Wuhun City, Spirit Hall Academy, Library.
“If I were the Young Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Awakening an unknown mutated Dragon Spirit Beast Spirit with Innate half-level spirit power, how would I choose my spirit ring?” “The target must definitely be a Dragon Spirit Beast, because absorbing high-quality spirit rings of the same type helps Spirit evolution, and this is not a secret in the upper echelons of society.
The key lies in what attribute of spirit ring to absorb.” “Lightning attribute?” “After all, it mutated from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit.
If Yu Yuanzhen doesn’t suspect he was cuckolded, it’s highly probable he would choose this.” “So, that ‘World-renowned’ move, ‘Farting like thunder – Luo San Pao of Heaven-Splitting Earth-Shattering’ came from this, right?” “Heh, following the Douluo Continent’s old tradition of direct correlation between attribute and name, Golden Sacred Dragon might have some connection with fire, but what does it have to do with lightning…?” Thinking of this, the young man leaning against the bookshelf chuckled softly, casually picked up a copy of “Continental Figures” next to him, and skillfully flipped to the page containing information on the “Golden Triangle.” “Liu Erlong, Spirit: Red Dragon, also a mutated Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Spirit…” “Flender, Spirit: Owl, the ‘Flying Horn’ of the Golden Triangle…” “And that Spirit Incantation, ‘Sun and Moon Shine, Gold Turns’…” As he pondered, the young man’s thoughts gradually drifted.
One year and three months ago.
Southwest of Heaven Dou Empire, Fasinuo Province, Shihun Village.
This village was nothing special; compared to the prestige of the neighboring Saint Spirit Village, it was undoubtedly far inferior.
However, it’s worth noting that in recent decades, many Spirit Scholars have emerged from Shihun Village, and even several Spirit Grandmasters have appeared.
This undoubtedly made the nearby villages extremely envious and jealous, and even the quota for work-study students going to Notting City each year increased to three, truly a sign of prosperity.
On this day, Su Yuntao, a newly appointed Spirit Hall Branch deacon of Notting City, arrived at Shihun Village under the guidance of a Senior to perform Spirit Awakening for a group of six-year-old children.
“Scythe?
It can barely be used as a weapon, but unfortunately, there’s no spirit power.” “Hoe… No spirit power, stand aside for now.” “Blue Silver Grass?
This is a standard waste Spirit…” As the scene of no children Awakening spirit power continued to play out, a hint of disappointment flashed in Su Yuntao’s eyes.
He wondered, “Is this the famous Shihun Village?
It seems this trip is destined to yield no good results.” Soon, it was the last child’s turn.
Su Yuntao looked at him, his expectation already completely worn out.
As usual, he motioned for the child to stand in the Awakening formation and said blandly: “Don’t be afraid, close your eyes and feel carefully.” Immediately, a layer of golden halo was released from the six black stones, enveloping the child.
From beginning to end, the child remained relatively calm, except for a slight excitement at the start, which made Su Yuntao raise his eyebrows slightly.
Before he could think further, a strange little thing suddenly popped out beside the child with a flash of light.
“This is… a Beast Spirit?” Su Yuntao said with some uncertainty.
He looked at the creature in front of him, which resembled a dog, had the body of a suckling pig, was less than half a meter long and wide, covered in light purple fur, with two small floppy ears, deep blue eyes, four short, thick legs, and a faint bulge on its head.
Su Yuntao didn’t even immediately wonder why someone in this small village could awaken such a strange Beast Spirit.
He was just surprised by the way this small beast appeared.
One must know that generally, Beast Spirits only manifest fully solid forms when achieving Martial Soul True Body, and typically, during initial Awakening like this, only a phantom appears.
“Holy… Luo San Pao?!” At this moment, Su Yuntao suddenly saw the previously calm child in front of him become full of surprise, with a hint of uncontainable collapse in his expression.
“What’s wrong?” Su Yuntao asked, as he hadn’t clearly heard the child’s exclamation just now.
The child shook his head, naturally reining in his emotions, and then said, “Big brother, can you test my spirit power?” “Of, of course.” Hearing that the child didn’t call him “uncle,” Su Yuntao was startled for a moment, then happily handed a blue crystal ball to the child.
Following the method Su Yuntao had taught him earlier, the child retracted his Beast Spirit into his body, then placed his small hand on the crystal ball.
A moment later, a faint blue light lit up inside the crystal ball.
“Innate spirit power, 1… No, could this be the legendary Innate ‘half’ spirit power?!” Su Yuntao said in disbelief, then looked at the child with a hint of regret.
What a pity, truly a pity.
It was rare to awaken a Beast Spirit.
Even if the Innate spirit power reached one or two levels, it would be enough for him to secure a good position in Spirit Hall, just like him.
Thinking this, Su Yuntao still comforted the child, “It’s not bad.
At least you awakened Innate spirit power, which means that as long as you Cultivate diligently in the future, you can become a Spirit Master admired by everyone.” The child nodded, remaining silent.
Who could have imagined how utterly astonished he was feeling at that moment?
How could it be Luo San Pao?
How could it also be Innate half-level?
His heart was filled with doubt and surprise, but on the surface, he quietly retreated to the side.
His name is Wang Zhao.
He clearly remembered that his name came from the character “Zhao” created by Empress Wu Zetian.
This World certainly didn’t have Wu Zetian, so his identity was self-evident.
Perhaps it was Transmigration, perhaps he awakened his past life’s memories, who knew?
But coincidentally, the Douluo World also had the character “Zhao,” so he didn’t have to worry about changing his name.
Of course, this wasn’t that important.
What was important was that among the countless web novels, most of the ones he had read in his previous life had a Golden Finger, but he didn’t!
Or rather, Wang Zhao’s only Golden Finger was the fragmented memories of the novel “Douluo Continent” in his mind.
“I wonder if this is still the Douluo Continent from the novel version.” Wang Zhao often worried.
The anime version was fine, but if this was the TV drama’s magically altered Douluo Continent with “Haotian Bamboo Shoots,” or the comic version with “Bai Chenxiang impersonating Yu Feng,” or even countless fan-made Douluo Continent versions, his only Golden Finger would also be partially crippled.
It was because he had only read the novel version.
He was truly unfamiliar with the TV drama and comic versions.
The only reason he had heard of them was through some fanfiction, and as for fanfiction… he just read it for fun and then moved on.
Sometimes he couldn’t even remember the protagonist’s name, let alone any fan author’s secondary settings.
Leaving these worries aside for now, Wang Zhao’s current problem was still his Spirit.
At this moment, Su Yuntao had already packed everything, and carrying his satchel, he came before Wang Zhao, bent down, and asked gently: “Child, are you willing to join Spirit Hall?” “This… I need to go back and ask my grandfather.” Wang Zhao hesitated for a moment, still deciding not to make a decision too quickly.
He could join Spirit Hall anytime, but joining meant it would be difficult to withdraw, and his future was unclear.
All of this required careful consideration.
In short, it wouldn’t be wrong to postpone it for now.
“Alright then.” Su Yuntao nodded, not forcing him.
After all, he was just asking as a matter of routine, and then he walked outside.
The door opened, and a simple old man quickly welcomed Su Yuntao and the Spirit Hall Senior who was guiding him in his work.
It was Old Johann, the village chief of Shihun Village.
“Deacon Sir, how is it?
How many children from our village can become Spirit Masters this year?” Old Johann asked with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.
“There is one.” Su Yuntao replied.
“There’s one, one is fine, one is also good…” Old Johann smiled in relief, and then asked: “How is his talent?” “It’s a Beast Spirit, but his Innate spirit power is a bit low, only…” “That’s alright.” Hearing this, Old Johann interrupted before Su Yuntao could finish.
“For people in our village, being able to awaken Innate spirit power is already something to be thankful for.
We dare not ask for too much.” Su Yuntao glanced at the old village chief, said nothing more, and then followed the Senior beside him out of Shihun Village.
Outside the village, the Senior suddenly stopped, and Su Yuntao could only stop with him.
“Uncle Li, what’s wrong?” Su Yuntao asked the Spirit Hall Senior beside him in surprise.
Only then did he realize that Uncle Li seemed to have been a bit strange ever since he finished Awakening the last child’s Spirit.
Uncle Li shook his head, looked back at Shihun Village meaningfully, and then said: “I’ve told you all the procedures and routes you need to follow.
Now you can go to the next village by yourself to perform Spirit Awakening.
I have an urgent matter and need to leave first.” After speaking, without waiting for Su Yuntao’s confusion, he immediately activated his Spirit, Iron Eagle, manifesting it on his body, spread his wings behind him, and flew away in a flash.
Recently, I’ve been a bit addicted to reading Douluo fanfiction, so I decided to write my own to satisfy myself.
I’ve started this new book.
Please point out any inaccuracies, and also… cough, go easy on the criticism.