Douluo: I am the true master

Until the sun was shining brightly, Su Yuntao, covered in dust, finally arrived at the Holy Soul Village.

Also coming with Su Yuntao was Old Jack and a little child brought by Old Jack.

Looking at the child, except Ye Wen, the other children in Holy Soul Village all showed disgust on their faces.

At this age, I wouldn't be so snobbish as to love the rich and the poor, but I would definitely judge people by their appearance.

Tang San during this period really couldn't be said to be good-looking. His little face was dark, and although his whole body was not very dirty, his little face was always as cold as ice, as if everyone owed him money, which made people feel instinctively disgusted.

Although he didn't want to get too involved with Tang San, in order not to leave a bad impression on the other party, so that the other party would have a brain-wrecking attack and cause trouble for him in the future, Ye Wen still gave him a kind smile.

Unfortunately, Tang San didn't appreciate it.

"Oh, hypocritical guy." Tang San said disdainfully in his heart.

In his previous life, Tang San, who was a low-level disciple of the Tang Sect, was naturally dissatisfied with Ye Wen, who lived a better life, was richer than him, and looked better than him. No matter how much Ye Wen tried to please him, he thought it was just hypocrisy.

That’s right, God King Tang hates the rich in this way.

Besides, the entire Shenghun Village is engaged in agricultural trade, and his family is just a blacksmith, so they can't get any benefits at all.

Sometimes even when Old Jack and Ye Wen's family helped his family, he felt that they were humiliating him.

Tang San secretly swore in his heart that it was impossible to feel superior to him!

And this is also the reason why Tang San in the future has never returned to the Holy Spirit Village since his graduation. He, the God King Tang, will never associate with those who despise the poor and love the rich!

While Ye Wen was thinking, Old Jack respectfully walked up to Su Yuntao and saluted, "Respected Deacon, thank you for your help."

Su Yuntao nodded slightly, without any arrogance on his face, but he straightened his chest, and it was obvious that he was quite proud of his identity.

"Leave it to me. Village chief, please wait outside."

Everyone knows the rules of awakening martial souls. In the small martial soul hall of this village, only soul masters and children who are responsible for awakening martial souls can stay here.

"Okay, okay, then I'll trouble you, sir. Thank you for your hard work." Old Jack still nodded and bowed.

Seeing an old man being so servile, Ye Wen felt helpless. No matter whether it was civilized or barbaric, the strong would always be respected.

But Old Jack was indeed a good village chief. Before leaving, he was still worried about the children and kept muttering.

"Children, this is Master Su Yuntao from Notting City. He will guide you to awaken your own martial spirits and start your journey to becoming a soul master. You must be obedient and cooperate with Master Su Yuntao. Grandpa hopes that one of you can become a soul master."

Although it felt good to be praised, Old Jack did affect Su Yuntao's work. Su Yuntao quickly waved his hand at him.

"Okay, okay, old village chief, stop talking so much. You're affecting my work."

Under Su Yuntao's drive, Old Jack left reluctantly.

After calming down a little, Su Yuntao tried to make his tone gentle. Once upon a time, he was also one of them. With the help of the older generation of the Spirit Hall, he awakened his own martial arts spirit. Now he has gloriously inherited the responsibilities of his father. This makes him feel extremely honored. He said while fiddling with the awakening formation.

"Little ones, line up, come one by one, and remember, no matter what happens later, don't be afraid."

After arranging six black stones into a hexagon, Su Yuntao waved to the child at the front of the line.

"Come here, kid, stand here, don't be afraid, close your eyes and feel it carefully."

As the child did as he was told, a ray of green light lit up in Su Yuntao's eyes, and then he completed the martial spirit possession amid the exclamations of the children.

Looking at the shadow of the Husky that flashed by just now, Ye Wen always felt that the scene before his eyes was inexplicably familiar. This sense of incongruity always appeared frequently in Ye Wen's short six years of life, but soon Ye Wen got used to it and ignored it.

Perhaps this is the sense of time and space disconnection that comes from reading the original novel.

Although Su Yuntao had comforted them several times before, many of these real children were still frightened and burst into tears when they were suddenly possessed by the ferocious beast spirit.

However, with Su Yuntao's comforting again, the children present discovered that the uncle in front of them had just become a little hairier and his claws were a little sharper, but he was still the same gentle and handsome uncle as before.

Gradually, the martial soul awakening ceremony continued in an orderly manner.

After a long time, it was finally Ye Wen's turn.

But Ye Wen was somewhat helpless, he still wanted to seize the protagonist position and stand at the end to awaken his martial spirit, but Tang San was even more stubborn than him and stood at the end with a cold face.

Okay~_~, since you are the protagonist, I will let you take the lead.

The children who had awakened before were either sickles or blue silver grass, all of them were useless martial spirits without soul power, so Su Yuntao no longer had any hope for them and just carried out the tasks mechanically.

"Next one, come up."

Ye Wen stood on the magic circle. As Su Yuntao activated the martial soul awakening magic circle on the ground, Ye Wen only felt a stream of soul power constantly seeping into his body from the outside, flowing through his limbs and bones, and then -

Golden light appeared in the sky, and finally gathered into a transparent water ball that appeared on the magic circle.

Su Yuntao, who had been listless, suddenly became energetic and spoke involuntarily.

"Mutated martial spirit!?"

Then Su Yuntao's face lit up with joy. No matter what kind of mutated martial soul it was, as long as it had mutated to some extent, it would have some soul power. It seemed that he could get some results this time.

Ye Wen was also observing his own martial spirit at this time. There was a silver oval core in the transparent water ball. This image.

Ye Wen's expression gradually became strange.

"My martial spirit can't be a slime, right? Where does the slime come from in Douluo Continent?

but"

With the appearance of the martial soul, Ye Wen only felt that the martial soul in front of him was connected to his blood and mind. And there was an incomparable sense of attachment coming from it. At this moment, Ye Wen also felt that the martial soul in front of him was his only one.

Suddenly, Su Yuntao's voice brought Ye Wen back to reality.

"Child, put your hand on the crystal ball and let me measure your soul power."

Ye Wen did as he was told, but the scene that appeared made Su Yuntao's originally excited expression seem a little depressed.

"Alas, he is only half-level Xiantian. He can practice, but that is all he can achieve in his lifetime."

After finishing his words, Su Yuntao realized that such words should not be said in front of children, so he hurriedly comforted her.

"Little guy, don't be discouraged. Mutated martial spirits are usually like this. Yours is a malignant mutation, but it's better to have spirit power than to have no spirit power, right?"