Douluo Continent: The Silver Winged Star, a Night of Clan Extermination at the Start!

"Innate full soul power?!"

Shui Yue'er exclaimed in surprise, and even Shui Bing'er covered her mouth, her eyes showing astonishment.

Shui Linglong paused slightly as she held the teacup, and her gaze towards Bai Chen completely changed.

A person with innate full soul power is extremely rare, even on the entire continent.

In the hundreds of years since its founding, Tianshui Academy has only produced two students with innate full soul power. After they grew up, they became the pillars of the academy.

This child actually possesses innate full soul power?

"I wonder... what is your martial soul, young friend Bai?"

Shui Linglong put down her teacup, her tone unconsciously becoming more serious.

Possessing innate full soul power, one's martial soul quality is absolutely extraordinary.

Bai Chen remained silent for a moment. The Heavenly Comet Dragon Martial Soul was too special; once revealed, it would inevitably attract attention.

However, concealing it now might not be good if it gets out later.

After a moment's hesitation, he extended his right hand.

Suddenly, the Heavenly Comet Martial Soul was summoned and appeared on his arm.

In an instant, the phantom of silvery-white dragon scales appeared and disappeared beneath the skin of his arm, and a faint crimson light emanated from his fingertips. A scorching and sharp aura permeated the cool carriage.

Although faint, it caused both Shui Linglong and Shui Bing'er to feel a slight discomfort.

That's a natural incompatibility based on attributes.

"This is……"

A glint flashed in Shui Linglong's eyes, and her soul power flowed naturally, counteracting the discomfort.

She carefully sensed that aura—scorching, violent, yet carrying a metallic, cold sharpness, contradictory yet unified.

"A dragon-type martial soul? But this aura..."

"It's a dragon-type, mutated martial soul."

Bai Chen withdrew his soul power, and his aura dissipated.

"A mutated dragon martial soul, with innate full soul power..."

Shui Linglong murmured, giving Bai Chen a deep look.

This child is far more than just a distant relative of the Power Clan.

"The inherited martial spirit of the Power Clan is the Mighty Ape, which has nothing to do with dragons."

"Moreover, although that aura was weak just now, its quality was so high that even she, a Soul Saint, felt a slight tremor in her heart."

Dragon Martial Soul...

She suddenly remembered a letter she had received a few days ago from a friend in Tiandou City.

The letter mentioned that the four major clans have been searching for those who went missing in that great battle.

It is said that one of the white crane's young grandchildren has gone missing, and his fate is unknown.

The child's mother came from the exterminated Dragon Eagle Clan, which happened to be related to the Dragon Martial Soul.

And that child, if he were still alive, would be six or seven years old this year...

Shui Linglong's gaze fell on Bai Chen's face: his exquisite features, calm eyes, and a composure beyond his years... A vague guess emerged in her mind.

But she didn't say it out loud.

If this child is indeed the last surviving member of the Min clan, his identity is too sensitive, involving the Clear Sky Sect and the Spirit Hall.

The less trouble, the better.

"A very powerful martial spirit."

Shui Linglong simply nodded in the end, her tone returning to its usual calm.

"It is even rarer to have innate full soul power. Since you are going to the Power Clan, the Titan Clan Chief is knowledgeable and experienced, and will surely be able to find you a good teacher to properly train you."

"Thank you for Dean Shui's kind words." Bai Chen nodded slightly.

The carriage fell silent for a moment.

Shuiyue'er wanted to ask something else, but her sister stopped her with a look.

Shui Bing'er was perceptive and noticed that her aunt's attitude was different, so she stopped talking and just silently observed Bai Chen.

This boy, who looked to be about her age, always gave her a strange feeling, as if... he was hiding a lot of secrets.

The carriage moved smoothly.

Soon, the towering and majestic Tiandou City Wall came into view.

At the city gate, carriages and people thronged, queuing to enter the city.

Let's part ways here.

Shui Linglong gestured for Aunt Rong, who was driving, to stop the car, and spoke gently to Bai Chen.

"The Power Clan's residence is in the south of the city. After you enter the city, go straight along the main road, turn right after three intersections, and you will see a mansion with a giant hammer symbol."

"Thank you for your guidance, Dean Shui, and thank you all for your kind ride."

Bai Chen bowed again and jumped off the carriage.

"Brother Bai Chen, come visit Tianshui Academy sometime!"

Shuiyue leaned out of the car window and waved with a smile.

Shui Bing'er nodded slightly in greeting.

Bai Chen stood by the roadside, watching the light blue carriage merge into the flow of traffic entering the city and disappear into the huge city gate.

He let out a soft breath, straightened his clothes, gripped the Swift Token in his sleeve, and strode toward the city gate.

Tianshui Academy, Shui Linglong, Shui Bing'er, Shui Yue'er...

We met by chance today.

For them, it was just a small act of kindness.

But in the future, he hopes that when he sees him again, he will be a different person.

Ahead, the enormous shadow of the Heavenly Dou Imperial City loomed over them.

The city gate is deep and narrow, like the mouth of a giant beast.

The Power Clan, the Titans, the Agility Clan, Grandfather White Crane...

Bai Chen straightened his still thin back and walked into the shadows.

His journey has only just begun.

......

The prosperity of Tiandou Imperial City far surpasses that of Soto City.

The towering, gray-blue city wall, hundreds of meters high, stands majestically. At the city gate, carriages and people come and go in an endless stream. Guards in bright silver armor stand solemnly with halberds in hand, checking the passersby.

Bai Chen paid the entrance fee and followed the flow of people into the heart of this empire.

The city streets are wide and flat, wide enough for eight horse-drawn carriages to travel side by side.

The buildings on both sides are lined up one after another, wine flags are fluttering, and the shop signs are shining with gold paint in the sunlight.

The air was filled with various aromas: the scent of freshly baked pastries, cosmetics, wine, and the salty smell from distant seas—the rare goods brought by the Sea Soul Masters.

The elegantly dressed Soul Masters mingled shoulder to shoulder with ordinary people, and occasionally a lavishly decorated carriage would pass by with its retinue, causing pedestrians to quickly give way.

Bai Chen kept his eyes straight ahead and followed the direction indicated by Shui Linglong, walking straight along the main road.

He walked at a leisurely pace, trying his best to blend into the crowd and avoid attracting attention.

But a six or seven-year-old child walking alone still stands out in this bustling imperial city.

He could feel several probing gazes falling on him, some curious, some pitying, and some maliciously scrutinizing.

He tightened the bundle on his shoulder and gripped the Swift token in his sleeve even tighter.

After crossing three intersections and turning right, the street scene suddenly changes.

This area is no longer a commercial district lined with shops, but a relatively quiet residential area.

The streets paved with bluestone slabs are wide and clean, with towering courtyard walls on both sides, majestic gate towers, and stone lions guarding them, clearly indicating that this is the gathering place of high-ranking officials, nobles, and Soul Master families.

Bai Chen slowed his pace, his gaze sweeping over the plaques on the gates of the mansions.

Most mansions had servants guarding their gates.

After walking about half a street, a particularly grand mansion came into view.

Unlike other mansions, the gatehouse of this residence is not in an exquisite style with carved beams and painted rafters, but is built of a single huge stone, making it rugged and heavy.

Above the door hangs a plaque made of black iron, inscribed with three powerful characters: "The Clan of Strength".

Below the plaque, a pair of huge warhammer reliefs are carved in a cross shape. The hammers are covered with ancient patterns. Although they are just stone carvings, they exude a powerful and majestic aura.

On either side of the gate stood a burly man.

Both men were over two meters tall, with bulging muscles that stretched their standard tight-fitting clothes taut.

They were not wearing armor, but the veins on their bare forearms were bulging, making them stand there like two iron towers, their eyes sharp as eagles.

Bai Chen stepped forward, stopped five steps from the gate, and bowed slightly.

"Brothers, I am Bai Chen. I have something to ask Chief Titan."

The two guards exchanged a glance, and the one on the left laughed, speaking in a deep, booming voice.

"Little brat, what business do you have with the clan chief? The clan chief is very busy; he's not someone anyone can just see whenever they want."

"Young man, I have important business to discuss with Chief Titan in person."

Bai Chen's voice was calm.

"This matter concerns an old friend, so please inform the two elder brothers."

"Old friend?"

The guard on the right frowned and looked Bai Chen up and down. Seeing that he was dressed plainly and was very young, he shook his head.

"The clan chief is currently overseeing the forging of a batch of important weapons in the forge. He has instructed that no outsiders be received. If you have any tokens or visiting cards, you may leave them here. The clan chief will examine them when he has time."

Bai Chen remained silent for a moment, then reached into his robes—not to take out the crude wooden plaque, but to slowly pull out the Swift Token from his inner pocket.

The token is warm to the touch, neither gold nor jade, and feels slightly cool to the touch.

On the front, a swift spreads its wings as if about to take flight, with smooth and dynamic lines, and every feather is clearly visible, as if it is about to break through the card at any moment.

On the back, there is a flowing "white" character, with strokes like a sword, subtly revealing its sharpness.

He held the token flat in his palm and handed it forward.

"Could this item be used as a token of love?"

The two guards' gazes fell on the token, initially casually, then suddenly froze.

The guard on the left reached out to take it, but as soon as his fingertips touched the token, he pulled back as if he had been electrocuted, and a look of surprise and uncertainty appeared on his face.

"This...this is..."

His voice tightened as he looked at his companion.

The guard on the right was clearly more composed. He carefully examined the token for a few moments, and his expression gradually became serious.

He took a deep breath and said to Bai Chen in a deep voice.

"Young man, where did you get this?"

"A family heirloom." Bai Chen retrieved the token and held it in his palm.

"My name is Bai Chen, and my ancestor was Bai He."

"white crane?!"

Both guards gasped in unison, their eyes filled with horror.

They exchanged a glance and both saw the shock and disbelief in each other's eyes.

Is the Min clan the chief of the White Crane clan?

But Chief Baihe only has one granddaughter named Bai Chenxiang, and no grandsons!