In the last rays of the setting sun, a pale white light had already risen.
Su Yuntao glanced toward the horizon and frowned. "Do you know the awakening ceremony is already over?"
Xiao Cao's face went deathly pale at once.
Missing her Martial Soul Awakening meant missing a major opportunity in life.
Xiao Yan stroked the girl's hair and reassured her, "It's all right. Leave it to me."
Xiao Cao was timid,
but she nodded like a chick pecking at grain.
Tang San narrowed his eyes. There was something about this boy his own age that he couldn't see through.
It was as though
beneath that young body
there was an adult too!
So had this person transmigrated just like him?
Tang San shook his head. Transmigration was unheard of. How could two cases turn up in one village on such a vast continent?
Apparently, he was simply mature for his age.
"Leave it to you? Giving people hope so casually isn't a good habit," Tang San said coldly.
Su Yuntao also smiled a little and mocked him. "Where did you get the nerve to think I'd hold an awakening ceremony for you two latecomers?"
Xiao Cao looked at Old Jack, hoping he would help.
Old Jack turned his head away.
He didn't want to offend a Spirit Hall inspection deacon over two children.
Xiao Yan gripped Xiao Cao's cold little hand, looked at Su Yuntao, and said confidently, "Because I'll be a Soul Master! A Soul Master with high Soul Power!"
"Oh!?"
Su Yuntao wasn't the only one taken aback.
Old Jack, and even Tang San, were startled as well.
"What makes you think you'll be a Soul Master with Soul Power!?"
"Because I'm Xiao Yan!"
"Heh." Tang San sneered.
Xiao Yan stared fixedly at Su Yuntao and said calmly, "You only need to lift a finger to hold the ceremony for me, and when I become a Soul Master, you'll receive a reward from Spirit Hall!"
"Isn't that reward the reason you came here!?"
Su Yuntao was confused for a moment.
Was the one talking to him really a seven- or eight-year-old child?
How could he speak so persuasively?
The previous child had seemed to have killing intent, and now this one had a silver tongue?
Holy Soul Village really did produce one talent after another.
"Although I don't know who gave you that courage, I'm deeply impressed." Su Yuntao clapped his hands.
He looked at Xiao Yan with appreciation. "To pursue what you want so openly-even if you can't become a Soul Master, I imagine your achievements won't be small."
"Oh, well. I probably won't make it to the next village today anyway. I'll help you two awaken your Martial Souls!"
At that, Xiao Cao jumped right up.
The girl hugged Xiao Yan, and both of them beamed.
"I didn't lie to you, did I?" Xiao Yan brushed the bridge of Xiao Cao's nose.
Xiao Cao stuck out her tongue and said with a grin, "Brother Xiao Yan always keeps his word!"
Beside them, Tang San silently clenched his fists.
His Purple Demon Eye flashed as he stared fixedly at Su Yuntao and the two children before him.
He hadn't even answered a question Tang San asked.
Yet now he was staying to hold a ceremony for these two latecomers!?
[Article forty-six of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record:]
[Those who disrespect or even insult you may be regarded as enemies!]
[Article thirty-one of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record:]
[Show your enemies no mercy-kill them!]
These people have already got themselves a way to die. Sooner or later, I'll take your lives!
Tang San's heart turned cold. He had already sentenced them to death.
With that, Tang San shouldered his pack and prepared to leave.
The ceremony beside him had already begun,
but he no longer wanted to watch.
For those already destined to die, however brilliantly they shone in life, they were only night-blooming flowers that vanished in a flash.
"Little San, look!" Old Jack suddenly stopped Tang San, his mouth hanging open.
Tang San followed Old Jack's gaze.
His eyes instantly turned cold.
He began to understand why both the village chief and Su Yuntao had called Blue Silver Grass a Trash Martial Soul.
"Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass! Another Blue Silver Grass."
"What a pity. Your Trash Martial Soul has no Soul Power."
Su Yuntao looked at Xiao Cao in disappointment.
Xiao Cao was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears with a wail.
"Blue Silver Grass, a Trash Martial Soul... boo-hoo-hoo..."
Xiao Yan hurriedly comforted the girl, but looked over at Tang San, whose gaze was murderous.
"What are you trying to do!?"
"Make her take back what she just said!" Tang San stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Cao by the clothes.
"You're the trash, not Blue Silver Grass!"
"Why are you yelling at her? What did her Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul ever do to you!?"
Xiao Yan shoved Tang San away.
As a child who made his living chopping firewood, he was exceptionally strong for his age.
Yet even so, he had only just managed to push Tang San away.
The blacksmith's son was no ordinary boy either.
So Xiao Yan thought.
Tang San sneered. "Because my Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass too!"
Seeing things descend into chaos, Su Yuntao's voice turned icy in an instant.
He quietly released his Wind Wolf Martial Soul, and an oppressive air settled over the entire square.
Two Soul Rings, one yellow and one white, circled him,
and no one dared speak anymore.
Su Yuntao nodded in satisfaction.
"Continue!"
This time, it was Xiao Yan's turn.
The familiar golden motes of light appeared once more, scattering flames like solar flares.
A wisp of flame rose up.
It grew larger and larger, seemingly ready to outshine the sun.
At last, the flame soared upward.
It transformed into molten lava, like an erupting volcano!
"An elemental Martial Soul? What a powerful fire element!" Su Yuntao exclaimed.
He was stunned by the scene before him, which looked like a fireworks display.
The temperature of the sacred Martial Soul Awakening factors themselves seemed to rise. Wreathed in flames, they formed a sphere of light.
At its center,
a powerful Martial Soul was being born!
"What Martial Soul is this!?"
Su Yuntao stood there in a daze.
Even the Martial Soul illustrated guide in Spirit Hall's possession definitely contained no such Martial Soul.
Looking at the powerful flame in Xiao Yan's palm, Su Yuntao had a thought.
"An Innate Mutated Martial Soul!"
To verify his guess, Su Yuntao hurriedly picked up the Soul Power testing device.
Strands of blue light bloomed.
The Soul Power testing device shone brilliantly.
"This is Innate Full-"
"Huh!?"
Su Yuntao froze.
The Soul Power awakening device, brilliant and dazzling only a moment ago, instantly dimmed.
No one saw
a flash of light pass over a pitch-black ring concealed on Xiao Yan's finger.
Xiao Yan's Innate Soul Power changed with it.
Level ten, Innate Full Soul Power
level seven
level four
level three
"Level one!?"
Su Yuntao felt as though he was going mad!
It had clearly been Innate Full Soul Power, so how had it suddenly turned into level one!?
"The testing device is broken!?"
Su Yuntao hurriedly checked it.
But the result didn't change.
Xiao Yan went from having Innate Full Soul Power at the start
to being a Soul Master with level-one Soul Power.
"You people in Holy Soul Village really know how to mess with someone's head!"
Su Yuntao glared at Old Jack,
then flung his robe aside and strode straight out of the village.
Innate Full Soul Power, but a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
A Martial Soul that looked powerful, but only level-one Soul Power!
Were they treating him, Su Yuntao, like a complete sucker!?
"Lord Deacon, although Xiao Yan only has level-one Soul Power, he really is a Soul Master!"
"You can claim the reward money!"
Old Jack shouted at the top of his lungs.
Su Yuntao roared, "The reward for level-one Soul Power wouldn't even be enough to buy you a coffin!"
"I could make up the difference myself," Old Jack said, a little embarrassed.
Su Yuntao slapped his forehead.
Fine, the whole village was full of pieces of work!
"Heh, I thought you were so strong."
"Turns out you're just trash with level-one Soul Power!"
Tang San glanced at Xiao Yan and said, "Confidence is a good thing, but reality is often cruel."
Xiao Yan said calmly, "It's still better than being low to the bone and ashamed of your own Martial Soul, like certain people!"
"Who are you calling ashamed!?" Tang San suddenly sprang forward.
Xiao Yan refused to back down. "Xiao Cao called her own Blue Silver Grass a Trash Martial Soul, but you're the one who got worked up. If you're not ashamed, who is!?"
"Heh, you latecomer, you really do have a silver tongue!"
Unable to get the better of Xiao Yan in the argument, Tang San brought up his lateness.
Xiao Cao stepped forward and pointed at Tang San. "You were the one who was late in the first place!"
Tang San curled his lip.
Xiao Yan sneered.
"When the village chief and Deacon Su talked about Blue Silver Grass, you didn't dare talk back."
"But when Xiao Cao called it a Trash Martial Soul, you dared to come out and bite!?"
Tang San's eyes went cold. Then he turned and walked away. "I won't hold it against you."
I, Tang San, have lived two lives. Why would I bother holding it against a brat like you?
Besides, you've already got yourselves a way to die!
Xiao Yan watched Tang San's retreating back and shook his head.
Then he stared at the ring on his hand and muttered, "Damn you. How come you're still on my hand even after I've changed worlds!?"
"If you weren't a keepsake my mother left me, I'd really want to throw you away!"
Xiao Yan took Xiao Cao home.
He returned alone to the dilapidated house where he lived, a desolate look appearing in his eyes for the first time.
"To think that I, Xiao Yan of the Xiao Clan in Wutan City, had barely cultivated Dou Qi for two days before it suddenly vanished, leaving me to endure endless ridicule and scorn."
"Worst of all, that Nalan Yanran even broke off our engagement!"
"Before I could even roar, 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river,' I ended up in another world."
"After coming to the Douluo Continent, my Soul Power also inexplicably dropped to level one."
Xiao Yan glanced at the ring on his hand and gripped it tightly. "You're the only one still by my side."
End of chapter!
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