Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 187 Yu Xiaogang's Unfulfilled Talent! Qian Renxue's Martial Soul Awakens!

At this moment, the dark clouds above Thunder Valley gradually dispersed.

Above this Thunder Prison, where dark clouds always loomed overhead, even a patch of holy light was cast down.

Yu Zhentian looked up at the holy light, his hands trembling as he clasped them together and said:
"Thanks to our ancestors for their blessings, and thanks to our forefathers for their wise choice of this location... This Thunder Prison is indeed a blessed land for our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

It should be noted that a 33-year-old Title Douluo is an unprecedented miracle in the entire Douluo Continent.

Yu Zhentian could even imagine that within the next hundred years, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would stand at the pinnacle of the Soul Master world because of Yu Xiaolie.

Yu Zhenhai, who was standing to the side, could no longer contain himself and grabbed Yu Xiaolie's sleeve, pulling them down the mountain.
"Let's go! What are you all standing around for? This is such a joyous occasion, let's hurry down the mountain and tell everyone!"

Yu Xiaolie was pulled down the mountain by his second grandfather, shaking his head and laughing helplessly.

I've been in seclusion for three years, and I wonder how they are doing: Ah Yin, Shui Qing'er... and Tang Yuehua, whom I haven't seen in a long time.

I'll find a chance to visit her when I come down the mountain this time; after all, we made a promise to each other.

Thinking of the three of them, Yu Xiaolie's lips unconsciously curled up slightly.

……

at the same time.

In the afternoon at Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, the sunlight lazily spilled onto the stone paths of the campus.

The students walked in twos and threes, their laughter and playful chatter rising and falling.

However, in a corner of the teaching building, in a slightly old classroom, came a passionate speech.

"Students, do you know what the ten core competencies of a martial spirit are?"

The speaker was Yu Xiaogang.

Just half a month ago, Yu Xiaogang was criticized for not teaching according to the textbook and always boasting about his theoretical knowledge.

The dean had no choice but to remove him from his position as a teacher.

However, seeing his obsession with theoretical knowledge, they didn't kick him out, but instead arranged this private office for him.

Since then, Yu Xiaogang has spent his days holed up in his office, continuing to refine his theoretical research.

In his spare time, he would come out and try to recruit students to become his disciples.

"..."

No one in the classroom answered.

Yu Xiaogang remained calm and explained, "The ten core competencies of my martial spirit are the culmination of my life's work!"

As he spoke, he took out the yellowed notebook and said:
"Although your martial souls are all very ordinary, I have said before that there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters!"
As long as you grasp the essence of my theory, even the most ordinary martial soul can unleash unimaginable power!
So, would you like to become my disciples?

The students sitting opposite him exchanged glances, and one of the chubby boys secretly yawned.

Upon seeing this, Yu Xiaogang frowned and suddenly called out a name:

"Wang Sheng! Your Battle Tiger Martial Soul is of far superior quality to that of other students. If you cultivate according to my theories, you will at least be able to break through to the Soul Master level in the future!"

Wang Sheng, whose name was called, shuddered, scratched his head awkwardly, and said:
"Um... Teacher Yu, I think the current course is quite good. I don't want to add more homework. In comparison, I'd rather train in practical skills..."

As a work-study student, Wang Sheng was constantly bullied by the city lord's son and others, and all he wanted was to improve his combat skills as soon as possible.

Yu Xiaogang's face stiffened, but quickly he took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm:

"Practical experience is certainly important, but without theoretical support, it's ultimately just a castle in the air. Think about it, if you don't even understand the essence of a martial spirit, how can you unleash its true potential?"

The students exchanged bewildered glances, and finally one of them muttered under his breath, "But these theories... they're either things that were taught in class, or they're unproven..."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale instantly.

An awkward silence fell over the classroom.

A moment later, the students stood up and hurriedly left, making an excuse that they "had class to attend."

Before they had gone far, they could hear the students whispering among themselves. "He's always bragging about his theories, and his martial spirit is just like a pig's..."

"Exactly, a 'master' indeed? More like a clown!"

The footsteps faded into the distance. Yu Xiaogang sat stiffly in his chair, his gaze turning cold, and muttered:
"Hmph, blind fools. Wait until I teach a god who will shock the world of soul masters... and you'll regret it to death."

He raised his head, his gaze passing through the window to the distant sky, as if staring at a future that had not yet appeared.

"At that time, you will know whether I am a master of theory or not!"

……

Wuhun Temple.

Inside the magnificent Elder Hall, a golden dome cast a sacred glow, six enormous angelic pillars encircled the central awakening array, and faint fluctuations of soul power permeated the air.

Qian Daoliu, dressed in a white robe with snow-white hair, solemnly held the hand of a little girl and slowly walked towards the center of the magic array.

The little girl was about six years old. Her long golden hair fell like sunlight, and her snow-white skirt reached her ankles, making her look as delicate as a porcelain doll. Her fair face showed a hint of nervousness, yet also revealed an innate nobility—it was Qian Renxue.

The six enshrined deities stood on either side, their eyes fixed intently on the scene.

Pope Qian Xunji stood behind Qian Daoliu, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the scepter, his eyes filled with anticipation and anxiety, as if he were the one participating in the awakening of the martial spirit.

The solemn and dignified atmosphere made people unconsciously hold their breath.

"Xiaoxue, relax." Qian Daoliu's voice was deep and gentle as he gently placed his palm on her back.

"No matter what happens, you just need to focus on feeling the power in your blood."

Qian Renxue nodded and obediently closed her eyes.

Immediately, no one dared to speak, and even their breathing became heavy.

As a thousand streams of soul power were injected, the magic array suddenly lit up, and countless golden light spots rose from the ground, swirling around Qian Renxue like stars.

Suddenly, a blinding golden light burst forth from her body—

"Qiang!"

A pair of pure white wings unfurled from her back, followed by a second pair, and a third pair!

The phantom of the six-winged angel martial spirit solidified behind her, and a holy light enveloped it, making the entire Elder Hall appear like a divine realm.

"A six-winged angel...it really is a six-winged angel!" the Third Elder, Azure Phoenix Douluo, exclaimed in shock.

Qian Daoliu's pupils suddenly contracted, and a slight tremor appeared on his usually calm face.

Qianxun suddenly took a step forward, slamming his scepter onto the ground with a thud, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Great! Xiaoxue has successfully awakened the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul!"

Everyone was overjoyed.

Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes and curiously turned her head to look at her wings.

At this moment, Qian Daoliu took out a crystal for testing soul power and handed it to Qian Renxue, saying softly:

"Xiaoxue, as we all know, a Soul Master's innate full Soul Power is only level 10. However, our Angel Clan is protected by the gods. Your awakened Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul will definitely start at level 10, and then the innate Soul Power that determines your Martial Soul talent will come into play."

As he spoke, he handed the crystal ball to Qian Renxue:
"Come on, let's test your innate soul power."

Qian Renxue placed her small hand on the crystal ball, and the next moment, the light inside the crystal burst forth like an explosion.

"Level 20! Level 20 innate full soul power!"

The innate full soul power of a god-level martial soul—this talent is even more genius-like than a genius!

Even Qian Daoliu found it unbelievable. After all, he himself was not born with full innate soul power. This granddaughter could only achieve more than him!
In the future, it may even be possible to access the entire legacy of the six-winged angels!

Qian Xunji's breathing became rapid. He strode forward and picked up Qian Renxue in one scoop, his arms bulging with veins from the effort.

He looked down at his daughter and felt that his years of hard work in raising her had not been in vain!
(End of this chapter)