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Sun Moon Empire.

Sea Tide Village.

This was a village close to the coastline. Under the sunlight, the golden beach looked even more dazzling, while tiny transparent crystals glimmered like something out of a fairyland.

Azure seawater constantly washed over the shore, toppling a few crabs raising their great claws. The salty, damp sea breeze made people drowsy.

On the beach, a sturdy, dark-skinned child of eight or nine was "pretending" to be an adult. He lounged comfortably in a rattan chair, wearing sunglasses and enjoying the sun, occasionally turning over.

This was Qin Fang.

In the distance, a chubby child came running, drenched in sweat. His childish voice carried a trace of urgency. "Brother Qin Fang? Today is Martial Soul Awakening day. The village chief told us to go over."

Only then did Qin Fang slowly remove his sunglasses and get out of the rattan chair. After stretching lazily, he followed Little Fatty toward the village.

Most of the buildings in the village were built from blue-gray cobblestones, accented by flourishing coconut trees. Household Soul Tools for communication, video calls, and the like could be found in nearly every home. It was very modern.

If not for Martial Soul Awakening today, Qin Fang truly would not have believed he had transmigrated. He would have thought this was some small island in the West.

Qin Fang's parents had both died. He had basically grown up eating meals provided by the families of Sea Tide Village. The villagers generally described him as steady and mature beyond his years, though his behavior was somewhat odd. He liked running around the village and sunbathing whenever he was bored.

At the center of the village was a large cobblestone-paved clearing. Seven children of the proper age were already standing there waiting, their expressions inevitably a little nervous.

Little Fatty, panting heavily, returned to the line, eagerly awaiting Martial Soul Awakening.

Every one of these children had dark skin, like little mudfish, and broad bones. Although they were only six years old, they looked about as old as eight- or nine-year-olds from Blue Star.

Qin Fang looked around and saw the Old Village Chief glaring reproachfully at him. He hurriedly scratched his head, not daring to meet the chief's eyes. Over the years, the Old Village Chief had treated him very well.

Just yesterday, the Old Village Chief had specifically reminded him not to forget today's Martial Soul Awakening. Who would have thought that he would forget the moment he turned around?

Around the clearing, the eyes of many parents shone with earnest anticipation.

At the center of the clearing stood a Soul Master in white robes, no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. With a warm smile, he said, "I am a first-year student from Sun Moon Royal Empire Academy, here to conduct your Martial Soul Awakening. Please cooperate, children."

The Old Village Chief had specially gone outside the village to invite this Soul Master.

"First, Huang Fei."

The chubby child who had gone to call Qin Fang trembled. He kept muttering, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." After taking a deep breath, he finally stepped forward.

"Don't be nervous. Give me your hand."

The white-robed Soul Master guided him step by step.

Before long, a cluster of jet-black pebbles appeared in Huang Fei's right hand. They did not seem particularly extraordinary. Then came the Soul Power test.

"Huang Fei, Innate Level Three Soul Power. You can become a Soul Master."

Huang Fei was incredibly excited. He had the potential to become a Soul Master.

The white-robed Soul Master was happy for him as well and told him, "A Soul Master's Talent does not determine everything. Soul Engineers can rise to prominence too."

Huang Fei nodded heavily.

"Second, Meng Fan."

"Martial Soul: Crab. Soul Power: Level Five."

"Third..."

Qin Fang was the last one.

The white-robed Soul Master was somewhat tired, but he still guided Qin Fang.

Before long, a white, crystalline skeleton condensed in Qin Fang's right hand. Dense Black Qi coiled around its body, while purple flames flickered within its hollow eye sockets. It looked incredibly sinister.

Qin Fang was stunned as well. Was he starting out as an Evil Soul Master?

A glint flashed in the white-robed Soul Master's eyes. He immediately seized Qin Fang's hand, as though afraid someone else might see.

However, the Old Village Chief's expression had already become complicated.

The moment Qin Fang gripped the Soul Power crystal ball, an intense white light burst forth. The white-robed Soul Master was shocked again. "Innate... Innate Full Soul Power?"

Qin Fang subconsciously glanced at his left hand. A trace of pure light faintly flickered there, but he suppressed it.

Pretending to remain calm, the white-robed Soul Master said, "Martial Soul Awakening is complete. Village Chief, I'll take my leave now."

After the white-robed Soul Master departed, the Old Village Chief looked at Qin Fang with deep concern. Only after all the villagers had left did he sternly say, "Qin Fang, I forbid you from cultivating. I don't want you to become some inhuman, ghostly monster in the future."

It seemed the Old Village Chief knew about Evil Soul Masters too.

Qin Fang had just been about to agree. After all, he had always been easygoing.

In his previous life, he had suffered from a terminal illness and spent three full years lying in a hospital bed with tubes stuck into him before he died.

Given a second life, he only wanted to live peacefully, properly enjoy the world, and embrace it.

The next second, a strand of black wind swept over him. A terrifying aura flowed through the air, accompanied by sounds like the painful whimpers of an infant. Qin Fang vanished before the Old Village Chief's eyes.

The Old Village Chief immediately collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his aged face.

In a forest a hundred li from Sea Tide Village.

Qin Fang was dizzy and vomiting. When he raised his head, he saw the white-robed Soul Master again.

The white-robed Soul Master looked at Qin Fang as though he were a priceless treasure and said excitedly, "I never expected that I would discover such an unpolished gem by chance. Little one, from today onward, you are the Saint Son of the Holy Spirit Cult."

Qin Fang frowned. "You are?"

The white-robed Soul Master stopped pretending. He removed his human-skin mask, revealing his true face: short silver hair, star-like brows, bright eyes, a straight nose, and square lips. He was exceptionally handsome, with deep violet eyes. In a voice brimming with heroic grandeur, he declared, "I am Zhong Liwu of the Holy Spirit Cult."

Qin Fang was stunned. The so-called "Death God" of the Holy Spirit Cult, a Rank Ninety-Eight Assault System Super Douluo? Uh, this start was a little surreal.

Zhong Liwu said, "Kid, your name is Qin Fang, right? Show me your Martial Soul again."

Qin Fang closed his eyes. With a thought, the crystalline skeleton condensed once more. Sinister purple light flickered as black currents spread out. It landed on the ground, transformed to roughly Qin Fang's height, and radiated strength no weaker than that of a Soul Master.

Zhong Liwu squeezed it, becoming even more astonished. The quality of this skeleton was no weaker than his Death God Demon Puppet. This Black Qi... was it Undead Aura? It was certainly a rare attribute.

Strands of Undead Aura in the forest slowly flowed into the skeleton's Black Qi, making it stronger.

"Qin Fang, from today onward, call me Teacher. I will raise you to become the next master of the Holy Spirit Cult."

Zhong Liwu was too excited. Over the years, he had taken in quite a few disciples, but their Talent had all been too poor. It was difficult for them even to reach his level, much less surpass him.

Yet on Qin Fang, he saw hope.

Qin Fang accepted his fate and called out, "Teacher."

Zhong Liwu laughed heartily. "Good, good, good! Teacher will take you to add your First Soul Ring right away."

After thinking for a moment, Zhong Liwu muttered to himself, "Undead Attribute? It seems we can only try our luck in the Star Dou Great Forest."

As he spoke, Zhong Liwu tucked Qin Fang under his arm. Special Soul Tool wings with a metallic sheen unfolded behind him. Nearly five meters across and forged from rare metals, they carried him soaring into the sky.

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