Chapter 4: Spirit Awakening .
Bibi Dong caressed the little one's head and softly asked, "Qianqian, if you found out that Mother wasn't your biological mother, would you still love her?"
"Of course," Qianqian thought to herself, "I'll know now."
Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment. She hadn't expected the little one she'd raised to answer so unhesitatingly. A thin mist misted over her eyes.
She'd suffered emotional setbacks, even disliking her own biological daughter, yet she had embraced Qianqian as her spiritual support, raising her with her own hands. Now it all seemed worth it.
Bibi Dong rubbed Qianqian's head, leaned over and kissed her forehead, her red lips parted. "Go to sleep, little one. You'll know tomorrow about your Spirit Awakening. Mother is sure it will be a powerful Spirit!"
"Yes."
A silent night passed.
Although Tang Hao was Qianqian's biological father, he hadn't fulfilled his paternal responsibilities! Why was he in the Spirit Hall while Tang San was safe and sound?
Little Qianqian had a clear distinction between love and hate. That wicked Tang Hao must have wronged her!
He definitely had to save the Spirit Hall. After all, there was his beautiful mother and the adorable Sister Xue. But… on second thought, Tang Hao and his mother didn't seem to have any unresolved conflicts.
The previous Pope had killed his own mother; they even had a common enemy! So…
let's shift the conflict to the Worship Hall! After all, parents are responsible for the children's misfortunes! He wasn't even close to that old man, Qian Daoliu, and under his influence, Sister Xue wasn't particularly close to Qian Daoliu either. So…
I'd rather die than die with my friend. Goodbye!
Tianming…
Qianqian climbed out of bed bright and early. After all, awakening a Spirit is no small matter. Even though he had grasped the protagonist's aura, the Douluo Continent was all about the Spirit.
After putting on her clothes, Qianqian stared at the rising sun for a while, but to no avail. No purple aura caught her eyes, and instead, her eyes widened with tears.
Qianqian pouted, her lips pouting high. Mm-m-m-m, there were no benefits to being a cute little thing that woke up early.
A glance in the mirror instantly brightened her mood. Appreciating beauty improves one's mood; the ancients were right.
Qianqian happily ran towards the Papal Palace. After all, the Papal Palace was the Pope's office, and it looked more upscale and classy than the Holy Child's Palace! It was magnificent, as if it were fitted with several hundred-watt light bulbs. The rows of stone pillars supporting the main hall were carved with stories of angels, giving the entire palace a uniquely sacred charm.
Several children were also waiting for their spirits to awaken in the Papal Palace. Qianqian glanced at them carefully, noticing a few adorable little girls.
The children were both curious and intimidated by this little Holy Child. They wanted to approach, but didn't dare.
Qianqian, as usual, played along with Bibi Dong for a while. Then, she saw the list on Bibi Dong's desk and checked it out.
Those who could awaken their spirits in the Papal Palace were almost always children with high hopes placed on them by the Pope. Of course, some orphans destined for special training also awakened their spirits here.
There weren't many people on the list, only about fifteen or sixteen children. Glancing at the list, he realized he didn't recognize many of them, which meant they were mostly just minor characters in Douluo Continent. He didn't even know the awakening masters who would awaken their spirits.
If possible, he'd let Su Yuntao awaken his spirit, who knows, and who knows, the quality of his spirit might be even better. However, it wouldn't be right to trouble his dear mother just for this little bit of false luck. Qianqian is such a good kid.
After waiting for a long while, it was finally time to awaken their spirits.
Bibi Dong stood up from the Pope's throne, silently scanning the children. The invisible pressure alone almost made the children cry.
"Children, you are already six years old. Today is one of the most important days of your lives. The awakening of your spirits determines your future. You are the future of the Spirit Hall's new generation. I hope that, regardless of your spirits, whether good or bad, you will support and love the Spirit Hall. Today, you will be the most proud of the Spirit Hall. In the future, I hope the Spirit Hall will be proud of you!"
"V587!" Qianqian murmured softly. "You are indeed worthy of being a leader."
Bibi Dong said this and sat back in her seat. She looked at no one else but Qianqian with concern. What others did to her was none of her business! Even someone with full innate spirit power and twin spirits (Tang San: What? Who called me?) couldn't compare to the little Kuonai who had been with her for six years.
The one who awakened their spirits was a little old man, looking in his sixties or seventies, so frail that it felt like a fist as big as a casserole would make him cry for a long time in heaven.
The old man's body trembled: "White, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black"—the eight spirit rings pulsed up and down rhythmically. He glanced at the children, and every child looked at him with awe, of course, except for little Qianqian.
The old man stared at little Qianqian, as if he was puzzled by his lack of surprise.
Although the Holy Son often strolled around Wuhun City, he was disguised and wearing makeup. As for the Holy Son's true face, not everyone could see it. Obviously, a bishop at the Soul Douluo level was not qualified.
Although the old man was surprised, he did not think much about it. After all, the children who could come to the Pope's Palace to awaken their spirits were not ordinary people.
He took out the awakening stone, waved his hand, and made a hexagram on the ground. He took out a crystal ball with his left hand, "From left to right, one by one!"
Qianqian quietly moved to the far right. According to the protagonist theorem, the one who appeared last must be the best.
"Child, stretch out your right hand." The old man tried to speak in the kindest tone.
Light blue dots of light gradually converged, and with a whoosh, a broadsword appeared in the boy's hand.
"Weapon spirit, broadsword, not bad." The old man nodded. "Come on, child, use your mind to retract your spirit. Let's test your innate spirit power."
The boy nodded, frantically trying several times before finally retracting his spirit.
When his right hand touched the crystal ball, a light blue light emanated from it.
"Innate Soul Power, Level 6. Next."
"Beast Soul, Lightning Rabbit, Innate Soul Power Level 4."
"Weapon Soul, Coiled Dragon Staff, Innate Soul Power Level 7."
"Beast Soul, Fiery Lion, Innate Soul Power Level 7."
And now, in Holy Soul Village…
"Weapon Soul, Handkerchief? It's good for wiping a nose. No Soul Power."
"Weapon Soul, Hoe. Some attack power, and with Companion Soul Power, you could become a Soul Master. Uh… no Soul Power, next."
"Weapon Soul, Blue Silver Grass, a typical useless Soul. Let's test its Soul Power! Sure enough, no Innate Soul Power."
"Beast Soul, what's this… a chicken? Soul Power… Level 1. Sigh, I can cultivate, but I'll probably never become a Soul Master."
Su Yuntao sighed deeply, feeling exhausted. In the small village, those with Innate Soul Power were rare, let alone those with talent. At this rate, there was no hope of a promotion or salary increase.
"Next…" With only one left, Su Yuntao could only pin his hopes on the next village.
"Excuse me, Master Su Yuntao."
Su Yuntao glanced at the child; he was quite polite.
Even on the day of his spirit awakening, Tang San still wore gray, patched clothes. With an alcoholic father, how could he afford new clothes? But while his clothes were old, they were clean and tidy. That alone made a good impression.
"Come on, child."
As Su Yuntao injected his six soul powers, the pale golden light shone once more.
Warmth was Tang San's first feeling. He felt as if he were enveloped in a warm and cozy world, indescribably comfortable. No wonder the children before him calmed down when enveloped by this golden light.
As the warm energy seeped into his body, Tang San clearly felt his Xuan Tian Gong internal energy fluctuate slightly. Then, drawn by the warm energy, something within him seemed to shatter, and all the warmth instantly surged into his palms.
Su Yuntao's eyes suddenly lit up, for within the golden shield, this time, there were more golden points than from all the children combined. He had a vague feeling that a powerful martial spirit was about to emerge. His excitement was palpable.
However, Su Yuntao was quickly disappointed.
"Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial spirit. No attack power, no defense, no support abilities. Blue Silver Grass is the standard form of a useless martial spirit. It seems that this trip to Holy Spirit Village has been a complete waste of time. Alright, kids, you can leave."
The earlier appearance of numerous golden points of light had given him great hope, but in the end, it was only Blue Silver Grass. The disappointment left Su Yuntao somewhat dismayed.
"Uncle, you haven't tested my spirit power yet," Tang San reminded him, watching Su Yuntao about to put away the blue crystal ball.
Without even turning back, Su Yuntao said, "Don't try. I've never seen anyone with a useless spirit like Blue Silver Grass manifest spirit power."
"Let me try, Uncle," Tang San insisted. The warmth of the golden light circulated within him, bringing a strange sensation. The opening of the gate made him feel a subtle shift in his Xuan Tian Gong. He also wanted to know the difference between his internal energy and the spirits of this world.
Su Yuntao was stunned for a moment before turning around and meeting Tang San's calm yet resolute gaze. He thought to himself, this kid seems a little different.
"Alright." Testing his spirit power wouldn't waste too much time. As he spoke, he handed the blue crystal ball to Tang San.
Following the method Su Yuntao had taught him, Tang San controlled the retraction of his Blue Silver Grass into his body. He found it easy; he simply retracted his energy the same way he controlled the Mysterious Heavenly Art.
He also noticed that the appearance of the Blue Silver Grass seemed to be a surging force of his own Mysterious Heavenly Art, as if the blue grass itself were formed from the very essence of the Mysterious Heavenly Art.
As soon as his palm touched the blue crystal ball, Tang San's body trembled violently. He was shocked to discover that the beautiful blue crystal ball possessed a tremendous suction force. His internal energy surged out, as if it had found an outlet. He tried to break free, but he couldn't escape the powerful pull.
Su Yuntao was equally astonished. Just when he thought this final soul power test in Holy Soul Village was just a formality, the blue crystal ball in his hand suddenly lit up. A dazzling blue light instantly spread from its initial point. In the blink of an eye, the crystal ball shone like a brilliant gem. A faint blue halo emanated, indescribably moving.
"Oh my god, it's... full innate soul power!"
Meanwhile, the Papal Palace was also entering its final stages...
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