Inside the room, a noble and elegant woman sat calmly, her expression gentle and kind. In her arms was a young child.
The child had sharp brows, bright eyes, a handsome face, and fair skin. He was Lin Feng—the transmigrator—now already six years old in this world.
As for the God-Level Choice System, it had completely gone silent over the past six years, as if it had disappeared.
“Feng’er, today is the day you awaken your martial soul. When your father comes back, he’ll help you awaken it. Are you happy?” the noble woman said with a smile, gently stroking his head.
“Happy!” Lin Feng replied excitedly, his eyes shining.
In the Douluo Continent, every child awakens their martial soul at the age of six. Some are strong, some are weak.
But the strength of a martial soul mostly depends on the parents’ martial souls.
“Are you scared?” the woman asked with a soft laugh.
Lin Feng shook his head and explained,
“I’m not scared. The strength of a martial soul mostly depends on whether both parents have strong martial souls.”
“There’s a small chance of mutation, and also a small chance of bad mutation. If both parents are strong, there’s even a chance of twin martial souls!”
“And clearly, both my parents are powerful soul masters. Father’s martial soul—the Six-Winged Light Bird—is especially strong. So my martial soul will probably be like his.”
The woman was very satisfied with his answer.
Indeed, martial soul awakening worked like this. For ordinary people, awakening a top-tier martial soul was almost impossible.
Only powerful families taught their children about these rules early.
And clearly, the Lin family was very influential.
“Too bad… my martial soul isn’t Father’s Six-Winged Light Bird, but the Light-Dark Angel,” Lin Feng thought silently.
When he first came to this world, he thought he would be born into the Qian family—but that wasn’t the case.
His father, Lin Yetian, was a powerful Red-Clothed Bishop of the Spirit Hall, an 86-level Soul Douluo stationed in Spirit City.
His mother, Ying Chuchu, had the Colorful Butterfly martial soul and was an 84-level Soul Douluo. She was also a Red-Clothed Bishop, though her duties were much lighter than his father’s.
During the past six years, Lin Feng had read many records. Even though their surname wasn’t Qian, their bloodline still carried traces of the Six-Winged Angel.
His grandmother—his father’s mother—was from a branch of the Qian family, though only a distant and insignificant one.
Compared to the main Qian family, their connection was almost nonexistent.
While Ying Chuchu and Lin Feng waited patiently, a loud and cheerful voice came from outside.
“Chuchu! Son! Haha—I’m back!”
Before the person even arrived, his voice came first.
Soon, Lin Feng saw a somewhat messy-looking man step through the door and walk toward them.
Lin Yetian had short hair and a rough beard. His clothing taste was terrible—hard to even look at.
If Ying Chuchu was like a noble lady, then Lin Yetian looked more like a laborer in her household.
But upon closer look, his sharp features and tall, sturdy body gave a strong sense of security.
“Chuchu, son, did you wait long? I rushed back as soon as I finished work!” Lin Yetian said with a smile, picking Lin Feng up and hugging him warmly.
But Lin Feng resisted.
That beard… it really hurt his face!
He pushed away his father’s big face in protest.
“Good timing,” Ying Chuchu said with a smile as she watched them.
In the end, six-year-old Lin Feng couldn’t resist and gave up struggling.
Seeing his “lifeless” expression, Ying Chuchu laughed and quickly rescued him from Lin Yetian’s arms.
Back in his mother’s embrace, Lin Feng finally relaxed.
Compared to his careless and rough father, he preferred his gentle and kind mother—at least she didn’t have a prickly beard!
“Hahaha! Let’s go, Chuchu—we’ll awaken Feng’er’s martial soul!” Lin Yetian said after laughing.
They walked to the front yard. Ying Chuchu placed Lin Feng on the ground and looked at Lin Yetian.
“Shall we begin?”
“Mm!” Lin Yetian nodded.
He then placed six stones engraved with runes on the ground, forming a six-pointed star array.
As a Red-Clothed Bishop of the Spirit Hall stationed in Spirit City, he held great power.
Getting awakening stones was easy—especially for his own son’s awakening. Doing it himself gave him peace of mind.
“Feng’er, this is the awakening formation!”
“Do you want to awaken your father’s martial soul more, or your mother’s?” Lin Yetian asked with a smile.
“Father’s,” Lin Feng replied.
“Mother’s martial soul is good, but it’s a support type.”
“Father’s Six-Winged Light Bird is extremely fast!”
“A real man should fight!” Lin Feng said with a grin.
“Oh? So you look down on your mother being a supportive soul master?” Ying Chuchu grabbed his ear playfully.
“No, no! Of course not!” Lin Feng quickly explained.
“But as a boy, I don’t want to awaken a support martial soul and rely on my partner to protect me, right, Mother?”
His reasoning made sense.
The weakness of supporting soul masters was exactly that.
Even an auxiliary Soul Douluo could be easily killed by a Soul Sage without protection.
Satisfied, Ying Chuchu let him go.
After finishing the formation, Lin Yetian said,
“Feng’er, come in. I’ll awaken your martial soul!”
Without hesitation, Lin Feng stepped into the array.
He was also curious—what exactly was his Light-Dark Angel martial soul?
Seeing him ready, Lin Yetian spoke slowly,
“Son, close your eyes and feel it carefully. That is your martial soul. Grasp it… summon it…”
Lin Feng slowly closed his eyes.
The voice echoed in his mind—
“My martial soul…”