Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 1 Martial Spirit Awakening
Douluo Continent, Holy Soul Village.

Inside the dilapidated thatched hut, a thinly dressed, somewhat malnourished little boy crawled up from the bedside.

"Where is this?"

Han Tao instinctively scanned his surroundings, paused briefly, and then began to recall his past.

The child's memories were fragmented and incomplete, but he still vaguely learned the key information about "Holy Soul Village".

After a brief moment of thought, Han Tao understood his situation. This was the beginner village of Douluo Continent, and he was an orphan who had grown up relying on the kindness of others.

This dilapidated thatched hut was built with the help of village elder Jack and the villagers.

Old Jack, the village chief, is a kind-hearted man. Han Tao has been able to survive all these years thanks to Old Jack's help.

"Han Tao, are you there? This is Village Chief Jack!"

The village chief's voice came from outside, but Han Tao did not answer; more accurately, he was unable to answer at that moment.

The language system of Douluo Continent is different from that of modern times, and Han Tao has just transmigrated and cannot yet speak the "dialect" of Douluo Continent very well.

Although Han Tao is still very young, as a time traveler, he maintains the highest level of rationality and composure in this extremely unfamiliar place.

He knew that Tang San and Tang Hao were also in Holy Soul Village. If he spoke in a different language, there would be uncontrollable risks, regardless of whether they understood him or not.

But with Old Jack's arrival, he had to deal with it.

Han Tao went out, bowed to the old village chief as a villager would, and then nodded solemnly.

Old Jack was a kind and gentle old man, but he was not shrewd and did not notice Han Tao's unusual behavior.

"Tomorrow is the day of your Martial Soul Awakening, so don't oversleep!"

"If we miss the deadline, we'll have to wait until next year!"

He repeatedly warned and persuaded Han Tao, hoping that Han Tao would take the awakening of his martial soul seriously. Han Tao did not speak or refute, but listened attentively to his admonitions and nodded from time to time.

Han Tao could understand Old Jack's language and even repeat it for a short time; this was due to muscle memory from his mouth.

However, he couldn't organize his thoughts into words; the time he had traveled through time was too short, and Han Tao hadn't fully adapted yet.

After Old Jack left, Han Tao plopped down on the bed and slowly exhaled.

Han Tao began to try speaking in the language of Douluo Continent.

"At worst, we just won't say anything. It's no big deal."

It's normal for a six-year-old child who has lost both parents and has no one to teach him to speak.

The next day.

Led by Old Jack, the village chief, Han Tao arrived at the center of Holy Soul Village, at a slightly less dilapidated thatched hut.

Above the thatched hut hangs a rather elegant plaque with the three large characters "Wuhun Hall" written on it.

Han Tao did not recognize those three characters.

A handsome young man dressed in a white outfit and a black cloak emerged from the thatched hut, and Old Jack began to introduce him to the children:
"This is Su Yuntao, a Battle Soul Master from the Spirit Hall."

Old Jack walked up to the young man, performed a standard greeting, and said, "Thank you for your help this time!"

The villagers of Holy Soul Village were filled with gratitude towards Old Jack, and Old Jack felt the same way about these members of the Spirit Hall.

These low-level Soul Masters from the Spirit Hall come to the village every year to help the children awaken their Martial Souls.

what does this mean?
This means that without this Soul Master, Holy Soul Village would lose all hope.

A hint of pride flickered in Su Yuntao's eyes as he slowly bowed slightly in return.

"I don't have much time, let's begin now!"

Old Jack turned around and began to admonish the children again, saying things like they should cooperate well with the Soul Master.

Then, the first child stepped forward. "Lone Wolf, possess me!"

With a dazzling display of skill, Su Yuntao revealed the first child's martial spirit, which was a scythe.

"Weapon spirit, luck is on my side, but I don't know if it has any spirit power."

But as the tests continued, the light in the child's eyes dimmed.

"No soul power."

The cold words came from Su Yuntao's mouth, and Old Jack led the child aside to comfort him.

The vast majority of people do not have soul power. This Holy Soul Village has not produced a soul master for several generations, and it is likely that this time will be no exception.

Soon, it was Han Tao's turn to awaken his martial soul.

As the light rose, a small blue-silver blade of grass lit up from the obsidian; clearly, this was his martial soul.

"Blue Silver Grass, a useless martial soul, next."

Su Yuntao had no hope; he was even too lazy to help Han Tao test his soul power.

Upon hearing his words, Han Tao immediately became anxious. How could he not test his soul power? What if he had it?

"Could you help me test my soul power?"

What's truly remarkable is that Han Tao actually spoke this time, and in the authentic Douluo Continent language.

There were no errors, and the words were clear.

"All right!"

Su Yuntao's attitude was somewhat casual. He casually helped Han Tao test his soul power, and a faint light shone from the stone pillar.

"Innate Soul Power, Level 1!"

"What good luck, but it's a pity, it's a useless martial soul."

It was clear that Su Yuntao was also very happy.

He traveled to seven villages and finally awakened a soul power in one of them, which was quite rare.

To be honest, he didn't hate his job, but after a long period of hard work without any results, anyone would get tired of it.

Han Tao didn't feel regretful. He didn't think there was anything wrong with Blue Silver Grass. In any case, it was his martial soul.

After his martial soul awakening was complete, Han Tao solemnly bowed to Su Yuntao and then hurriedly left, because it was Tang San's turn to awaken next.

If he were to accidentally see Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer, he might become righteously willing to die, but he can't afford to gamble and doesn't want to gamble now.

Back in his house, Han Tao began to sense his martial spirit and record the changes in his body.

"My physical fitness has improved by about 10%, but the improvement is not obvious and the subtle differences are hard to detect."

After Han Tao transmigrated, he tested his own strength and recorded his original physical attributes as 1.

After awakening his martial soul, he retested his strength, and the value increased to 1.1.

Next, he wanted to figure out whether his physical attributes would become 1.21 or 1.2 if his soul power level increased by one level.

This is an extremely large difference, because the former is exponential growth, while the latter is fixed accumulation, and the difference is huge at higher levels.

"In addition to physical fitness, soul power and mental power also need to be recorded. However, I lack a way to judge mental power, so this research will be put on hold for now."

Han Tao sighed slightly. He was glad that he had awakened his martial spirit, but he was also somewhat saddened by the difficult situation.

Because if he wants to enter the Notting Soul Master Junior Academy, he will also face great risks.

(End of this chapter)