"Blue Silver Grass… a useless martial soul."
Inside the awakening hall stood a young man in his twenties. He had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a handsome appearance. He wore a white outfit with a black cloak draped behind him, and on his chest was a fist-sized emblem symbolizing a Soul Master.
He looked at the wheat-skinned little boy in front of him with slight disappointment and said softly,
"Next."
"Uncle, you haven't tested my soul power yet!" the boy protested.
"There's no need," the young man replied calmly. "In all my years, I've never seen anyone with Blue Silver Grass who possessed innate soul power."
"Uncle, please test it. It won't take long."
"…Alright. Let's test it."
Among the children stood another boy quietly observing everything.
His name was Ye Feng.
He had black hair, black eyes, and patched-up clothes. His wheat-colored skin and deep, calm gaze made him seem far more mature than his age.
Today, he had come to awaken his martial soul.
Su Yuntao sighed as he looked at Ye Feng.
"Your situation is special. It's rare to see someone born with full innate soul power. What a pity… Even if your martial soul is a farm tool, it would still be stronger than Blue Silver Grass. What a pity…"
He shook his head and called out,
"Next!"
Tang San stepped aside reluctantly, still filled with doubts—especially about spirit rings. Ye Feng stepped forward into the formation.
Golden soul power flowed into his body. It felt warm and comfortable. Then suddenly—
It was as if some invisible shackle inside him shattered.
"Ding dong!"
A mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
"The system has detected that the host is awakening a martial soul. Conditions met. The system is activating and binding to the host."
"Binding progress: 10%."
"Binding progress: 20%."
"Binding progress: 30%."
A translucent progress bar appeared in Ye Feng's mind.
"System?!"
His heart trembled.
"I finally have my golden finger…"
Six years. He had waited six whole years since transmigrating into this world.
"System, do you know how I've survived these six years?"
"Binding progress: 100%."
"Binding complete. It is now time to awaken the martial soul."
Ye Feng glanced at Tang San, who was still quietly thinking.
Tang San has twin martial souls… The true son of destiny.
Ye Feng couldn't help but feel a trace of envy.
"Ding!"
"The system has detected that the host is envious of Tang San's twin martial souls.
The system expresses dissatisfaction and will assist the host in awakening three martial souls."
"What?! Three martial souls?!" Ye Feng's eyes widened.
"Affirmative, host."
"Are you joking? No one in history has possessed three martial souls!"
"The system does not make jokes. Please choose your first martial soul."
A selection interface appeared in his mind.
"Dinghai Divine Needle… Sun Shooting Bow… Xuanyuan Sword…"
"The first martial soul—I choose the Xuanyuan Sword!"
"Are you certain?"
"Certain."
"In Chinese legend, the sword is king among weapons," Ye Feng thought confidently.
"Congratulations. You have obtained your first martial soul: Xuanyuan Sword. Please select your second martial soul."
A new interface appeared.
"Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda… Blue Silver Emperor… Nine Heart Begonia… Ice Scepter…"
Ye Feng paused.
"System, explain Nine Heart Begonia."
"Nine Heart Begonia is a mutated form of Nine Heart Haitang. Its rank is comparable to the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda and the Blue Silver Emperor. It is no longer limited to healing and possesses vast potential."
Ye Feng's eyes lit up.
"As a transmigrator, I know martial souls can mutate in good or bad directions. Since its rank matches top-tier spirits, this mutation must be positive."
"I choose Nine Heart Begonia."
"Confirmed."
"Congratulations. You have obtained your second martial soul: Nine Heart Begonia. Please select your third martial soul."
The third interface appeared.
"Golden Eye… Heavenly Eye… Hell's Eye… Undead Eye…"
All eye-type martial souls.
Ye Feng quickly understood.
The first martial soul was attack-type.
The second was auxiliary-type.
The third must be spirit-type.
The system was clearly shaping him into a one-man army.
"With enough strength alone, one can defeat ten thousand."
"Choose the Eye of Hell!" Ye Feng said decisively.
"Are you certain?"
"…I don't know much about these, so I'll just choose the coolest one. Eye of Hell it is."
"Congratulations. You have obtained your third martial soul: Eye of Hell."
Warm energy surged into his eyes. A strange heat flowed through them, and his hands trembled slightly.
Outside—
"Hey! Are you deaf? I told you to stretch out your right hand!"
Su Yuntao's voice rang in his ears.
Ye Feng slowly extended his right hand.
A crystal-clear flower appeared in his palm. Though colorless, it was elegant and graceful—like a flawless piece of jade.
Su Yuntao sighed.
"Pear Blossom. Colorless. Useless martial soul."
He shook his head.
"It seems my trip to Shenghun Village was wasted again. Let's go."
Ye Feng smiled faintly.
They only saw the surface.
They had no idea what truly lay hidden within him.
"Uncle," Ye Feng said calmly, "you haven't tested my soul power yet."