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Thunder and lightning tangled in the sky, merging into a hammer dripping with bloodlust and slaughter.
A chrysanthemum gleamed with golden radiance, countless petals swirling around it as it stood proudly in the wind.
A shadow cloaked in eerie black mist exuded a chilling, ghostly aura.
An angel with six wings unfurled behind its back shone with sacred brilliance.
A terrifying collision erupted.
Blood spattered.
Every scene was dyed crimson.
Su Wen opened his eyes.
"Three years… I'm already five years old."
After crossing into this world, Su Wen had once enjoyed a peaceful and loving family—but a great battle destroyed everything.
"You could've fled, could've chased and killed your enemies, but why drag my village into it? Why drag my parents into it?" His gaze was cold.
He closed his eyes, suppressing the fury in his chest. When he opened them again, they burned with determination.
He got off the bed and dressed himself.
"Grandpa, I'm going out to play."
After letting the village chief who'd adopted him know, Su Wen jogged outside.
He stopped by a small river, glanced around, and seeing no other children, began warming up.
"Twenty push-ups, thirty squats, fifty high knees!"
A real warm-up.
Soon his body was burning with heat.
A current surged inside him, awakening every cell as if from deep slumber, stirring his blood and energy.
Su Wen shifted through a series of strange poses, and under each one, the internal heat flowed slowly through his body.
"I will have my revenge!"
"To take revenge, strength is essential!"
"I don't have a powerful martial soul bloodline or the backing of any force. The only one I can rely on is myself!"
To awaken his martial soul and become a Soul Master, Su Wen could only create the best conditions for himself.
"I don't have Xuan Tian Gong, can't cultivate internal force, and can't use inner strength to compensate for lacking innate soul power."
Fortunately, upon crossing over, he hadn't come empty-handed.
"With my exceptional perception of my own body, I may not have an inner cultivation method, but I can train externally."
He could faintly sense his still-unformed martial soul.
Perhaps because his martial soul had not yet taken shape, and due to his innate talent for heightened perception, he could also sense the faint, sealed innate soul power deep within his body—just like his martial soul.
But he couldn't mobilize it.
"I don't dare overwork my body, don't dare push too hard, but even this limited external training has an effect."
With his heightened perception, Su Wen gradually traced and guided the internal heat through his body. By sensing the subtle changes in his innate soul power, he pieced together his current set of movements.
"These are all the movements I've found so far that help boost innate soul power."
Strictly speaking, it wasn't the movements themselves that mattered, but how they guided the heat to nourish his body.
A martial soul ultimately originates from the body. As the body is nourished and strengthened, the martial soul naturally benefits.
Especially now, when his martial soul is not yet fully formed.
"Continue!"
"Work hard!"
Seasons turned—spring passed, autumn came—and a year slipped by.
"Xiaowen, wake up. Today's the day you awaken your martial soul," a gentle voice called him from sleep.
"Mm, okay." Responding softly, Su Wen quickly dressed and followed the village chief, Old Jerry, outside.
Martial Soul Awakening!
This was one of the most exciting ceremonies on the Douluo Continent.
Because, in that moment, you discovered whether you were a dragon or an insect.
"My innate soul power definitely exists. I just don't know how much… and what my martial soul will be."
Since it hadn't awakened yet, Su Wen had only vaguely sensed its presence and could not tell its form.
"Xiaowen, when it's time to awaken your martial soul, listen to the Deacon's instructions. You've been smart since you were little—you'll definitely awaken soul power," Old Jerry said, ruffling Su Wen's hair with a smile.
"Mm, Grandpa Jerry, I'll definitely awaken soul power. I want to become a Soul Master. I want to stand at the peak of the continent!"
I want the strongest power in this world!
Weakness is the original sin.
Su Wen refused to be an ant crushed to death by someone's stray battle ever again.
He had experienced it once already—there would never be a second time.
That feeling had been far too powerless.
He followed Old Jerry to the Martial Soul Hall at the village center—a slightly larger wooden house.
"Honored Battle Soul Master, we trouble you," Old Jerry said respectfully to a proud-looking young man, bowing deeply.
Su Yuntao nodded lightly, offering a slight bow in return. "Since everyone is here, let's begin."
The fifteen children gathered for martial soul awakening obediently followed the Martial Soul Hall deacon into the wooden hut.
As faint golden light shimmered, each child, under Su Yuntao's guidance, completed their awakening.
"Blue Silver Grass? Useless martial soul!"
"As expected, no soul power."
"A sickle? Test the soul power."
"Too bad, no soul power."
"A stick? You test too."
"Huh! Half a level of soul power—not bad. At least you can cultivate."
"It's my turn," Su Wen thought.
He stepped into a hexagon formed by six black stones and closed his eyes to feel the change within.
As the pale-golden light poured into his body, he clearly felt the barrier between himself and his martial soul disappear.
Su Yuntao looked at Su Wen, his eyes holding a trace of expectation.
The glow radiating from Su Wen was clearly different—several times denser than that half-level soul power chubby kid earlier.
A dusty gray book appeared above Su Wen's right hand, floating quietly.
"Hmm? A book martial soul? Useless martial soul."
Though he thought little of it, Su Yuntao still handed over the soul power testing crystal ball.
"What? Level five soul power?"
Su Yuntao was shocked that such an ordinary book martial soul could possess level five innate soul power!
"My Lone Wolf only had level two innate soul power."
Level five?
Su Wen felt neither joy nor sorrow.
He had known he possessed soul power.
As for his martial soul being a book, he had somewhat expected it.
"My father's martial soul was also a book…"
In any case, he could accept it.
"Kid, since you have level five innate soul power, don't waste your talent. I don't know what a book martial soul can do, but Soul Masters aren't all battle types," Su Yuntao said, stepping forward to pat Su Wen on the shoulder with a smile.
"Mm. Thank you, Master." Receiving Su Yuntao's affirmation, Su Wen was genuinely grateful.
"Old Jerry, your Crescent Village kids did well this time—two awakened soul power."
"Two?" Old Jerry's eyes widened, joy practically spilling out of him.
"Yeah. One has half a level of soul power, and the other has level five," Su Yuntao said, pointing to the chubby boy and Su Wen. "Here's the certificate from the Martial Soul Hall."
(End of Chapter)