Chapter 1: The Seven Killing Swords and Innate Full Soul Power.
This is Douluo Continent, a world without Dou Qi or magic, only a multitude of wondrous Martial Spirits. However, cultivating Martial Spirits requires a specific awakening ceremony.
Since the fall of the Martial Spirit Empire ten thousand years ago, the power of Martial Spirit Awakening ceremonies has shifted to the nobles, sects, and academies of the surviving empire. Participating in the Martial Spirit Awakening ceremony requires a certain price, such as gold soul coins...
Gu Yuncheng, the Song Mansion.
In a small city in the Heavenly Soul Empire, the Song Mansion, possessing the power of a Soul Sage, is undoubtedly the dominant force. Therefore, the power to conduct Martial Spirit Awakening ceremonies for the common people falls to them.
It was midday, and the scorching sun made the housekeeper at the Song Mansion's gate too lazy to open his eyes. As a weeping child emerged from the mansion, a weary voice, devoid of any pity, called out, "Next, ten gold soul coins."
"Dong, dong, dong."
The sound of a cigarette pipe clattered as the child, whose turn it was, hurriedly pulled out ten gold soul coins and placed them in the box. A multitude of emotions—anticipation, hesitation, nervousness—passed continuously on the child's face. Then, under the impatient gaze of the butler, he trotted into the mansion.
But in less than a minute...
"Martial Soul Scythe, innate lack of soul power."
A voice echoed from within the Song residence, deciding the child's fate. This caused a flurry of activity among the children still waiting in line. As of now, only one person possessed innate third-level soul power, qualifying for the title of Soul Master.
At the entrance to the Song residence, the butler's expression was predictable. After all, awakening soul power was incredibly difficult for ordinary people. In his view, the average person offering ten gold soul coins to awaken a martial soul was a futile effort.
Ignoring the clamor from the queue, the butler continued his work. His pipe tapped against the wooden box. "Next."
Seeing his turn approaching, a handsome, white-haired young man in linen clothes tightened the cloth bag in his hands. Facing the impending martial soul awakening ceremony, his heart surged like waves, unable to calm down.
Six years have passed since he was hit by a truck and reborn into the Peerless Tang Sect era. In this world, he was originally an orphan outside Shanyang Village. He was found by the villagers and raised by them. He was given a given name, "Jun Ting."
Now, having reached the age required for his spirit awakening, the entire village, without interrupting their own lives, pooled ten gold soul coins to allow him to travel alone to the Song Mansion in Gu Yuncheng for the spirit awakening ceremony.
In Shanyang Village, and indeed in most villages, the villagers held the view that their child's spirit would be like their ancestors'—a useless spirit with no spirit power. So, why waste ten gold soul coins to awaken a spirit that could never become a spirit master? After all, one gold soul coin is enough for an average family to live on for a month. Ten gold soul coins, for them, is a huge sum!
Since Jun Ting wasn't born and raised in their village, the villagers thought he might have a chance to become a spirit master.
So, if he could help, he would.
Facing the villagers' expectations, Jun Ting pondered. What would his own spirit be?
"Woo woo woo..."
A series of sobs filled his ears. Jun Ting looked up and saw the girl who had just been in line ahead of him running out of the mansion. Clearly, another child who couldn't become a spirit master.
But right now, he had no time to worry about others.
"Next."
Hearing the voice, Jun Ting, already prepared, hurried forward and placed the cloth bag into the wooden box. Then, following the butler's instructions, he headed into the mansion.
Soon, he stopped at the first door.
"Come in."
Four spirit rings—one white, two yellow, and one purple—first came into view, followed by a spirit master possessed by a spirit.
And judging by the "King" character between his eyebrows, it was clear that this spirit master's spirit was a tiger, and his strength was undoubtedly formidable.
Surprisingly, a member of the Beast Spirit Clan had awakened his spirit!
Jun Ting looked at the situation inside the door and thought to himself,
"Hurry up, don't just stand there dawdling."
Perhaps because of the hot weather and the large number of children participating in the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony, the Soul Master presiding over the ceremony was clearly feeling a bit irritated.
Upon hearing this, Jun Ting didn't dare delay.
"Yes."
As he quickly entered the room and stood within the hexagram formed by six black stones, the soul master took his first, true notice of this seemingly calm child.
Not only was his hair white, but he also possessed a certain ethereal aura.
"Come, extend your right hand."
With these words, no longer harsh, six streams of soul power flowed into the six black stones. A faint golden light shone, and a warm, gentle current surged through Jun Ting's body.
Was this soul power?
At that moment, he felt a different person.
He subconsciously followed the path of the warm energy, which finally came to rest at his right hand.
The soul master who had awakened Jun Ting's martial soul also had a glint of surprise in his eyes. Based on years of awakening experience, he had a vague sense that a very powerful martial soul was about to emerge.
"Buzz!"
Before the sword's whirring had even subsided, the soul master presiding over the martial soul awakening ceremony's pupils suddenly shrank! The feeling he felt at that moment was intense, a vast, murderous aura enveloping him.
Although he couldn't do anything to him, it still frightened him.
In Jun Ting's right hand, a longsword, gleaming in a brilliant blue, resembling a crystal sculpture, hovered. Clearly, the murderous aura had emanated from this very sword.
"Why does this Martial Spirit look so familiar?"
The sight of this extraordinary longsword caused the Soul Master to search his mind. Perhaps in his anxiety, he couldn't immediately recall the name of this sword Martial Spirit.
But when he wasn't paying attention, Jun Ting stared intently at his own Martial Spirit, a look of surprise in his eyes.
This sword looks like the Seven Killing Sword!
If his Martial Spirit was truly the supreme offensive weapon spirit of ten thousand years ago, then his future well!
Let's set a small goal for now: Level 97 Super Douluo.
"Forget it. Although I can't recall the name of your Martial Spirit, I guarantee it's powerful."
Half a minute later, the Soul Master, unable to recall the Martial Spirit, glanced discreetly at the screen behind him, interrupting Jun Ting's immersion in his own Martial Spirit.
"Come on, use your mind to retract your martial soul, and then test your innate soul power. Judging from the level of your martial soul, as long as your innate soul power is not bad, then becoming a Soul Douluo may not be a dream."
While teaching Jun Ting how to retract his martial soul, he handed the blue crystal ball to him.
As soon as his palm touched it, Jun Ting felt a strong suction force, causing the energy in his body to surge. Dazzling blue light also spread from then on. Almost in the blink of an eye, the crystal ball was shining like a bright gem.
"Full innate soul power!"
The Soul Master's eyes widened, but he did not realize that his tone had changed drastically compared to before.
(End of this chapter)