I Am Su Lin. What Can I Do for You?

"Su Lin! The director told us to gather at the entrance!"

"Coming!"

Douluo Continent, southwestern Heaven Dou Empire, Fasinuo Province.

Young voices rang out at the entrance to Wealth Village.

As the wealthiest settlement for miles around Nuoding City, Wealth Village was all about extravagant wealth.

Unlike Holy Soul Village several dozen miles away, which claimed to have once produced a legendary Soul Saint, Wealth Village actually had a Soul King watching over it.

Forty years ago, this esteemed Soul King had left the village, then still called Bran Village, and earned his way into Heaven Dou Royal Academy with outstanding grades, ultimately breaking through to Soul King.

After becoming a Soul King, he had not forgotten the people of Bran Village who had supported him every step of the way. Upholding the spirit of returning to Bran Village whence he came, he had turned down the opportunity to serve as an instructor at a branch of Heaven Dou Royal Academy and chosen to return home, leading all the villagers toward shared prosperity.

Over twenty years, relying on the esteemed Soul King's connections and foresight, Wealth Village had transformed directly from an impoverished county into what it was today. Though still a village in name, its actual size was little different from a town.

After all, even the lord of Nuoding City proper was only a Soul Ancestor in the forties.

It was precisely because of these affluent living conditions that the village had the funds to establish an orphanage specifically to shelter orphans at the esteemed Soul King's call.

And Su Lin was one of the ninety-three orphans the orphanage had taken in.

Flipping down from a haystack at the village entrance, Su Lin took a deep breath of fresh air. The thrilling moment was finally approaching.

Clearly, he was a transmigrator, and one who had transmigrated into the womb at that. He had carried his memories from his time in his mother's womb and knew he had transmigrated into the world of a novel called Douluo Continent.

On Douluo Continent, where Martial Souls formed the foundation of the cultivation system, all pursuits were lowly; only Soul Masters stood above.

As long as someone became a Soul Master, even just a Soul Grandmaster, they could find a decent job in a city like Nuoding City if they were willing to set aside their pride.

And after spending six whole years pretending to be a human cub, he had finally reached his own Martial Soul Awakening ceremony.

Although Douluo Continent had spent years down in the sewers of fantasy in his previous life's power-scaling circles, now that he had actually transmigrated here, Su Lin was still very interested in what Martial Soul he might awaken.

There were rules to this stuff, but it did not follow those rules entirely. Every so often, a mutation would crop up, and who knew whether it would be beneficial or harmful.

Just as some could turn from barnyard chickens into phoenixes and soar into the sky, others could turn from true dragons into swine and tumble into the mortal dust.

"Thrilling" hardly began to cover it.

Ten minutes later, Su Lin arrived at the orphanage entrance. Besides him, there were eleven other children of the appropriate age in the orphanage.

"Su Lin! The director said he's taking us to awaken our Martial Souls!"

"I want to awaken a sledgehammer! The book says getting smashed by a sledgehammer Martial Soul really hurts!"

"Who cares about sledgehammers? A cleaver is better! I want to awaken a cleaver!"

Children always liked to gather together. The moment Su Lin arrived, the eleven little imps gathered around him of their own accord, chattering and clamoring nonstop.

"Ah..." Already used to this scene, Su Lin let out a long sigh, his eyes as lifeless as a dead fish's.

Six was the age when children were despised by people and dogs alike. Not only were they unreasonably energetic, they genuinely possessed high-pitched voices capable of destroying the world.

With more than ten children shouting together, the scene was simply too beautiful for words.

"All right, all right, children. Is everyone here? If so, let's set off."

After a few minutes, a refined-looking, lavishly dressed middle-aged man in his forties walked over. He was the orphanage's director, as well as Wealth Village's village-guarding treasure, the esteemed Soul King Grant.

"Uncle Director!"

As soon as Grant appeared, the children surrounding Su Lin immediately abandoned him and crowded around Grant instead. Su Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After looking around and confirming the headcount, Grant led the group to the Spirit Hall in the center of the settlement.

Unlike the crude wooden huts in other villages, the Spirit Hall here was a genuine church built by craftsmen. Though it could not compare with the cathedral presided over by a bishop in Nuoding City, its facilities and everything else could certainly be considered top of the line.

"Young Su, how come it's still you this year?" Inside the church, Grant looked at the young man waiting beneath the enormous angel statue and preparing the Martial Soul Awakening ceremony, teasing him with a chuckle.

The young man wore a fitted white outfit and a black cloak, with the character for "soul" on his chest and three small swords embroidered on his left breast. He was tall and handsome, though his face looked somewhat weary.

"Lord Grant." Hearing him, Su Yuntao turned around with a wry smile. "Please don't tease me. Unless something unexpected happens, you'll still be seeing me here next year and the year after."

"Hahaha, don't worry. I've already had someone ask around. External assignments for your Spirit Hall's grassroots deacons last five years at most. In other words, you'll be able to return to Heaven Dou City after another year or two."

"Let's hope so." Su Yuntao sighed, then looked toward Su Lin and the others behind Grant. "Are these all the children from the orphanage?"

Grant nodded, then said hopefully, "I hope some of these children have the talent to become Soul Masters."

"How could becoming a Soul Master be that easy? I've already visited nine villages and only seen one child awaken Soul Power, and it was a Trash Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, with Innate Full Soul Power at that..."

Su Yuntao shook his head. Despite his words, his heart was just as full of anticipation for today's awakening. What if he really did encounter a genius?

"Blue Silver Grass. What a pity." Hearing this news, Grant also sighed with considerable regret. If the Martial Soul had been anything other than Blue Silver Grass-even the most common hoe or axe in the village-the child would have had the potential to be nurtured into a Soul Emperor or even a Soul Saint.

Blue Silver Grass with Innate Full Soul Power...

Standing behind the other children, Su Lin raised an eyebrow. Isn't he talking about God King Tang's alternate-spacetime counterpart, Tang Xiaosan?

Before today, he had only roughly known that his place in the timeline was before Spirit Hall's destruction. He had not known whether it was specifically before or after the plot began.

Now, since Tang San was also awakening his Martial Soul this year, that meant the plot was still at the starting point of everything.

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"All right, children, let me introduce myself. My name is Su Yuntao, and I'm a two-ring Battle Soul Master from Spirit Hall. Next, I will activate my Martial Soul to conduct your Martial Soul Awakening ceremony. Remember, no matter what you see next, don't be afraid."

Hearing this name, Su Lin, who had still been a little nervous, immediately felt reassured.

As the saying went, once Brother Tao made his move, you knew whether the goods were there. As the number-one awakening master across all the heavens and myriad worlds, who knew how many God Kings this Brother Tao had awakened?