Judging by the rather fine clothes this little fellow wore, the deacon hadn't expected him to be so poor at handling setbacks.
Young people needed more experience to temper their state of mind.
Only by remaining unmoved when a mountain collapsed before them could they become a true powerhouse.
Though he couldn't become a powerful Soul Master himself, he could recruit Soul Masters stronger than he was!
"Come test your Soul Power. As long as you have even one rank of Soul Power, you can become a Soul Master."
With that, the deacon took the crystal ball off the table and held it out to Wang Xiaoming.
It doesn't matter if it's a Trash Martial Soul, but he has to have Innate Soul Power...
Outside the testing area, Ning Rongrong anxiously wrung her little hands and muttered to herself.
"Soul Power, Soul Power, Soul Power, he has to have it..."
Wang Xiaoming wasn't as nervous as Ning Rongrong.
Once he knew what he had awakened, his Innate Soul Power wasn't actually all that important anymore.
Especially since he had a bonus Martial Soul in his right hand.
Wang Xiaoming hadn't summoned it, only sensing it briefly.
It should be the Decadriver's good brother, the Diendriver.
The abilities of both Martial Souls were already clear in his mind.
Their abilities were much the same, differing only in how they manifested.
With those two things in hand, he could walk backward across Douluo Continent if he wanted.
At the thought, he confidently pressed his hand against the Soul Power testing crystal.
At once, dazzling blue light burst from the crystal, illuminating the entire awakening room. All the parents and children who had stayed to watch were stunned.
"Th-this is Innate Full Soul Power!!"
The deacon's hand trembled as he held the crystal ball, and he cried out.
Who could have imagined that this Trash Martial Soul would actually awaken with Innate Full Soul Power!?
Ning Rongrong's little mouth also fell open in a huge O, wide enough to fit a Big Sausage inside.
Then she quickly came to her senses. They were in Spirit Hall, and Xiaoming, with his Innate Full Soul Power, absolutely couldn't stay here!
The deacon was still excitedly holding the crystal ball as he said to the calm-faced Wang Xiaoming, "Little friend, would you like to join-"
He had only gotten halfway through his sentence when all that remained of the little figure before him was a black outline.
Where was he?
How had he vanished in an instant?
He looked up and saw a little girl in a white dress pulling the child from earlier toward the exit.
As she ran, the little girl looked back and made a face at him.
"Nyah, nyah, nyah! Xiaoming won't join Spirit Hall!"
The sight made the deacon's eyelids twitch.
Once he recovered, he shouted to the people around him, "It's Innate Full Soul Power!! Get me that child's records, quickly! Three minutes! I want all his information on the bishop's desk!!"
For a genius with Innate Full Soul Power, it wouldn't be excessive even for the bishop himself to visit and invite him to join Spirit Hall!!
His voice rang out through half of Spirit Hall's great hall in Heaven Dou City.
Even Ning Rongrong and Wang Xiaoming heard the booming voice as they fled.
Hearing it, Ning Rongrong hurriedly pumped her two short little legs faster, dragging Wang Xiaoming straight out of Spirit Hall.
Ning Rongrong was overjoyed. All she could think about was hurrying to take Wang Xiaoming to see her father.
From now on, he would never have another reason to stop her from going out to play!
Wang Xiaoming looked at the little figure ahead of him, pulling him along despite being out of breath, and said helplessly,
"Rongrong, you don't have to make me run... I'm a noble, not a commoner. How could joining Spirit Hall be that easy?"
If he wanted to join Spirit Hall, he would first have to get past the Heaven Dou Empire...
His hereditary noble status was both a guarantee of a good life and a shackle imposed by the empire.
Although Soul Masters from the empire's noble families generally didn't amount to much,
their first choice could only be the empire.
Otherwise, the Heaven Dou Empire would hold them accountable.
If they joined another faction hostile to the Heaven Dou Empire without permission, the lighter punishment was to be stripped of their noble status and have nine generations of their family implicated; the heavier one was to be hunted as a wanted criminal by the Heaven Dou Empire.
Generally speaking, the web of relationships between nobles was so tangled that few would do such a thing.
"Hmph, are you really stupid or just pretending? You have Innate Full Soul Power! If Spirit Hall wants you, do you think you can get away?"
Panting, Ning Rongrong pulled him into the carriage.
Even her own Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would spare no effort to poach a genius like that.
Unless they didn't know about him.
To say nothing of a sacred place for Soul Masters like Spirit Hall.
The terms they could offer would probably be a little better than the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's.
If they didn't make a move early, what would they do if someone else snatched him away?
Hearing that, Wang Xiaoming laughed.
"If that's how you put it, does that mean I can't escape your clutches now either?"
Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes at him.
"Until I've seen what your Martial Soul can do, I reserve the right to remain silent... But if you're willing to fasten this young lady's belt for the rest of your life, I wouldn't mind."
The carriage traveled swiftly and soon returned to Wang Xiaoming's residence.
With a bang, the main gate was slammed tightly shut, and no visitors were admitted.
Ning Rongrong also dismissed all the servants in the courtyard, telling them not to come over.
Watching Ning Rongrong so adeptly command the servants in his home, Wang Xiaoming had the illusion that he was the guest.
Of course, Ning Rongrong had done all this simply to make it easier to examine his Martial Soul next.
She clapped her hands and turned to Wang Xiaoming.
"All right, Xiaoming, hurry and summon your Martial Soul so I can see!"
She was curious what that belt-like Martial Soul could actually do.
Unable to resist her, Wang Xiaoming raised his hand and summoned his Martial Soul.
In fact, he couldn't wait to try out this new toy himself.
With a thought, the black belt appeared around his waist, bearing the white Decadriver.
"Your Martial Soul... can't really be meant only to take off and whip people with, can it? It doesn't look much like it."
Ning Rongrong crouched beside him and curiously poked the belt around Wang Xiaoming's waist with a slender finger.
Hearing that, Wang Xiaoming smiled faintly.
Besides transforming, the Decadriver's main function was, of course, to wield the power of others.
He gently pressed his hand against the Ride Booker on its side.
Two cards inside were lit up, indicating that they were currently usable.
One came from Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda; the other was a Forced Ride Card.
He could obtain the first kind of card by spending some time with the other person and gaining their recognition.
It allowed him to use that person's Martial Soul, with their Soul Skills continuously updated based on their level.
The second was simple and forceful.
Even if the other person was unwilling, he could use Forced Ride to wield their Martial Soul.