"Sigh, alright then."
Su Yuntao didn't think too much about it. Although Tang San had innate full soul power, his martial soul was merely Blue Silver Grass, a wasted potential.
"Come on, Xiaolin, stretch out your right hand."
Su Yuntao beckoned Xiao Lin over, and he stepped into the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony.
As a golden light flashed, Xiao Lin gently closed his eyes within the six-star formation. Bathed in the golden radiance, he felt warm and comfortable.
Suddenly, countless golden specks of light surged forth. In an instant, the soul power within Xiao Lin was drawn out, and a silver-white staff appeared in his hand.
"So heavy!"
Xiao Lin's hand sank under the weight. He opened his eyes to see a silver-white staff about two and a half meters long. Special patterns adorned both ends, resembling a dragon when observed closely.
Su Yuntao frowned. "This weapon… its quality is quite remarkable. What is this, a Dragon Pattern Staff?"
He couldn't recognize the exact name of Xiao Lin's martial soul, but judging from its appearance, he knew Xiao Lin's innate soul power wouldn't be weak.
"This is the Coiling Dragon Staff, not the Dragon Pattern Staff."
Hearing Su Yuntao's question, Xiao Lin instinctively uttered the name of his martial soul—even though he had no prior knowledge of it.
"Coiling Dragon Staff? That name is fierce!"
Su Yuntao, hearing the name, had already begun imagining Xiao Lin's future as a Soul Master, then a Grand Soul Master, or even a Soul Elder.
On the Douluo Continent, any martial soul associated with dragons was never weak—on the contrary, they were often terrifyingly powerful.
Ordinary top-tier martial souls included predator beasts like wolves, tigers, and leopards. If these had elemental attributes, they became even stronger.
If a martial soul was dragon-related, then even without elemental attributes, it was still undoubtedly a top-tier martial soul.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Xiaolin, let Brother Tao test your innate soul power!"
For a moment, Su Yuntao was even more excited than Xiao Lin.
Xiao Lin retracted his martial soul with a thought, making up his mind to start training his physique to handle its weight.
Su Yuntao handed him the blue crystal ball, gesturing for him to inject his soul power into it.
Xiao Lin was quite familiar with the process. Without hesitation, he placed his right hand on the crystal ball.
In an instant, the dimly lit room became as bright as day.
Su Yuntao squinted, instinctively raising a hand to shield his eyes.
"This brightness… it's innate full soul power."
He murmured in disbelief. The light was even more dazzling than when Tang San had awakened.
At the same time, Tang San, using his Purple Demon Eyes, stared fixedly at Xiao Lin, a trace of incredulity flashing across his face.
Could it be that Blue Silver Grass truly was a useless martial soul? If I had awakened the other one instead…
Tang San pondered curiously, gradually coming to recognize Xiao Lin's talent.
Originally, he had thought about helping his "Lin-ge" along, but now it seemed—
As the light faded, Su Yuntao stared blankly at the crystal ball, which was overflowing with soul power.
"Innate full soul power! A small village like this actually produced two children with innate full soul power… and Xiaolin's martial soul is even a top-tier tool martial soul!"
"I have innate full soul power?"
Xiao Lin finally regained his senses. Though he had been prepared for a soul power level of seven, eight, or even nine, actually being told he had innate full soul power still left him momentarily dazed.
On the surface, he kept a calm expression, but internally, he was overjoyed.
With innate full soul power, plus immortal herbs, and some effort, becoming a god was practically inevitable for him.
Now, the question was—what kind of god should he become?
Should he steal Tang San's divine position?
Damn, as Tang San's big bro, how could I even have such a thought?
Tang San hadn't gone astray yet, and Xiao Lin had even taught him values like benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness. If he did something like that, how would he be any different from hypocritical Tang San?
Besides, there were plenty of divine positions on the Douluo Continent—why fight over Tang San's?
Not to mention, he still planned to leech off Tang San's immortal herbs in the future.
"Xiao Lin, do you want to join the Spirit Hall?"
At this moment, Su Yuntao's face showed excitement as he looked at Xiao Lin eagerly.
"Brother Tao, I won't join the Spirit Hall. I'd rather stay close to my grandpa."
Xiao Lin refused, not because of Tang San.
It was simply because, while Tang San could still be molded into a good person, the Spirit Hall was already rotten from top to bottom.
He didn't want to say anything absolute, but leadership sets the tone for an organization. He knew exactly what kind of person Bibi Dong was.
A woman corrupted by the evil thoughts of the Rakshasa God—one could even argue that she was innately evil.
People shouldn't assume that after Bibi Dong unified the continent, it would become a land of freedom and peace.
As long as Soul Masters existed, class divisions were inevitable in this world.
Not everyone was a saint.
Even in his past life, Xiao Lin had never been able to completely eliminate social class distinctions.
As for changing the way things were on the Douluo Continent? That was naïve.
Even if Xiao Lin became a god, he might not be able to do it.
Fate often has its own plans—how many times had people been powerless against the whims of destiny?
The best he could do was reduce the gap between classes.
For example, either making every person a Soul Master—or making sure no one was.
...
Thinking too much, Xiao Lin shook himself out of his thoughts. He thanked Su Yuntao and prepared to leave with Tang San.
As they stepped outside, Old Jack was already waiting at the door.
His aged face was filled with anxiety—after all, this time his grandson was involved too.
"Xiaolin, how did it go?"
Old Jack's cloudy eyes gleamed with hope as he looked at Xiao Lin, eager for good news.
"Hehe, Grandpa, both Xiaosan and I have innate full soul power. We'll soon become Soul Masters!"
Xiao Lin delivered the good news, and Old Jack's face instantly lit up with joy.
"Good, good, good! Looks like our Holy Soul Village will finally have a Soul Saint one day!"
Old Jack laughed heartily and immediately stepped inside, pulling out a bag of money to thank Su Yuntao.
Xiao Lin wasn't interested in this. Right now, he was focused on walking home with Tang San.
On the way back, Xiao Lin suddenly turned to the dazed Tang San and said, "Xiaosan, you have twin martial souls, don't you?"
"What?! Twin martial souls? What's that?"
Tang San understood the words but instinctively chose to hide the truth.
"Xiaosan, I've read a lot of books. You can't fool me. Now, I'm going to share a theory with you—don't be too shocked."
Xiao Lin looked at Tang San's conflicted face and couldn't help but chuckle.
Tang San stared at Xiao Lin in a daze. In this world, he was an outsider—he didn't even know about martial souls and innate full soul power until Xiao Lin told him.
Now that he had awakened his martial soul, he would need much more knowledge about them.
"Blue Silver Grass could never have innate full soul power—unless it's special. I suspect yours isn't ordinary Blue Silver Grass, but Blue Silver King."
Tang San was stunned. Blue Silver King? Was that even a thing?
"Of course, it might not be just Blue Silver King—it could be something even stronger, like Blue Silver Emperor. I don't know much about these martial souls or soul beasts, but I do know that normal Blue Silver Grass could never have innate full soul power."
"What if… it's an exception?" Tang San thought of his Mysterious Heaven Skill and countered.
"Then what's your other martial soul? A Soul Master usually inherits their parents' strongest martial soul. If it's not Blue Silver King or Blue Silver Emperor, how could a 'trash' martial soul like Blue Silver Grass coexist with another martial soul—and still have innate full soul power?"
Xiao Lin's words left Tang San silent. He had a suspicion—perhaps Xiao Lin was right.
(End of Chapter)