Douluo: Villain Simulator, Starting with an Iron Sword Martial Soul

"Innate soul power, level two."

This time, the main hall was even quieter than before.

Innate Soul Power Level 2.

Ordinary Iron Sword Martial Soul.

This result has practically sealed Lu Changsheng's future.

In a remote village, having a level two innate soul power might be considered acceptable.

But this is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

What this place has no shortage of is talent and resources.

Even if a disciple with an Iron Sword Martial Soul and a level two innate Soul Power works hard, he will most likely only become an ordinary guard in the future.

Whether they can even break through to the Soul Master level is a question.

Lu Changsheng put away his martial spirit and stepped down from the awakening platform.

Just now, someone tried to comfort him.

But when the words were on the tip of my tongue, I didn't know how to say them.

Grade 2 congenital.

This gap can no longer be bridged by a few words like "just try your best".

Lu Changsheng walked back to his original position.

Ning Rongrong was standing there.

She looked at Lu Changsheng with a complicated expression on her face.

She is a genius with innate soul power at level nine, and a little princess praised by everyone.

Lu Changsheng, however, only possessed a level two innate soul power Iron Sword Martial Soul.

The difference is too obvious.

It was so obvious that even Ning Rongrong, a six-year-old child, could clearly sense it.

"Lu Changsheng".

She frowned and said in a low voice, "How come your innate soul power is only level two?"

Lu Changsheng opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.

Ning Rongrong glanced at his empty right hand and couldn't help but say:

"And it's an iron sword."

These words were like a needle, gently piercing Lu Changsheng's heart.

Lu Changsheng was silent for a moment, then said, "I didn't expect that either."

Ning Rongrong was somewhat unhappy.

Her mood was as if she had been hit by a failed expectation.

"I thought you were going to awaken a very powerful sword spirit."

Several of the direct descendants nearby couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.

“Miss Rongrong, this can also be considered a sword martial spirit.”

"Yes, an iron sword."

"It's just a bit weak."

Ning Rongrong felt a little embarrassed.

She had just told others that Lu Changsheng would protect her from now on.

But now, the result of Lu Changsheng's awakening is really too bad.

Grade 2 congenital.

Iron Sword Martial Soul.

How could someone with such talent possibly protect her?

She possesses the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, which grants her innate soul power at level nine. Therefore, her future bodyguards should at least be the most powerful geniuses in the sect.

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips and suddenly took half a step back.

"Lu Changsheng, you should focus on your cultivation from now on."

Lu Changsheng looked up at her.

Ning Rongrong avoided his gaze and whispered:

"I'm sure I'll be amazing in the future."

"If you continue to be this weak, then don't follow me anymore."

This sentence was spoken very softly.

It was as light as a child's impulsive remark.

But to Lu Changsheng's ears, it was even more grating than the mockery from before.

He looked at Ning Rongrong, the girl who had dragged him to the back mountain when they were little, who had stuffed the pastries she couldn't finish into his hands, and who had hidden behind him when they got into trouble. Now she was standing in front of everyone, her face showing a hint of disgust and disappointment.

Lu Changsheng suddenly understood.

In the Douluo Continent, feelings are precious. But talent is more realistic; without strength, even childhood friendships will gradually change.

He lowered his head and said softly:

"I see."

Seeing Lu Changsheng's reaction, Ning Rongrong seemed to realize that she had spoken too harshly.

But she had been spoiled since childhood, and was proud and concerned about her image. In the end, she did not bow her head and apologize. She just snorted and turned to run to the other side.

There were many disciples from various sects who had just awakened their talents, and they were congratulating her. Soon, Ning Rongrong was surrounded by the crowd again.

Lu Changsheng stood there, as if he had been forgotten in a corner.

After the awakening ceremony, the children left the main hall one after another.

Those with high innate soul power were taken away by their elders with smiles.

Those who awaken the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda will be added to the list of key trainees by the steward.

Next to Lu Changsheng's name, only a few simple lines of text were left.

Disciple from outside the family.

Martial Soul: Iron Sword.

Innate Soul Power: Level 2.

Recommendation: Enter the outer academy to cultivate basic skills, and then, depending on performance, arrange for training in the guard direction.

Protect the direction.

These four words, though seemingly light, almost completely overwhelmed all of Lu Changsheng's future possibilities.

…………

evening.

Lu Changsheng sat alone on the stone steps behind the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The setting sun cast its golden light upon the distant glazed palace, making the entire complex gleam with a magnificent splendor.

That is the true core of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi is there.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo are there.

Ning Rongrong will stand there in the future.

Lu Changsheng knew that from this day forward, the distance between him and that place had been completely widened by a small soul power crystal.

Innate Level 9 and Innate Level 2.

A seven-jeweled glazed pagoda and an ordinary iron sword.

This is a gap that cannot be easily bridged by the word "effort".

Lu Changsheng looked down at his hands.

His hands were very white and clean.

Before today, Ning Rongrong always said that his hands were beautiful.

The hands didn't look like those of a guard; they looked more like those of a literate young nobleman from a sect.

But after today.

What he held in that hand seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary iron sword.

He suddenly felt like laughing.