Martial Soul Awakening

Douluo Continent, Holy Soul Village.

Inside a dilapidated Thatched Cottage, a thinly dressed, somewhat malnourished little boy crawled up from beside the bed.

"Where is this?"

Han Tao instinctively swept his gaze around the surroundings. After being dazed for a brief moment, he began recalling his past.

A child's memories were fragmented and disordered, but he could still vaguely glean the crucial information: "Holy Soul Village."

After a brief period of thought, Han Tao understood his situation. This was the Novice Village of Douluo Continent, and he was an orphan who had grown up eating at different villagers' homes.

This dilapidated Thatched Cottage had been built for him with the help of Village Chief Jack and the villagers.

Old Jack was a kindhearted man. Han Tao had survived all these years thanks to Old Jack's support.

"Han Tao, are you there? It's Village Chief Jack!"

The village chief's voice came from outside, but Han Tao did not answer. More precisely, he had no way to answer at the moment.

The language system of Douluo Continent differed somewhat from that of the modern world. Han Tao had just finished transmigrating and still could not speak the "dialect" of Douluo Continent very well.

Although Han Tao was still very young, as a Transmigrator in this utterly unfamiliar place, he maintained the highest level of rationality and composure.

He knew that Tang San and Tang Hao were also in Holy Soul Village. Once he spoke in a different language system, regardless of whether they understood him, there would be uncontrollable risks.

However, with Old Jack's arrival, he had no choice but to deal with him.

Han Tao walked outside, performed a villager's greeting toward the old village chief, and then solemnly nodded.

Old Jack was a kind and amiable old man. He was not particularly perceptive and failed to notice anything unusual about Han Tao.

"Tomorrow is the day of the Martial Soul Awakening. Whatever you do, don't sleep through it!"

"If you miss the time, you'll have to wait until next year!"

He repeatedly warned and urged Han Tao, hoping that he would take the Martial Soul Awakening seriously. Han Tao neither spoke nor objected. Instead, he listened to Old Jack's warnings attentively, nodding twice from time to time.

Han Tao could understand Old Jack's words and could even repeat them over a short period. This came from the muscle memory of his mouth.

But if he had to formulate his own words, he could not do it. Too little time had passed since his transmigration, and Han Tao had yet to fully adapt.

After Old Jack left, Han Tao dropped onto the bed and slowly let out a breath.

Han Tao began trying to speak in the language of Douluo Continent.

"Worst comes to worst, I just won't speak. It's no big deal."

A six-year-old child whose parents were both dead and who had never been taught by anyone would naturally be unable to speak.

The next day.

Under the guidance of Village Chief Jack, Han Tao arrived at the center of Holy Soul Village, where there stood a thatched cottage that was slightly less dilapidated.

Above the thatched cottage hung a rather elegant plaque. Written on it were the three characters "Spirit Hall."

Han Tao did not recognize those three characters.

A handsome young man walked out of the thatched cottage. He wore a white outfit suited for combat and a black cloak. Old Jack immediately began introducing him to the children: "This is Battle Soul Master Su Yuntao from Spirit Hall."

Old Jack walked up to the young man, performed a customary greeting, and said, "I'll be troubling you this time!"

The villagers of Holy Soul Village were filled with gratitude toward Old Jack, while Old Jack felt the same way toward the people from Spirit Hall.

These low-ranked soul masters from Spirit Hall came to the village every year to help the children awaken their Martial Souls.

What did that mean? It meant that without this soul master, Holy Soul Village would lose its hope.

A faint trace of pride showed in Su Yuntao's eyes. He unhurriedly bowed slightly in return.

"I don't have much time. Let's begin now!"

Old Jack turned around and began warning the children again. It was nothing more than telling them to cooperate with Lord Soul Master and the like.

Then, the first child stepped forward.

"Lone Wolf, possess!"

As Su Yuntao performed a dazzling series of movements, the first child's Martial Soul emerged. It was a sickle.

"A Weapon Martial Soul. Not bad luck. Now we just need to see whether he has any Soul Power."

But as the test continued, the light in the child's eyes dimmed.

"No Soul Power."

The cold words came from Su Yuntao's mouth. Old Jack led the child aside and comforted him.

The vast majority of people had no Soul Power. Holy Soul Village had not produced a soul master for several generations, and it seemed this time would be no exception.

Soon, it was Han Tao's turn to awaken his Martial Soul.

As light rose, a small Blue Silver-colored grass appeared atop the obsidian stone. Clearly, this was his Martial Soul.

"Blue Silver Grass, Trash Martial Soul. Next."

Su Yuntao had no expectations. He was even too lazy to test Han Tao's Soul Power.

Hearing this, Han Tao immediately grew anxious. How could they not test his Soul Power? What if he had some?

"Could you test my Soul Power?"

What was rare and commendable was that Han Tao managed to speak this time, and in the orthodox language of Douluo Continent.

There were no mistakes, and every word was clear.

"All right!"

Su Yuntao's attitude was somewhat casual. He casually tested Han Tao's Soul Power, and a faint light shone from the stone pillar.

"Innate Soul Power, Level 1!"

"Your luck is pretty good, but unfortunately, it's a Trash Martial Soul."

It was clear that Su Yuntao was also quite happy.

He had visited seven villages and had finally awakened someone with Soul Power. That was a rare occurrence.

To be honest, he did not dislike his work. It was just that after working hard for so long without any results, anyone would feel tired of it.

Han Tao did not feel disappointed. He did not think there was anything wrong with Blue Silver Grass. No matter what, this was his Martial Soul.

After the Martial Soul Awakening was complete, Han Tao performed a very solemn greeting to Su Yuntao, then hurriedly left because it was Tang San's turn to awaken his Martial Soul next.

If he accidentally saw the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand, he might end up courting death. The current him could neither afford to gamble nor wanted to gamble.

After returning to his own house, Han Tao began sensing his Martial Soul and recording the changes in his body.

"My physical attributes have increased by roughly 10%. The improvement isn't obvious, and the minute difference can't be determined."

After transmigrating, Han Tao had tested his strength and recorded his original physical attributes as 1.

After awakening his Martial Soul, he tested his strength again. The value had risen to 1.1.

Next, he wanted to figure out whether his physical attributes would become 1.21 or 1.2 if his Soul Power Level rose by another level.

This was an enormous difference. The former represented exponential growth, while the latter was fixed accumulation. At high levels, the difference would be immense.

"Besides physical attributes, Soul Power and Mental Power also need to be recorded. However, I lack a way to evaluate Mental Power, so this line of research will have to be shelved for now."

Han Tao sighed softly. He was glad that he had awakened a Martial Soul, yet he could not help lamenting the difficulty of the current situation.

Because next, if he wanted to enter Notting Spirit Master Academy, he would face enormous risks as well.