“Holy shit—it really is gold!!!” Bai Yuan stared fixedly at the slowly rotating seed of fire in his palm, his pupils trembling.
Six years!
A full six years!
“Do you know how I’ve lived these past six years?!” His eyes were red, and his voice trembled.
Praying every day until his lips were almost worn out, before bed paying respects to the Trailblaze, to the Imbibitor Lunae, to Brother Sun—if all else fails, even Aha would do!
The first thing upon waking was to check if he had gained any new abilities.
But there was nothing.
It once made him think he was a “shame among transmigrators,” not even getting a newbie package.
But now.
Looking at the seed of fire in his palm, his breathing grew rapid.
He was all too familiar with this thing!
When he played through the Amphoreus storyline back then, he saw it every day, even in his dreams!
That blazing light, that aura interwoven with destruction and rebirth, that might that seemed capable of incinerating everything.
“This isn’t Brother Sun’s…” He swallowed hard, his voice changing pitch: “The World-Bearing Fireseed!!!” Am I really the savior???
In the hall, the intense light faded.
Before anyone could recover from the shock, they saw the palm of the youth at the center of the formation.
A seed of fire hovered quietly, radiating a heart-stopping aura of destruction.
“The quality of this Martial Soul…
definitely won’t be low!” Someone gasped sharply, and whispers rose and fell.
Several Spirit Pagoda staff members who looked like managers exchanged glances, immediately put on smiling faces, and crowded around Leng Yaozhu.
“Congratulations, Tower Master Leng!
With such talent, the Leng Family’s position in the Spirit Pagoda is bound to advance further!” “Indeed, indeed!
This child’s extraordinary talent surely makes him a pillar of support!” “Tower Master Leng has a discerning eye.
Coming here personally, you must have had a premonition, right?” Flattery rose and fell, each person smiling like a blooming flower.
Leng Yaozhu ignored the fawning, her gaze tightly locked on the seed of fire, a trace of gravity flashing in her eyes.
This Martial Soul…
is not ordinary.
A seed of fire form, a Tool Martial soul?
No.
That aura holds both the savagery of destruction and the vitality of rebirth…
What exactly is its origin?
But a proper smile soon appeared on her face.
Turning to the crowd, her tone was reserved yet polite: “Not at all, it’s all thanks to everyone recruiting talents for our Leng Family.” “The future glory of our Leng Family will certainly not forget your contributions.” Her words were flawless.
Giving face while also painting a rosy picture.
Those present listened, each feeling satisfied.
Who wouldn’t want to cling to the Spirit Pagoda’s powerful leg?
Although the Spirit Pagoda is ostensibly governed by a council, who doesn’t know that the real decision-making power lies with the Leng and Qiangu Families?
Getting recognized by this Heavenly Phoenix Douluo would make the path ahead much smoother.
“Come, come, come!” A manager eagerly stepped forward.
“Quickly take this Leng Family genius to test his mental force!
With such Martial Soul quality, his mental force must also…” Before he could finish!!!
“There’s more!” Bai Yuan’s voice suddenly rang out from the center of the formation.
Everyone was stunned, not yet reacting.
They saw his other hand being infused with the formation’s energy, then slowly raising.
A sword condensed from the void.
Its blade was like the first light of dawn, thin as a cicada’s wing, flowing with pale golden light patterns.
Without the ferocity and destruction of the fire seed, there was only.
An edge sharpened to the extreme.
As if it could sever everything in the World.
“qinchen sword!” The moment Bai Yuan gripped the hilt, the sword hummed lightly, and an intangible sword aura instantly swept through the hall!
The air in the hall seemed to be sliced.
Several children nearby even felt their cheeks sting and instinctively stepped back.
Holy shit!
It really is the Phainon template!!
Heaven bless me!
All that money I spent on Honkai wasn’t in vain!
Little Tang!
Before, when I hadn’t awakened my Martial Soul!
I called you God King Tang!
Now that you see my Brother Sun, what should you call me??
Come on!
Speak!!!
“Innate…
full Soul Power!” Boom.
The entire hall erupted.
After a brief dead silence came successive gasps.
“twin spirits?!
And innate full Soul Power?!” “T-this can’t be!
Both Martial Souls are of such high quality?!” “That fire seed’s aura was terrifying enough, but this sword…
what level of Tool Martial soul is it?!” A manager widened his eyes, his voice trembling: “Both are top-tier Martial Souls!
This child’s talent…
I’m afraid there isn’t a second one like him in the entire Spirit Pagoda!” Others chimed in, flattering words flooding in like a tide: “Congratulations, Tower Master Leng!
This child is destined for greatness!” “The Leng Family gaining such a genius promises a bright future!
A bright future indeed!” “Such talent is as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns across the entire continent!” Leng Yaozhu ignored the praise.
She stared intently at the two Martial Souls in Bai Yuan’s hands, a complex look flashing in her eyes—surprise, but more than that, gravity.
twin spirits, innate full Soul Power.
Ten thousand years ago, these eight words would have driven any faction mad.
But in this era…
She knew all too well.
Since the Soul Spirit system matured and battle armor became widespread, the status of twin spirits had become awkward.
First, cultivation speed was a major issue.
Soul Masters with twin spirits had to split their focus between two Martial Souls, making their cultivation inherently slower than single-Soul Masters.
A single-Martial Soul genius of the same age might already have broken through to become a Titled Douluo, while the twin spirits cultivator was still lingering at an earlier stage.
The gap in Soul Power couldn’t be compensated by any talent.
Second, the emergence of battle armor made things worse.
With twin spirits having different forms, custom-made battle armor could only fit one of them.
Once battle armor was worn in combat, the other Martial Soul was basically useless.
Not to mention the widespread Soul Spirit system made absorbing Soul Spirits for the second Martial Soul extremely dangerous.
History had seen many Soul Masters explode and die from it.
Those who could cultivate to the level of Limit Douluo—which of them wasn’t a single-Martial Soul, peerless genius?
Focusing on one Martial Soul for a lifetime was the only way to reach the pinnacle.
Splitting focus between two?
The result was pleasing neither side.
In this era of the legend of the dragon king, twin spirits had gone from a “divine-gifted talent” to a “hot potato.” Leng Yaozhu stared at Bai Yuan, her gaze flickering.
But!
This child’s two Martial Souls were both of exceptionally high quality.
So high that even she couldn’t see through them.
The destruction and vitality within the fire seed, the sharpness and edge on the qinchen sword…
These weren’t auras ordinary Martial Souls possessed.
twin spirits indeed held no advantage in this era.
But that was for ordinary people.
The Spirit Pagoda had sufficient resources, the most top notch Soul Spirits, the most Perfect cultivation system.
As long as he was worth it.
And this child…
The corner of Leng Yaozhu’s mouth lifted slightly.
This talent was worth her taking a gamble.
She just didn’t know about this child’s character.
She’d observe more later!
Leng Yaozhu looked at the youth at the formation’s center, the calculations in her eyes deepening.
The Leng Family…
In recent years, its say in the Spirit Pagoda had been increasingly suffocated by the Qiangu Family.
Qiangu Dieting, Qiangu Dongfeng—which of them wasn’t a figure with far-reaching influence?
The Qiangu Family had operated for generations, deeply rooted.
Whether in council seats or resource allocation, they always Pressure the Leng Family One.
The Leng Family needed fresh blood.
It needed true geniuses.
Otherwise, its voice would forever be trampled underfoot by the Qiangu Family.
And this child— She looked at the fire seed and long sword in Bai Yuan’s hands, her gaze Microgelatin.
Perhaps, he was the variable.
The shrewd people nearby had long sensed the shift in wind.
Tower Master Leng coming personally and showing such interest in this child—wasn’t it obvious she intended to recruit him?
A perceptive manager immediately stepped forward, He greeted her warmly.: “Quick, quick, quick—the mental force test wasn’t finished earlier!
Hurry up, don’t delay!” A Spirit Pagoda staff member understood.
He quickly walked up to Bai Yuan, bending his waist three degrees lower than usual, wearing a Just right respectful smile: “This way, young master.” Bai Yuan: “…” Young master?
He was momentarily stunned, almost losing his composure.
Six years.
A full six years in this orphanage, the call he heard was always “that kid,” “Bai Yuan,” “hey.” Forget “young master,” even people who looked him in the eye were few.
Now, as soon as he revealed his Martial Souls and displayed his Soul Power.
He directly became “young master.” Bai Yuan felt mixed emotions.
Following the person forward, he couldn’t help but Feeling in his heart: Indeed, one needs backing.
To make it in the World, you rely on power.
Without strength, no one even remembers your name; with strength, the whole World greets you with smiles.
He glanced down at the fire seed in his palm, then at the qinchen sword still held in his other hand, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.
But this feeling…
really wasn’t bad.