Douluo Dalu 1: The Tang Family Rebel

Since that day, Qian Renxue had become a frequent visitor to Yun Chuan's room. Every time Bibi Dong went to handle her administrative duties, she would sneak in to play with him. Sometimes, she would share her thoughts with him and confide in her troubles.

Yun Chuan faithfully maintained the persona of a baby, showing a blank expression to her endless talking, but inwardly, he absorbed everything she said, analyzing her personality and inner thoughts. He used this to figure out what kind of attitude and methods would work best to win her over.

Each time Qian Renxue snuck in to play with him, she sometimes lost track of time, resulting in Bibi Dong returning just as they were playing.

After a cold, emotionless look from Bibi Dong, little Qian Renxue would shrink her head in guilt and scurry out of the room like a child caught in the act.

However, most of the time, Qian Renxue would leave before Bibi Dong came back. Yun Chuan was sure that Bibi Dong knew about Qian Renxue sneaking in to spend time with him, but for some reason, she chose to pretend not to notice.

After all, she still had some maternal love for her, and when she didn't see it, she chose to act as if she hadn't noticed.

...

Time passed quietly.

In the blink of an eye, Yun Chuan was six years old.

During these six years, he had diligently played the role of a child. He didn't act out of the ordinary at all—he played when it was time to play and made noise when it was time to be noisy. He treated the Spirit Hall as if it were his own home. With the Pope backing him up, Yun Chuan could act as recklessly as he wanted.

His current status in the Spirit Hall wasn't as a Saint Child or a regular disciple. He was the adopted son of the Pope. Bibi Dong was officially his mother.

And today, he was six years old.

The moment that would decide his fate had arrived! The Martial Soul Awakening!

The Douluo Continent was a world that placed extreme importance on bloodlines and talent. If you had a powerful Martial Soul, then as long as you didn't die young, you could rise to the top. On the other hand, if you were a failure, you would struggle for your entire life. The most typical example was the grandmaster Yu Xiaogang.

Therefore, the Martial Soul Awakening was truly a moment that could decide one's fate!

Would he be a dragon or a worm? It all depended on today!

...…

Awakening Hall!

This was a magnificent and solemn hall.

It was the place where high-ranking disciples of the Spirit Hall underwent their Martial Soul Awakening. Aside from the central Awakening Formation, there was nothing else in the hall. The surrounding walls were decorated with murals and sculptures depicting angels fighting evil monsters, radiating light to save the world. The entire place had an aura of ceremony.

Yun Chuan's little hand was held by Bibi Dong's delicate, slender hand, as they walked into the hall. Yun Chuan was the only child awakening his Martial soul that day. It wasn't a privilege, but simply because no other children of his age were awakening today.

Six years old was the optimal age for awakening one's Martial Soul—no more, no less.

Inside the hall, several attendants were already waiting. When they saw Bibi Dong walking in with the six-year-old child, they quickly bowed.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

Bibi Dong, with a dignified expression, didn't say much. She simply let go of Yun Chuan's hand and gestured for him to step into the central Awakening Formation. A faint smile appeared on her face, seeming to encourage him not to be afraid.

At just six years old, Yun Chuan had jet-black, jade-like long hair, pale, almost glowing skin, and a face that seemed to be a perfect masterpiece from the heavens. His face showed a hint of unease, as the moment that would determine his fate was approaching. However, with his mother's encouragement, his black-and-white eyes gradually cleared of confusion and became resolute.

Step by step, Yun Chuan walked into the center of the formation.

"Well done, my child."

A loving smile appeared on Bibi Dong's face, as if she were proud of her son's bravery. She looked every bit like a mother overly indulging her child.

In these six years, Yun Chuan had done everything he could to win her favor. Finally, he had succeeded in gaining her affection!

Next up, the official Martial Soul Awakening ceremony!

The one hosting the ceremony, of course, was the Pope herself. While the strength of the one hosting the ceremony didn't affect the Martial Soul's quality, it was all about the ceremony's sense of importance!

Otherwise, there would be no need to build a dedicated Awakening Hall. The Awakening Formation could be set up anywhere, and the ceremony could be held anywhere.

"Chuan'er, relax, don't be afraid." Bibi Dong gently said. With a wave of her hand, the Awakening Formation began to glow! Even the sculptures and murals on the walls of the hall started to shine, indicating that these weren't just decorations.

Yun Chuan slowly closed his eyes. He felt warm all over, as if he had returned to the womb. As someone who had been conscious since the womb in his previous life, he could guarantee that this sensation was identical to being inside the womb!

"Boom!"

It felt as if something inside him shattered.

Yun Chuan instinctively extended his right hand, and a hammer slowly materialized. But as soon as he grasped it, he felt the weight of it pull his hand down. He couldn't hold onto the hammer, and it fell slowly to the ground.

"Boom!!!"

The entire hall shook!

Not just the hall, but even the entire Spirit City experienced a tremor. It was as if an earthquake had occurred!

The cause of all this was merely the small hammer falling from his hand, but the consequences were tremendous.

Yun Chuan slowly opened his eyes, instinctively looking down, and saw a hammer with extravagant special effects!

The hammer had a cylindrical head, golden in color, seemingly made of the purest gold. It was decorated with exquisite patterns and various colorful gemstones!

However, the most eye-catching feature was the hammer's constant white-hot light, the occasional blue lightning arcs, and the red flames covering the entire hammer!

This golden hammer, with its dazzling light, burning flames, and sparking electric arcs, was clearly no ordinary weapon!

"This is my Martial Soul…"

Yun Chuan looked at the hammer that had fallen to the ground and caused numerous cracks in the solid floor. He instinctively bent down and reached for the hammer's handle.

The moment he gripped the handle, he felt a connection, as if the hammer was an extension of his body. It felt as though he could lift it whenever he wanted.

As for the flames and lightning on the hammer, they couldn't hurt him, because it was his Martial Soul, an extension of himself. How could he harm himself?

Yun Chuan tightened his grip on the golden hammer handle and tried to lift it with both hands. However, the hammer remained completely immovable. It was as if the hammer had rooted itself into the ground!

(End of Chapter)