Chapter 1 Martial Soul Awakening, The Grandmaster's Prediction

Douluo calendar year 2634.

Nottingham, province of Fanos.

The Martial Soul Branch Hall is currently extremely busy.

Children who were six years old or older formed a long line.

At the end of the line, Ye Feng looked down at his patched and tattered linen clothes.

This outfit was found in a garbage dump; after countless repairs, its original color is no longer recognizable.

I've been in this world for six years now.

During those six years, due to the instability of the soul fusion, he seemed to be in a daze, like a homeless child with intellectual disabilities.

It wasn't until two days ago, when the memories of coming to the Blue Star world were fully awakened, that I truly came to my senses.

This is a world where bloodlines reign supreme, dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and the sons of rats can only dig holes.

Ye Feng knew very well that if he awakened a hoe or a blue silver grass, his ceiling in this life would be a certain path to survival in Notting City, and then he could hope to improve the genes of the next generation by marrying a soul master.

If his martial soul were even slightly advanced, he would give it his all. Everyone says that Douluo Continent is a low-tier fantasy, but Ye Feng doesn't care. As long as he can become a god and live forever, that's awesome.

"Next up, Ye Feng."

Su Yuntao's slightly hoarse and tired voice came from inside the hall.

As the leader of the Notting City Martial Soul Branch Hall, Su Yuntao had awakened over a hundred children today, but the results left him greatly disappointed.

Apart from a few hoes and sickles, there wasn't even a single child with soul power.

Ye Feng took a deep breath and stepped into the solemn awakening formation.

My palms were sweaty.

He didn't know what his parents' martial souls were in this life, after all, he was an orphan abandoned by the roadside.

This kind of unknown fear is the most tormenting.

"Child, don't be nervous, relax."

Su Yuntao looked at the little boy in front of him, whose skin was sallow and whose hair was messy like a bird's nest, and a trace of pity appeared in his eyes.

With a casual wave of his hand, six jet-black awakening stones floated up, and azure soul power flowed from his fingertips into the array.

hum-

A dull rumble echoed through the empty hall.

Ye Feng felt a warm current rush from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

It was an indescribable feeling of comfort, as if all the bones in my body were being shattered and reassembled at that moment.

Then, a sudden change occurred.

Ye Feng's originally messy black hair quickly faded in front of everyone.

The jet-black color is gone, replaced by an almost transparent silvery-white.

His hair became flowing and smooth, like a silver river hanging down his shoulders.

Not only that, but her sallow and rough skin was also becoming fair and translucent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few seconds, a disheveled little beggar transformed into a white-haired boy with an ethereal air and exquisite features, as delicate as a porcelain doll.

Su Yuntao's eyes widened, and he almost stopped outputting his soul power.

"This...this is a mutation of the body itself?"

He exclaimed in surprise.

At this moment, in the corridor on the second floor.

A middle-aged man of medium build and slightly disheveled appearance was standing with Lord Masno.

This person is none other than Yu Xiaogang, who calls himself a "master".

Upon seeing this scene, Yu Xiaogang's originally calm eyes suddenly flashed with an almost pathological brilliance.

"Masno, go down and check it out!"

Yu Xiaogang disregarded etiquette and rushed towards the stairs.

In the center of the formation, Ye Feng felt a strong suction force behind him.

I subconsciously turned around to look.

A phantom figure quietly materialized.

The figure looked exactly like him, as if his shadow had been forcibly ripped out.

But this shadow was not pitch black; instead, it radiated a holy white glow, appearing both illusory and sacred.

"Shadow Martial Soul?"

Su Yuntao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling slightly.

"Wait, how can a shadow have this attribute? This is a mutation of the original martial soul; it's a shadow with the light attribute!"

Ye Feng felt the power flowing within his body, and a slight thought stirred in his heart.

Light and shadow.

This is his martial spirit.

Like Huo Wu's mutated shadow martial soul, it is a mutated shadow of the main body that has developed innate attributes.

"Alright, child, let's test your soul power."

Su Yuntao couldn't wait to hand the crystal ball to Ye Feng.

His heart was screaming: Nottingham City hasn't produced a decent genius in far too long.

If this child possesses decent soul power, then the prize money is practically guaranteed.

Ye Feng stretched out his fair palm and gently pressed it on the crystal ball.

hum!

The crystal ball was instantly filled to more than half full, and the dazzling light filled the entire hall.

The brightness caused everyone present to squint instinctively.

"Innate soul power... Level seven!"

Su Yuntao cried out, his voice filled with ecstatic joy.

"My God, he's actually at the seventh level of the Innate Realm! This is an absolute once-in-a-century genius in Notting City!"

Just as Su Yuntao was about to say the words of recruitment, a sudden and deep voice came from behind.

"What a pity, it's just a slightly special type of spirit soul; the potential of light and shadow is ultimately limited."

Ye Feng frowned slightly and turned around.

Yu Xiaogang walked slowly towards them with his hands behind his back and a square gait.

His face wore a compassionate expression, as if he had seen through all the truths of the world.

But deep in his eyes, Ye Feng clearly caught a hint of undisguised envy and jealousy.

Could this guy be the legendary farting master Yu Xiaogang?

Why does it specifically appear on the day of the Spirit Hall's awakening?

"Uncle, what do you mean by that?"

Ye Feng did not back down because of the other party's unfathomable appearance. Instead, he asked in a calm tone.

Yu Xiaogang walked up to Ye Feng, looking down at him condescendingly, and said in a stiff tone:

"The seventh level of innate talent is all luck, but your martial soul determines your upper limit."

Shadow Martial Souls inherently lack offensive power, and mutating them into Light attribute makes them even more useless.

Light and shadow are inherently opposites, and this kind of martial spirit is prone to self-destruction after its spirit power level increases.

Without proper guidance, you'll likely never break through to the Soul Emperor realm in your lifetime.

Upon hearing this, Su Yuntao, who was originally overjoyed, was stunned.

The children around them, who had not yet awakened to this, also cast strange glances at them.

The once extraordinary genius seemed to be labeled as a "defective product" in an instant.

Ye Feng looked at Yu Xiaogang's stiff face and snorted coldly in his heart.

We weren't sure who it was before, but now that we've heard this, it's definitely that piece of trash.

The so-called "masters" are nothing more than summarizing some common sense from the Spirit Hall's data, yet they attempt to use this to control the truth of the Soul Master world.

Ye Feng had seen too many of these tropes in novels from his previous life: pouring cold water on a genius, then taking him on as a disciple under the guise of a so-called "savior." If the guy actually had real talent, it would be one thing, but this guy was just a good-for-nothing...

"Oh? Then may I ask this learned gentleman?"

Ye Feng's lips curled into a playful smile, his eyes revealing a depth beyond his years.