"Go, then, but don't let it delay lunch." Tang Hao kept his head down, hammering the farming tool in his hands as he spoke rather coldly.
"All right, Dad." Tang San answered and walked out of the smithy side by side with Xiao Yan.
With Old Jack leading the way, Xiao Yan and Tang San arrived at the Spirit Hall in the center of the village. This Spirit Hall looked rather shabby, though-it was nothing more than a small wooden hut.
Because everyone on the Douluo Continent had a martial soul, Spirit Hall could be found in every corner of the continent.
Nine children in Holy Soul Village needed to undergo martial soul awakening that year. Xiao Yan and Tang San, escorted by Old Jack, were the last to arrive.
A young man stood in the very center of the Spirit Hall. He looked to be in his twenties, with sword-like brows and star-bright eyes, his features strikingly handsome. He wore a fitted white outfit with a black cloak draped down his back.
At the center of his chest was the character for "soul," about the size of a fist. This was the standard attire of Spirit Hall personnel.
This was Su Yuntao, the Douluo Continent's Blind Douluo. Legend had it that anyone whose martial soul he awakened possessed at least some of the makings of a God King.
At the sight of the "soul" character on the young man's chest, a sinister "keh keh keh" laugh inexplicably echoed through Xiao Yan's mind. He had no idea why.
"Greetings, esteemed Battle Soul Master. Sorry for troubling you again." Old Jack bowed respectfully to Su Yuntao.
"I don't have much time. I still have other villages to visit, so let the children begin now." A faint trace of pride showed in Su Yuntao's eyes as he bent slightly to return the bow.
"Of course. Thank you for your efforts." Supporting himself with his walking stick, Old Jack turned around and said kindly, "Children, this is a Battle Soul Master from Nuoding City. He will guide you in awakening your martial souls. You must behave and cooperate with the master during your martial soul awakening. Grandpa hopes some of you will be able to become Soul Masters."
"All right, all right."
Su Yuntao waved several times, signaling for Old Jack to stop rambling, and said rather helplessly, "You said the same things last year. How could becoming a Soul Master be that easy? I've already visited six villages, and not a single person had soul power. There weren't any suitable martial souls, either."
"Ah..." At those words, Old Jack's eyes dimmed slightly, and he sighed. "Yes, only the heirs of the great sects have an easy time becoming Soul Masters. For ordinary people like us, it's far too difficult."
After saying this, Old Jack shook his head and walked out of the Spirit Hall.
"Children, stand in a line." Su Yuntao turned his gaze to the nine children before him. His manner was much gentler toward them.
Once upon a time, he too had been just like these children, awakening his martial soul with the help of a Spirit Hall deacon of the older generation and setting out on the path of a Soul Master.
"My name is Su Yuntao. I'm a rank twenty-six Soul Grandmaster, and I'll be your guide for your martial soul awakening." As he spoke, Su Yuntao took six jet-black, round stones from inside his clothes and tossed them out, arranging them in a hexagon on the floor.
"Now, I'll awaken your martial souls one by one. Remember, whatever happens, don't be afraid. Uh... you first." Su Yuntao motioned for the first child on the right to stand in the center of the hexagon.
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yuntao's eyes suddenly lit up. Under the children's horrified gazes, he gave a low shout: "Lone Wolf, possess!"
As his shout rang out, a faint azure light emerged from between Su Yuntao's brows. As it spread, his hair instantly turned gray, his body rapidly swelled, and sharp claws sprang from all ten fingers.
Then two rings of light, one white and one yellow, rose from beneath his feet, looking especially eerie.
At the sight before him, the boy standing in the center of the hexagon cried out in fright and stumbled several steps backward.
"I already told you there's no need to be afraid. This is my martial soul, Lone Wolf. If any of you are fortunate enough to become a Soul Master someday, you'll have abilities like mine." Su Yuntao caught hold of the cowering boy and explained.
Of the nine children, only Xiao Yan and Tang San were not particularly frightened. Still, when Su Yuntao's body began to change, Tang San had already activated the Mysterious Heaven Skill and quietly raised his left hand, releasing the safety on his Silent Sleeve Arrow.
[Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, General Principles, Article Five: No disciple of the Tang Sect shall provoke others lightly. Those who attack first may be repaid with thunderous force!]
A human? Turning into a wolf? Watching the scene before him, Xiao Yan frowned slightly and pondered, No, he must have gained a wolf's abilities. So this world is this wondrous.
Xiao Yan could hardly wait to find out what his own martial soul would be.
Su Yuntao thrust out his hands in rapid succession, sending six faint green lights into the six black stones on the floor. At once, a hazy golden radiance poured from the stones and enveloped the child.
Under Su Yuntao's guidance, the boy held out his right hand.
Before long, a handkerchief appeared in his palm.
"Ah... a handkerchief. Your martial soul barely qualifies as a tool martial soul, but it's a trash martial soul. It's probably only good for wiping your nose. Come, let's test whether you have any soul power." Following Su Yuntao's instructions, the boy placed his trembling right hand on the blue crystal ball beside him.
The crystal ball showed no reaction at all, and disappointment filled Su Yuntao's face.
"You have no soul power. Go back to the line."
The same scene played out again and again.
"A sickle. No soul power."
"A hoe. No soul power."
"A spatula. No soul power..." The children stepped forward one after another, then returned to the line in dejection.
Constantly using soul power to awaken the children's martial souls had left Su Yuntao somewhat tired. At last, it was the eighth child's turn-Tang San.
Without needing a reminder from Su Yuntao, Tang San, who had lived two lives, was already standing in the center of the six black stones.
As soul power flowed into them, the pale golden light shone once more. Tang San felt as though his entire body had been wrapped in a world of warmth. The Mysterious Heaven Skill within him stirred faintly, and then something inside him seemed to shatter.
The motes of light within the golden dome surged toward Tang San's palm. Su Yuntao's eyes immediately brightened. He had the distinct feeling that a powerful martial soul was about to appear, and his excitement was written all over his face.
The golden motes gathered together. This time, at last, it was no longer a farming tool.
A small blade of pale blue grass appeared in Tang San's palm.
However, black light surged within Tang San's slightly clenched left hand. He could feel that this hand seemed to have formed another martial soul as well.
And Xiao Yan, observing every detail from behind him, saw all of it.
"Blue Silver Grass?" Looking at the gently swaying Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand, Su Yuntao said in utter disappointment, "Blue Silver Grass is a standard trash martial soul. It has no attack power, no defensive power, and no support abilities. You could call it the very model of a trash martial soul."
"Hahaha, in plain terms, it's just a weed that grows everywhere."
"Even my pigs won't eat that garbage. Hahaha."
At the sight before them, the other village children behind him jeered.
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