Douluo: Opening Awakening Master Ball

Chapter 2 Martial Soul Awakening, Master Ball?

It was still dark, Tang Hao was still fast asleep, smelling of alcohol all over his body, Tang San went up the mountain to practice in the dark as usual.

Usually the moment of dawn is the best time for him to practice.

But today, he did not continue to practice, but stood silently in the distance.

On the hillock, there was a beautiful mountain scenery in front of me, but there was a figure kneeling in front of the earthbag. There was a wooden sign inserted on the earthbag, but there was no writing on it.

That figure was very familiar to Tang San, it was Ning Yuan.

At this time, Ning Yuan was in ragged clothes and his black hair was as messy as a bird's nest. He was kneeling in front of the grave with his eyes blankly in a daze.

Ning Yuan didn't notice Tang San's arrival. He stayed up all night yesterday and buried Ning Xiang.

For a six-year-old, this is hard to achieve.

However, because Ning Xiang was frail and sick, it was not too serious, but Ning Yuan also spent more than ten hours to finish all this.

Until this moment, Ning Yuan had not recovered from his grief.

Even though he had already experienced this kind of separation between life and death, it would still be a huge blow when he encountered it again.

At this moment, only Ning Xiang's final explanation to him echoed in his mind.

After awakening his martial spirit, he went to the Qibao Glazed Sect to find Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Yuan knew who the Qibao Glazed Sect and Ning Fengzhi were.

Especially the word uncle that Ning Xiang said at the end.

It was not that Ning Yuan had not thought that he was related to the Qibao Glazed Sect based on his last name, but there was no reason why the Ning family would live in poverty in the Holy Soul Village.

But the word "uncle" is tantamount to telling Ning Yuan that he is not only a member of the Ning family, but also has an extraordinary identity.

Ning Fengzhi is his uncle.

In other words, Ning Xiang is Ning Fengzhi's sister.

His mother, the sister of the leader of the Qibao Glazed Sect, was hiding in the remote Holy Soul Village and had no one to rely on, and eventually died of an old injury.

This had to make Ning Yuan think that the Qibao Glazed Sect was ashamed of his mother.

Although Ning Xiang said before her death not to resent Ning Fengzhi.

But he still couldn't help but hate the Qibao Glazed Sect and Ning Fengzhi, and a nameless anger spread in his heart.

With a bang, Ning Yuan's fist hit the ground hard.

"Seven Treasures Glazed Sect!" He gritted his teeth.

This sudden scene made Tang San startled. He took a step back but stepped on a branch, making a sound.

Ning Yuan was startled and turned around.

"Yuan...Brother Yuan." It was the first time Tang San saw Ning Yuan's expression.

In his impression, Ning Yuan has always been a gentle person, and he has never seen him with angry eyes.

"Aunt Ning..." Tang San looked at the bumpkin and hesitated to speak.

Ning Yuan realized it was Tang San, lowered his head to restrain his emotions, and just nodded.

Tang San stepped forward and bowed before the wordless tombstone, then put his hand on Ning Yuan's shoulder and said comfortingly:

"Brother Yuan, my condolences."

"Thank you." Ning Yuan glanced at Tang San and adjusted his emotions.

The two fell into silence again, until it was completely bright and the sound of cockcrows could be heard from the Holy Soul Village at the foot of the mountain in the distance. Ning Yuan stood up and dusted himself off.

"Today is the day to wake up, mistress. I'll go back and take a shower first, and I'll find you later."

After Ning Yuan finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Tang San looked at Ning Yuan's back and was speechless for a moment. He always felt that Ning Yuan suddenly became calm after being furious.

So calm... a little scary.

Two hours later.

Outside the blacksmith shop.

Ning Yuan finished washing, put on clean clothes, ate something casually, and then came to see Tang San.

Just when he was listening to the clanking of iron in the house and was about to call Tang San, someone behind him patted his shoulder.

Ning Yuan turned around and saw an old face with gray hair on his temples.

The person coming was none other than Old Jack, and behind him were seven children of the same age as Ning Yuan, all of whom were going to the Wuhun Hall to awaken their Wuhun today.

Including Tang San and himself, there were nine children in this batch of awakened martial spirits.

"Xiaoyuan, I heard about your mother..." Old Jack showed a sad look on his face, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help."

"It's not your fault, Grandpa Jack." Ning Yuan shook his head.

Old Jack took a deep breath.

"Xiaoyuan, I hope you can awaken a good martial spirit, so that your life will be easier in the future." He said: "If you can be favored by the Spirit Hall, I believe that Ning Xiang will also be happy in the spirit of heaven."

"Thank you." Ning Yuan was noncommittal.

Since he is related to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, there is a high probability that his martial spirit is also the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, and the difference is definitely not bad.

The words of Wuhun Palace...

Ning Yuan thought of the various methods behind Wuhun Palace.

If he hadn't been desperate, he probably wouldn't have joined the Spirit Hall.

After all, the ending of Wuhun Palace is not that good either.

In short, let’s wait until the martial soul awakens before making any plans.

Ning Yuan shook his head to dispel all the thoughts in his head.

Soon, under Old Jack's call, Tang San walked out.

Under the leadership of Old Jack, the group came to the Wuhun Hall in the center of the village, which was actually a larger wooden house.

Wuhundian's footprints can be found everywhere in Douluo Continent, even in remote mountain villages.

Ning Yuan was not surprised by this.

After all, everyone has a martial spirit and everyone needs to awaken.

The group of people quickly entered the wooden house. Although they were all children, it was obvious that the nine people were divided into two groups.

Ning Yuan and Tang San walked at the back, side by side, while the other seven people gathered around Old Jack.

Ning Yuan and Tang San came from poor families, and other children looked down upon them. Furthermore, they were mature beyond their peers, and it was even more impossible for them to play with brats, so naturally they had no contact with each other.

In the Wuhun Branch Hall, there is a young man in his twenties who looks quite handsome. He is dressed in white and has a black cloak behind him. He wears a badge on his chest that belongs to the Wuhun Hall.

Old Jack took a look and saw that there were three long swords intertwined on the badge, which meant that the young man in front of him had a strength of level [-] or above and was a great soul master.

And that long sword represents that the deacon from Wuhun Palace is a battle soul master.

There was a natural pride in the young man. He simply exchanged greetings with Old Jack and then turned to face Ning Yuan and the others.

"My name is Su Yuntao, and I am a level 26 great soul master. I will be responsible for your martial soul awakening today."

Su Yuntao's attitude towards children is much gentler.

"The awakening ceremony is about to begin, but I still want to remind you, no matter what happens next, don't be afraid!"

After that, Su Yuntao took out six stones and a blue crystal ball, and placed a hexagonal formation on the ground.

Then, he drank in a low voice:

"Lone wolf, possessed."

The first child stood up in the formation at Su Yuntao's signal. At first, the children were frightened by his appearance, but they became more honest after being comforted.

One after another, the children awakened their martial arts spirits.

Sickle, hoe, kitchen knife, blue silver grass...

They were all broken martial souls. Su Yuntao couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "They all have no soul power and cannot become a soul master. Do they have to achieve nothing this time?"

Finally, it was Tang San's turn.

Ning Yuan already knew that Tang San's martial spirit was Blue Silver Grass, but this Blue Silver Grass was not the other Blue Silver Grass. In the future, he would become the Blue Silver Emperor, but Su Yuntao didn't know all this.

When he saw Tang San awakening to Bluesilver Grass like the previous girl, there was a look of disappointment in his eyes.

"Lanyincao, another useless martial spirit." Su Yuntao said, "Okay, next one."

Ning Yuan was next, but he didn't move because Tang San was still standing in front.

"Uncle, you haven't tested my soul power yet."

Ning Yuan watched silently, knowing that Tang San was an extremely rare person who was born with full soul power, one in ten thousand.

Sure enough, after testing Tang San's soul power, Su Yuntao's expression changed extremely wonderfully. Ning Yuan could see everything from shock to disappointment.

Shocked that he was born with full soul power, this is a genius that is unique among all.

Disappointed in the martial spirit blue silver grass, this is also a useless martial spirit that is unique in ten thousand.

In Su Yuntao's eyes, even if Tang San awakened as a kitchen knife, his future achievements would far exceed his own, but it was a pity that he was only a blue silver grass.

He waved his hand to tell Tang San to step back, and then Ning Yuan stood in the center of the formation.

"now you."

Su Yuntao finally calmed down and awakened his martial spirit for Ning Yuan.

As he poured the six soul powers into the black stone, golden light engulfed Ning Yuan.

The golden light became more and more intense and became dazzling. Even Su Yuntao, a level 26 great soul master, was so dazzled by this golden light that he felt like he was going blind.

His heart was beating loudly. Such strong golden light was more dazzling than Tang San. What kind of martial spirit could it be?

As the light went up, a purple light rose into the sky.

Ning Yuan, who was in the formation, raised his left hand and saw a strange spherical martial spirit sitting quietly in his palm.

Half of the spherical martial spirit is white and half is purple. It is dotted with two circular red patterns on the left and right sides of the top, and a large M is engraved on the front.

"...?" A question mark slowly appeared on Ning Yuan's forehead.

Why does this thing look familiar...

It seems like... Master Ball?

(End of this chapter)