1. Chapter 2: Wasted Martial Soul and Innate Full Soul Power (Part 3)_1

For some reason, the child, who had been crying earlier, immediately calmed down as soon as the pale golden light enveloped him, standing there somewhat dazed.

Golden specks of light floated out from the black stones on the ground and entered the boy's body.

The boy's body began to tremble slightly, trying to cry out, but no sound emerged.

"Extend your right hand," said Su Yuntao, his pale green eyes staring at the boy, commanding authoritatively.

The boy extended his right hand subconsciously, and at once, all the specks of light surged out, and in an instant, a sickle appeared in his palm.

It seemed that the sickle was not an illusion of light and shadow but a tangible entity.

Su Yuntao frowned slightly, "It's a Tool Soul. Can a sickle be used as a weapon? It should suffice."

The golden glow gradually receded, and the boy looked at the small sickle in his hand with a mixture of surprise and helplessness.

Su Yuntao said, "Your Martial Soul is a sickle, a Tool Soul. Come, let me test if you have Soul Power. If you do, even with a Tool Soul, you can still cultivate as a Battle Soul Master. After all, a sickle does have a certain attack power."

"Master, what should I do?" the boy asked timidly.

"Use your will to retract your Martial Soul. In the future, when you want to use it again, call it forth with your will," Su Yuntao said indifferently.

It took the boy a good while to retract the sickle in his hand. Su Yuntao then handed him a Blue Crystal ball, gesturing for him to place his right hand on it.

The boy's youthful hand and Su Yuntao's wolf-claw made a striking contrast on their respective positions above and below the crystal ball.

Moments later, Su Yuntao said with some disappointment, "No Soul Power. You can't become a Soul Master. Go to the side for now."

The same scene played out repeatedly as five more children had their Martial Souls awakened, all of which were farming tools like hoes and sickles, with not a single Beast Soul appearing. As for Soul Power, Su Yuntao declared them all 'without' as well.

It was then the turn of the seventh child, who was the last one before Tang San.

Using the ceremony continuously, Su Yuntao appeared somewhat fatigued, but he was still prepared to complete the awakening process for all eight children.

Golden specks of light gathered, and this time, finally, it was no longer a farming tool that appeared, but something different. A pale blue blade of grass appeared in the girl's palm, swaying gently.

Tang San vaguely felt that he had seen this blue grass before. Soon, he remembered that this grass was called blue-silver grass, which was as common in the village as the grass in his original world, with no uses other than its robust vitality. It was only because of the pale golden barrier of light around the girl that he didn't recognize it at a glance.

Even though it wasn't a farming tool, Su Yuntao's disappointment was even more evident, "It's a wasted Martial Soul. No attack power, no defensive power, no Auxiliary ability. Blue-silver grass is basically the standard form of a wasted Martial Soul." As he spoke, he followed the procedure and handed the Blue Crystal ball to the girl. As he had expected, there was no appearance of Soul Power.

Finally, it was Tang San's turn. Without waiting for Su Yuntao to say anything, he had already stepped forward into the center of the six black stones.

As Su Yuntao poured his six streams of Soul Power in, the pale golden light shone brightly again.

Warmth was the first sensation Tang San felt, as if his entire being was enveloped in a warm world, indescribably comfortable. No wonder the emotions of the previous children stabilized upon being wrapped in this golden light.

As warmth seeped into his body, Tang San clearly felt his Mysterious Heaven Method Inner Strength beginning to fluctuate slightly. Then, under the pull of that warm energy, something inside him seemed to have shattered, causing all warmth to surge towards his palm in an instant.

Su Yuntao's eyes suddenly brightened because, within that golden barrier of light, the appearance of golden specks this time outnumbered all the other children combined. He vaguely sensed that a considerably powerful Martial Soul was about to emerge, his excitement showed on his face.

For deacons like him, responsible for awakening ordinary people's Martial Souls, if they could awaken a child with extraordinary potential and then recruit him into the Martial Soul Hall, it would bring considerable benefits in their reviews and greatly aid in promotion.

However, Su Yuntao was soon disappointed again.

Without thinking, Tang San raised his right hand, and he saw blue. Such blue had already appeared for the second time today in this village's Martial Soul Hall.

Blue-silver grass, identical to the one that the previous girl had, the standard existence of a wasted Martial Soul.

Su Yuntao said helplessly, "Another wasted Martial Soul, it seems that this visit to Holy Soul Village has been a waste of time. Alright, children, you may leave now." The previous abundance of golden specks had brought him great hope, but it turned out to be just blue-silver grass, and the disappointment left Su Yuntao feeling somewhat irked.

"Uncle, you haven't tested my Soul Power yet," Tang San said, noticing that Su Yuntao was about to put away the Blue Crystal ball and quickly reminding him.

Su Yuntao didn't turn his head and replied, "No need to test. I've never seen Soul Power appear in anyone with a wasted Martial Soul like blue-silver grass."

"Let me have a try, Uncle," Tang San insisted. The warmth from the golden light had brought a strange feeling to him when it revolved in his body, and the door that had opened made him feel that his Mysterious Heaven Method had slightly changed. At the same time, he was also eager to know the difference between his Inner Strength and the Martial Souls of this world.

Su Yuntao paused for a moment, then turned around and met Tang San's calm and somewhat resolute gaze. He thought to himself that this child seemed a bit different from the others.