul Skill!]

[Entry 3: God-tier Martial Soul!]

Looking at the three gleaming Golden Entries, Luofan could roughly guess what each meant from its name.

Still, he focused on them to learn more.

Descriptions of all three Golden Entries appeared before his eyes.

First was Peerless Prodigy. Its description was straightforward.

Choosing it would give him talent that ranked among the finest in the world.

Next was Wishful Soul Skill. It would let every Soul Skill he awakened in the future turn out exactly as he wished.

Finally came God-tier Martial Soul. Its description was even more direct: it would evolve his Martial Soul into one of the very best, a God-tier Martial Soul.

All three Golden Entries were excellent.

But which should he choose? Luofan thought it over carefully.

First, he ruled out Entry 2.

With level 0 Innate Soul Power, he could not cultivate at all. Wishful Soul Skill was useless to him.

That left Entries 1 and 3.

Peerless Prodigy or God-tier Martial Soul.

Which one should he choose?

After thinking for a while, Luofan had a rough grasp of what each Golden Entry meant.

If he compared it to the college entrance exam, Peerless Prodigy would be like earning scores high enough for China's top universities—perhaps even the highest score in the country.

God-tier Martial Soul, on the other hand, would be like getting a perfect score in one subject.

So which was better?