Holy Soul Village.
Simple Spirit Hall.
Old Jack was standing still outside, occasionally sticking his head out to see the situation inside.
The awakening inside the room was proceeding in an orderly manner.
A man wearing plain silver uniform looked at the children before him with a gentle tone.
"Next, everyone line up and enter the Martial Soul Awakening Array in turn..."
Hearing Su Yuntao's words, the children here obediently lined up one after another.
Ye Fan, wearing a set of white beast-skins, stood at the end of the line with a somewhat expectant expression, his gaze shifting from Su Yuntao to the awakening array.
The one coming to awaken their martial souls was still the Blind Eye God of King.
This was in the bag!
Having come here for six years, he had finally waited for this day!
Although he had not awakened a system upon coming here, he possessed a unique ability.
It was presumably the golden finger welfare of his arrival in another world.
Ye Fan could designate and project his inner thoughts directly into someone's mind.
Of course, that included animals.
Relying on this trick, he was often able to hunt quite a bit of prey, not only maintaining food and clothing but also making a small profit.
Unlike telepathy, he could make his words appear directly in the other person's heart, impossible to guard against.
Frankly, he was quite satisfied with this ability.
Even if it couldn't make him directly stronger, it could make the characters he was familiar with let their imaginations run wild, and even subtly influence their judgment, creating a favorable situation for himself.
Just like right now...
Ye Fan swept a glance with his peripheral vision at the malnourished-looking little black-haired fellow standing nearby.
Tang San.
This kid usually had no intersection with him, occasionally running into each other in the mountains, belonging to the sort of acquaintances who merely nodded in greeting.
He couldn't be bothered to go establish any relationship with Tang San in advance; after all, besides that sparse porridge at home, current Tang San had nothing worth plotting over.
But starting today, everything would be different!
Although he didn't know what kind of martial soul and Innate Soul Power he would awaken, he must definitely make Tang San unable to resist him.
Otherwise, that Ice and Fire Mandarin Duck Pot wouldn't have a share for him.
This was also just in case.
Thinking of this, Ye Fan quietly activated his ability toward Tang San.
The next moment, Ye Fan's voice suddenly appeared in Tang San's mind.
[Martial soul awakening... am I really reborn? To actually return to this day of martial soul awakening once again.
Good, good, good, in this life, this seat will definitely take back everything that belongs to me! Let the mighty name of me, Ye Fan Emperor Ye, resound across the continent!]
Who? Who is speaking!?
Hearing the voice, Tang San immediately turned vigilant, a pair of eyes narrowing slightly, flashing with purple light.
He did not act rashly, instead using his peripheral vision to carefully scan his surroundings while recalling the words that had just appeared in his mind.
Reborn?
Ye Fan?
Emperor Ye?
Especially those two words, "reborn," instantly aroused Tang San's vigilance.
Who told him to be reborn as well?
He scanned a circle and found no suspicious people inside or outside the room; their attention was all on the awakening array.
In the end, his gaze fell on a somewhat tall, handsome-faced child not far away by his side.
The only guy in this village named Ye Fan.
At the very beginning, Tang San hadn't suspected him, but once he associated it with rebirth, it all clicked into place.
He should also be someone reborn from childhood.
Could it be that he had seen through his identity!?
Tang San was greatly shocked inside, his brow furrowing slightly. He naturally knew that there was a method of sound transmission into secret.
But that sentence just now didn't sound like someone transmitting sound to him, rather more like a soliloquy...
For this reason, Tang San deliberately sealed the acupoints of his ears, choosing to observe a little longer.
If it were sound transmission, it would be impossible for him to hear it.
When he sealed his acupoints and the world grew quiet... he took an imperceptible step forward, just enough to clearly see Ye Fan's expression, his entire focus placed completely on Ye Fan.
He saw Ye Fan cross his arms, a nostalgic look on his face as he watched the awakening ceremony ahead.
[Tch, still the Blind Eye God of King Taozi, truly nostalgic. I haven't seen him for a hundred years... He's the one who will become famous overnight today.]
God of King?
A hundred years?
What did becoming famous overnight refer to?
The main point was that he could actually still hear Ye Fan's voice!
This gave Tang San a great shock!
Was he able to hear what Ye Fan was thinking?
It was actually the same as himself... No, there was a slight difference: Ye Fan was a local, while he was an outsider!
A reborn person...
Thinking of this, Tang San's gaze narrowed slightly.
If that was the case, this Ye Fan living a lifetime over again was equivalent to having the ability of hindsight!
It was simply more outrageous than the Tang Sect Secret Arts he brought along...
Should he just kidnap him directly and force him to tell all the crises and opportunities that might happen in the future?
This thought quietly sprouted in Tang San's heart, but after thinking about it, he gave it up.
For one thing, this Ye Fan was not a six-year-old child; having died once, he wouldn't have that first kind of fear toward death.
Secondly, also because of this point, he couldn't get a grip on Ye Fan as a person. If he wouldn't easily compromise, he himself would very likely be tricked by false information.
The best method was to stare at him every single moment... striving to obtain those opportunities before him!
Thinking of this, Tang San took a casual step forward.
He moved close to Ye Fan's side, lowering his voice to probe, "Ye Fan, what kind of martial soul do you think I'll awaken?"
Even if the two of them had few interactions, he must have an impression of him.
Even if Ye Fan didn't say it out loud, he would definitely recall it subconsciously in his heart.
Tang San wanted to use this point to verify whether Ye Fan was really a reborn person.
"Your martial soul?"
Hearing this, Ye Fan froze. The sharp edge in his gaze instantly vanished, and his expression showed a well-timed pause, like a child suddenly questioned.
Seeing this, Tang San sneered inwardly.
This fellow... quite good at acting; his facial expression changed so smoothly.
Pity that you don't know I can hear your heart's voice.
"What kind of martial soul can children in our village awaken? Aren't they basically all farm tools? Your dad is a blacksmith, you will probably... be able to awaken a hammer? You'll know in a bit."
After finishing, Ye Fan refocused his attention back to the front, as if afraid of letting anything slip.
Yet Ye Fan's heart's voice rang in Tang San's mind just as he wished.
[Tang San ah, I remember he has Innate Full Soul Power, Twin Martial Souls Blue Silver Grass and Clear Sky Hammer... He's someone with strength, those little gadgets of his are quite interesting, what a pity...]
The voice stopped abruptly, without a single extra bit of content.
Question marks popped up on Tang San's head instead.
He knew Blue Silver Grass, but what was a Clear Sky Hammer?
And what on earth was this Innate Full Soul Power?
The most fatal part was... those little gadgets of his in his mouth!?
Were what he spoke of Hidden Weapons?
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