Douluo Continent: Awakening Martial Soul(part 1)
Three days passed quickly, Tang San would still go to the top of the mountain every morning to do his routine homework, and after returning home, apart from cooking, he would do forging. It can be regarded as a competition with that piece of pig iron. The beating speed is increasing every day. Xuan Tian Kung helped him quickly recover his physical strength, and he was able to maintain this continuous forging process.
"Little San, Grandpa is here to pick you up." Old Jack came to the blacksmith shop on time, perhaps because he was bored with Tang Hao, this time he didn't even go in, just called Tang San outside.
Tang San glanced at his father who just had breakfast beside him. Tang Hao said coldly: "Go. Don't delay cooking at noon."
Tang San walked out of the blacksmith shop as he agreed, following Old Jack's lead to the Spirit Hall located in the center of the village. The Spirit Hall, although just a larger wooden house, served as the place for martial spirit awakenings in the village.
On the continent of Douluo, every individual possesses a martial soul, so it is common to have Spirit Halls in various locations. However, the classification and levels may differ. In Holy Soul Village this year, eight children were undergoing martial spirit awakenings, and Tang San was the last one to arrive, guided by Old Jack.
The village children didn't pay much attention to Tang San. It was a common sentiment among the common people, not just confined to the nobles' bias against the poor. Furthermore, Tang San, being a person from two generations, had already surpassed the age of childhood. Consequently, he preferred to devote his time to cultivation rather than socializing with these children. He lacked childhood playmates and found solace in his pursuit of strength.
Alongside the village chief Jack and the eight children, there was a young man present at the Spirit Hall. He appeared to be in his twenties, with sharp eyebrows and captivating starry eyes. His handsome face was accentuated by his attire—a white outfit with a black cloak draped over his back. The center of his chest bore a fist-sized emblem with the word "hun" engraved on it, indicating his affiliation with Wuhundian.
Adorning his left chest was a badge featuring three intertwined long swords. Those well-versed in soul masters knew that three swords symbolized the third-class title of a Great Soul Master, while the presence of the long sword indicated that the young man, as a deacon from the Hall of Spirits, possessed the battle spirit division.
"Hello, esteemed Master of Battle Soul. I greatly appreciate your assistance this time," Old Jack respectfully saluted the young man.
The young man's eyebrows arched with a hint of pride, and he nodded slightly in a neutral manner as a reciprocation of courtesy. "I have limited time, so let's begin now," he stated.
Old Jack replied, "Very well. Children, this is a battle spirit master from Notting City. He will guide you in awakening your own martial spirits. You must cooperate with him to unlock your martial spirits. Grandpa is hopeful that some of you may become soul masters."
Impatiently, the young man interjected, "Alright, you said the same thing last year. Is it really that easy to become a soul master? I've traveled through six villages, and none of them possessed soul power. There weren't any suitable martial spirits either."
A tinge of sadness flickered in Old Jack's eyes as he sighed and said, "Yes, it's true. It's much easier for those who inherit the major sects to become soul masters. For us ordinary people, it's incredibly challenging." Shaking his head, he walked into the Wuhundian, bidding farewell to the children.
As Tang San stood among the children, his eyes fell upon the renowned Brother Tao. A wave of emotions swept over him, in accordance with the theory of Martial Souls. According to Brother Tao, if someone had a terrible martial soul, then they were destined for greatness—yes, greatness in becoming the ultimate underdog!
Tang San couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He thought, "Well, if having a lousy martial soul means I'm on the fast track to becoming a god, then count me in! I'll show them all what it means to defy expectations!"
With newfound determination and a mischievous grin, Tang San prepared himself for the awakening ceremony.
The young man's gaze landed on the group of eight children before him. As the inspection deacon of the Wuhun Temple, it had become second nature for him to assist ordinary folks in awakening their martial souls. With a gentle demeanor, he instructed, "Children, line up in a row." He adopted a much kinder approach when dealing with these youngsters.
The eight children obediently positioned themselves in front of the young man, with Tang San standing at the far left. Compared to his peers, his physique seemed rather slender.
A smile graced the young man's face as he introduced himself, "I'm Su Yuntao, a twenty-sixth-level soul master, and I'll be your guide. Now, I'll awaken each of your martial souls one by one. Remember, no matter what happens, don't be afraid."
As he spoke, Su Yuntao reached into his bag on the nearby table and pulled out two items—an assortment of six black, round stones, and a dazzling, shiny blue crystal ball.
Su Yuntao carefully arranged the six black stones in a hexagonal pattern on the ground, then gestured for the first child on the right to step inside.
"Don't be scared, just close your eyes and concentrate," Su Yuntao reassured them. As he spoke, a spark of excitement flickered in his eyes. And to the horror of the children, he whispered, "Lone wolf, possess!"
A faint blue light emerged from the center of his forehead, tracing along his brow and upward into his hair bun.