Time flowed like a murmuring stream.
Two and a half months passed just like that.
Traveling day and night, Ye Han finally reached Spirit City at sunset that day.
Once inside, he asked around until he found the Awakening Hall, where Martial Souls were awakened.
"Success or failure, good or bad-it all comes down to this!"
Ye Han wore ragged clothes, and his face was exhausted, but neither could hide the resolute light in his eyes.
On the way, his money had been stolen by robbers and his shoes had worn through. He had truly weathered hardship.
But compared to the blood debt for his murdered parents, these hardships amounted to nothing!
As he pondered, a male Soul Master from Spirit Hall walked out of the hall, complaining as he shut the doors:
"Awakening Martial Souls for these damned peasants every day. What rotten luck!"
"If I'd known, I would've joined the empire back then. They keep us Soul Masters supplied with fine wine and meat!"
It's closing time already?!
With that thought, Ye Han hurried forward and asked politely:
"Uncle, is it closing time?"
The Soul Master looked down toward the voice.
Seeing a filthy child, he simply ignored him and prepared to shut the doors completely.
At this, anxiety instantly burned through Ye Han's heart.
If he could not awaken his Martial Soul today, he would probably end up on the streets.
The earth would be his bed, the sky his blanket!
"Uncle, I've reached the age to awaken my Martial Soul this year. I'd like to awaken it now."
"Could I take a little of your time? I promise I'll repay you someday!"
Ye Han cried anxiously. In his desperation, he grabbed the edge of the door, his eyes full of pleading.
But his pleading did not earn the Soul Master's sympathy. Instead, it stirred his disgust.
He impatiently shoved Ye Han to the ground, his face filled with loathing as he cursed:
"Get lost! Don't waste my fucking time! Repay me? Who do you think you are? You damned lowborn peasant!"
Pain shot through Ye Han from the fall. His fists clenched, anger and humiliation filling his heart.
But thinking he was in the wrong for taking up someone else's time, he swallowed his anger and prepared to get up and leave.
Just then, however, an authoritative woman's sharp rebuke rang out:
"How dare you!"
A terrifying pressure accompanied her voice, instantly leaving the Soul Master struggling to breathe.
What a powerful presence!
Ye Han hurriedly turned toward the voice.
He saw a breathtakingly beautiful woman approaching, displeasure on her lovely face.
She had short brown hair and exquisite, stunning features.
She wore a tight black leather armored outfit covered in scales.
Yet it did nothing to conceal her sizzling, alluring curves.
It made her look utterly seductive and enchanting, like a bewitching rose that set the imagination wandering.
Between her magnificent, swelling breasts, a deep chasm of cleavage was even exposed.
Leather trousers hugged her long, beautiful legs and tightly encased her pert, lifted bottom.
All in all, both her looks and her figure could be called exceptional!
So beautiful. Who could she be?!
Ye Han froze briefly, unable to help wondering about her identity.
When the male Soul Master saw the woman, his face filled with terror:
"E-Elder Ling Yuan!!!"
Ling Yuan? The only female elder in Spirit Hall!
Learning the stunning woman's name, Ye Han was immediately astonished.
Ling Yuan strode over and rebuked the Soul Master coldly:
"Spirit Hall's rules state that the Awakening Hall may only close after sunset!"
"The sun has only just set, yet you're already rushing to shut the doors. What sort of conduct is this?!"
Terrified, the Soul Master apologized repeatedly, not daring to offer the slightest rebuttal.
Ye Han was furious at her words. So he had done nothing wrong; this beast was the one breaking the rules.
"Hmph! I'll deal with you later!"
Ling Yuan snorted coldly and paid the Soul Master no further attention.
She turned to Ye Han. His pitiful appearance stirred her compassion, and she bent down and spoke gently:
"Little one, do you want to awaken your Martial Soul? How about letting big sister help you?"
With that, she offered a slender, jade-white hand.
Ye Han paused briefly. Naturally, he would not miss this chance, and he quickly nodded:
"Yes! Please help me awaken my Martial Soul, big sister!"
As he spoke, he reached out his small hand and took the slender, jade-white hand she offered.
"Little one, come with big sister." Ling Yuan smiled faintly and led Ye Han into the Awakening Hall.
Watching this, the Soul Master was filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, grinding his teeth in anger.
He had long heard that Elder Ling Yuan had no interest in men, yet now she was treating this peasant so gently.
But soon, a mocking smile curled his lips. What Martial Soul could this lowly peasant possibly awaken? There would be a joke to watch!
"Stand still, little one. Big sister will awaken your Martial Soul now."
Ling Yuan brought Ye Han into the formation at the center of the Awakening Hall and activated it.
Buzzz!
A gentle light enveloped Ye Han, and gradually, he felt his body growing hot.
Something powerful within him was being drawn out, about to burst from his body.
But it seemed too powerful, unable to break through for the moment.
"What's going on? Why hasn't it come out yet?!"
Ling Yuan's delicate brows knitted into deep furrows. She had never encountered anything like this.
From her past experience, even a top-tier Martial Soul should have emerged by now.
"Heh, could he not even have a Martial Soul? Just wait for him to make a fool of himself!"
Seeing this, the Soul Master immediately gloated, sneering inwardly.
"Come out!"
Ling Yuan abruptly unleashed her own Martial Soul-Lie Yan Ling Yuan!
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black-the optimal Soul Ring configuration for a Titled Douluo appeared.
Her rank-ninety-two Soul Power circulated throughout her body, forcibly compelling Ye Han's Martial Soul to emerge.
"Roar!"
As a deafening dragon's roar resounded,
a sacred dragon radiating dazzling golden light suddenly appeared.
It coiled around Ye Han, releasing a vast presence that shook the heavens.
In an instant, it illuminated the entire Awakening Hall with brilliant splendor, sacred and inviolable.
"Ah! This terrifying presence!!!"
"Could it be the Golden Sacred Dragon, the supreme Beast Martial Soul that surpasses the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?!"
"No! Neither the bloodline nor the presence of this sacred dragon is remotely comparable to the Golden Sacred Dragon!"
"This is the legendary demigod Martial Soul, even stronger than the Golden Sacred Dragon-the Radiant Sacred Dragon!"
The Soul Master cried out wildly in shock, his earlier disdain completely gone.
Even Ling Yuan, a Titled Douluo, stared with her beautiful eyes wide in astonishment.
"The Radiant Sacred Dragon?!"
Ye Han was shocked as well, but even more excited.
With a Martial Soul like this awakened, why would he fear being unable to avenge that blood debt?!
Suddenly, Ling Yuan sensed something and cried out involuntarily:
"No! There's another Martial Soul!"
She immediately poured in her terrifying Soul Power once more, driving the formation at full strength to draw it out.
"Roar!"
Accompanied by an even deeper dragon's roar,
a sacred dragon radiating abyssal black light suddenly appeared.
It, too, coiled around Ye Han, releasing a presence that made hearts tremble.
The black light it unleashed met the golden light the Radiant Sacred Dragon had released earlier.
Like the collision of sun and moon, they mingled, bursting with an even more dazzling radiance.
"What?! Twin Martial Souls! And a Martial Soul never seen before!"
"Its attribute is the opposite of the Radiant Sacred Dragon's. Could it be its counterpart, the Dark Sacred Dragon?!"
"This boy actually awakened two demigod Martial Souls, the Radiant Sacred Dragon and the Dark Sacred Dragon!!!"
The Soul Master was utterly dumbfounded and instantly collapsed onto the ground.
Ling Yuan was dumbfounded too. She had never seen such an astounding scene.
Rumble!
The next moment, a beam of interwoven light and darkness erupted from Ye Han's body.
It instantly tore through the roof and reached the highest clouds, accompanied by a deafening sound.
It projected two enormous phantom sacred dragons of light and darkness, their majesty fierce, their presence mighty enough to swallow mountains and rivers.
The whole city was instantly stirred into an uproar, and every elder and consecrator was likewise alarmed, all swiftly setting off toward the scene.
(End of chapter)