Douluo Continent, southwest region of Tiandou Empire, Fasnuo Province.

Holy Soul Village, the village chief’s home.

"When you walk into this happy place, with all the dreams and fantasies on your back and all the makeup on your face, no one will remember your appearance."

"After three rounds of drinking, you are in the corner, stubbornly singing a bitter song, listening to it being drowned in the hustle and bustle, you pick up the wine glass and say to yourself..."

"say what?"

A voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Dong Qing's humming.

"Tang San, what are you doing?"

Dong Qing turned his head away unhappy.

Tang San shrugged and said: "Xiao Qing, you forgot, today is the day when our martial arts awaken, Grandpa Jack is waiting for you outside."

"I see."

Dong Qing stood up, reached out and patted the dust on his pants, and then punched him directly. The fierce punch gave people the feeling that it was at least a thousand pounds of force.

Don't ask him why he beat Tang San. He hated people calling him Xiaoqing the most. It felt like he was calling him a girl's name. He was obviously a pure man.

"Ghostly and mysterious..."

Tang San was seen quickly twisting his body, and then leaping forward to the right. His movements were slightly inelegant, but he still easily dodged Dong Qing's powerful punch.

"It's so scary. Xiaoqing, you're going to punch me. Most people can't handle it."

In his heart, Tang San had always been very coveted for Dong Qing's natural divine power. Even though he had nothing to do all day long, he was actually gifted and possessed of divine power, which was really enviable.

And I went out every morning to absorb the first ray of purple energy between heaven and earth, and practiced Xuan Tian Kung for many years, but I was still no better than a child who played in the mud every day.

"Tang San, you dodge so fast!"

Dong Qing knew that the other party possessed a complete set of Tang Sect martial arts, but he was extremely strong. For a while, there was really nothing he could do against him.

"Are you envious?" Tang San curled his lips.

"What's the use of envy? You won't teach me." Dong Qing said calmly.

After saying that, he walked out of the gate without any further delay and said to Village Chief Jack, who had been waiting for a long time: "Grandpa Jack, let's go."

"Xiaoqing, time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, six years have passed."

Village Chief Jack stretched out a pair of slightly old hands and gently rubbed the fluffy hair on the top of Dong Qing's head. There was a hint of vicissitudes in his turbid eyes.

Hearing the name Xiaoqing from the village chief Jack, Dongqing muttered reluctantly: "Grandpa, my full name is Dongqing, not Xiaoqing. Can you please don't call me Xiaoqing."

Dong Qing, a Chinese from Earth, is a 23-year-old otaku.

Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he turned into a baby and was abandoned at the gate of Holy Soul Village. Finally, he was picked up by Village Chief Jack and raised.

"Okay, whatever Xiaoqing says, grandpa will listen to Xiaoqing." Village Chief Jack said kindly.

"grandfather!!!"

Dongqing was furious, but he couldn't get angry at Village Chief Jack, so he could only blush his little face.

"Hahaha...Xiaoqing you...cough cough cough..."

Seeing Dongqing's cute appearance, Village Chief Jack couldn't help laughing, but halfway through his laughter, he couldn't stop coughing because of his physical discomfort.

Saw this scene.

Dong Qing quickly stepped forward to support Village Chief Jack and asked, "Grandpa, are you okay? How about I send you back to rest?"

Although due to his age, the six-year-old could only hold the arm of Village Chief Jack, it still made the old man with a slightly gaunt figure feel greatly comforted.

"It's okay, Xiaoqing, don't worry. Grandpa's health is fine. It's just that as people get older, they naturally have various minor problems."

After Village Chief Jack comforted Dong Qing, he patted his shoulder gently and said, "The deacon of Wuhun Palace has arrived in our village. He is very busy, and we cannot waste his time."

"And even if you're not in a hurry, Xiaoqing, Xiaosan has been looking forward to awakening his martial spirit for a long time."

Hearing what Village Chief Jack said, Dong Qing glanced at Tang San beside him and said, "What's the use of his expectations? Didn't Xiao San's father Tang Hao never support him becoming a soul master?"

"I don't even want Tang San to participate in the awakening of the martial spirit. If Tang San hadn't found you, grandpa, in the end, his father Tang Hao probably wouldn't have let him participate in the awakening ceremony of the martial spirit at all."

Everything Dong Qing said was true, Tang San didn't know how to refute it, and he didn't know why his father Tang Hao was so opposed to it.

Could it be that... Is there any enmity between my family and Wuhun Palace?

But you can’t do this!

How could a blacksmith like him have a grudge against the Spirit Hall, which has power across two empires?

Tang San really didn't know how to refute, he couldn't figure out what the key point was, but Village Chief Jack became angry.

He scolded him without hesitation: "Xiaoqing, when you talk about this... I get angry. If Xiaosan doesn't tell me about this matter, grandpa doesn't know that Tang Hao is actually planning to do this. How could this be possible?"

As a parent.”

"Tang Hao is an old man and a drunkard. He doesn't want to make progress. He even tried to stop his son from participating in Wuhun Hall's annual free Wuhun Awakening."

"He's a dirty blacksmith, and he spent all his spare money to buy wine. He asked the mistress to participate in Wuhun Hall's free Wuhun Awakening, and he actually looked unhappy."

"I don't think about it seriously. Can a rotten guy like him, who usually needs mistress to take care of him, have the money to go to a big city and hire a soul master to awaken mistress' martial soul?"

At this time, Tang San heard Village Chief Jack scolding his biological father Tang Hao again and again.

But at this time, he only wanted to say three words.

Well done!

...

ten minutes later.

Under the leadership of Village Chief Jack, Dong Qing and Tang San followed him to the Wuhun Branch Hall in the center of the village.

However, this so-called Wuhun Branch Hall looks like just a slightly larger wooden house.

But it can be seen from the fact that it is clean and tidy, and there is little dust even in the corners of the floor. This wooden house should be cleaned every day.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The reason is very simple.

Because everyone in Douluo Continent has a martial spirit, every year there are children who awaken their martial spirits.

Therefore, anywhere on Douluo Continent, you can basically see the figure of Wuhun branch hall.

This year, there are nine children in the Holy Soul Village's Wuhun Branch Hall for Wuhun Awakening. Unlike Dong Qing and Tang San, the other seven children have already arrived here long ago, and they were the last two.

And when Village Chief Jack led the two of them to the front.

Dong Qing looked up curiously and saw the legendary Blind Dou Russell Yuntao. He looked to be in his twenties.

He is seven feet tall and has an average appearance.

Wearing a white outfit with a black cape on the back.

In the center of his chest, there is a fist-sized word "hun". I guess this is the standard clothing for personnel directly under the Wuhun Palace.

There is a badge engraved with a long sword on the left chest. There are three long swords criss-crossing on the badge.

The number of three long swords actually represents the third level of soul master.

He is a great soul master.

The long sword represents strong attack, which means moving forward inexorably. This deacon from Wuhun Palace is a strong attack type battle soul master.

"Hello, dear deacon, my grandson Dongqing and these eight children will trouble you this time."

Village Chief Jack saluted Su Yuntao respectfully, his expression highlighting the respect the lower class people had for the soul master.

As for why he proposed Dong Qing alone and divided Tang San among the eight.

That's because compared to Tang San, he definitely cares more about his grandson Dongqing, even if he is not his biological son.

"Well, I don't have much time. There are several villages next door waiting for me to help awaken the martial arts. I'd better start as soon as possible."

There was a touch of pride in Su Yuntao's brows. As a deacon of Wuhun Palace, even though his soul power level was not high, he was still very proud of his identity.

Village Chief Jack still said respectfully: "Okay, okay, just follow what the deacon said."

After finishing speaking.

He couldn't help but warned again: "Xiaoqing, Xiaosan, remember, this is the fighting spirit master from Notting City. Next, he will lead you to activate your own fighting spirit. You two must cooperate with the deacon.

Your Majesty is awakening your martial soul, and grandpa is very much looking forward to having one of you become a soul master."

Hearing what Village Chief Jack said, Su Yuntao looked a little impatient and said: "Okay, old Jack, you say these words every year. Do you really think it is so easy to become a soul master? I have been to nine villages before.

, there is not even one person with soul power. There is no particularly powerful martial soul."

Hear the words.

There was a trace of sadness in Village Chief Jack's old and turbid eyes, and he sighed and said: "Oh, what the deacon said makes sense. Nowadays, only the disciples of the major sects are the easiest to become soul masters, and ordinary people like us

It is really difficult for ordinary villagers to awaken their innate soul power."

Su Yuntao was too lazy to pay attention to Village Chief Jack's sigh, because he had seen too many children without soul power, and now he had long lost his sense of expectation for the awakening of the martial soul.

Then he turned his attention to the nine children in front of him. As the patrolling deacon of the Wuhun Hall, helping ordinary people awaken their martial souls was a job he had to do. Now he had long been accustomed to it.
To be continued...