In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 1 Martial Soul Luo Sanpao?!

Martial Soul City, Martial Soul Academy, Library.

"If I were the young sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, awakening an unknown mutated dragon beast martial soul with innate half-level soul power, how would I choose my soul rings?"

"The target is definitely a dragon-type spirit beast, because it's no secret in upper-class society that absorbing high-quality spirit rings of the same type helps with spirit evolution. The key is what kind of spirit ring to absorb."

"Lightning attribute?"

"After all, it was mutated from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Martial Soul. If Sect Master Yu did not suspect that he had been cuckolded, he would most likely make this choice."

"So, that's where the famous 'Fart Like Thunder - Three Cannons That Shake the Heavens and Earth' came from, right?"

"Heh, following the old tradition of Douluo Continent where attributes and names are directly linked, the Golden Sacred Dragon might even have some connection to flames, and perhaps some connection to lightning..."

Thinking of this, the young man leaning against the bookshelf chuckled, picked up a copy of "Mainland Figures" next to him, and skillfully flipped to the page containing information about the "Golden Iron Triangle".

"Liu Erlong, her martial soul is Crimson Dragon, which is also a mutated martial soul of Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex..."

"Flander, Martial Soul Cat-Owl, the 'Flying Horn' of the Golden Iron Triangle..."

"And that soul-binding incantation, 'The sun and moon shine, the golden light turns'..."

As he pondered this, the boy's thoughts gradually drifted away.

One year and three months ago.

Southwest of the Heavenly Dou Empire, in the province of Fasno, lies Shihun Village.

This village is nothing special; it's far less impressive than the neighboring Holy Soul Village.

However, it is worth noting that in recent decades, quite a few Soul Masters have emerged from Soul Village, and even a few Great Soul Masters have appeared. This has undoubtedly made the surrounding villages extremely envious and jealous. As a result, the number of work-study students going to Notting City each year has increased to three, which can be described as a booming development.

On this day, Su Yuntao, a newly appointed deacon of the Notting City Martial Soul Branch Hall, arrived at Shihun Village under the guidance of his seniors and was conducting Martial Soul Awakening for a group of six-year-old children.

"A scythe? It can barely be used as a weapon, but unfortunately it lacks soul power."

"The hoe... has no soul power, so stand aside for now."

"Blue Silver Grass? This isn't a standard useless martial soul..."

As the scene of no children awakening their soul power continued to unfold, a hint of disappointment flashed in Su Yuntao's eyes. He thought to himself, "Is this the renowned Soul Village? It seems this trip is destined to be fruitless."

Soon it was the last child's turn. Su Yuntao looked at him, his anticipation completely gone. As usual, he gestured for the child to stand in the awakening array and said calmly:

"Don't be afraid, close your eyes and feel it carefully."

Immediately, a golden halo emanated from the six black stones, enveloping the child.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the child remained relatively calm, except for a brief moment of excitement at the beginning, which prompted Su Yuntao to raise an eyebrow slightly.

Before he could think further, a flash of light appeared beside the child, and a strange little thing suddenly popped out.

"This is... a Beast Martial Soul?"

Su Yuntao asked somewhat uncertainly.

Looking at the creature before me, which resembled a dog but was the size of a suckling pig, with a body length and waist circumference of no more than half a meter, light purple fur all over its body, two small drooping ears, big dark blue eyes, four short and thick legs, and a bulge on its head.

Su Yuntao didn't even think for a moment about why someone in this small village could awaken such a strange thing as a beast martial soul.

He was simply surprised by the way the little beast appeared. You see, normally a beast spirit can only reveal its full form when it achieves its true form, while a newly awakened one usually only appears as a phantom.

"Holy crap... Luo Sanpao?!"

At this moment, Su Yuntao suddenly saw that the child in front of him, who had been calm, was now full of surprise, and there was a hint of despair in his expression that he could not hide.

"What's wrong?"

Su Yuntao asked, realizing he hadn't clearly heard the child's exclamation.

The child shook his head, naturally suppressing his emotions, and then said, "Big brother, can you test my soul power?"

"Of course."

Hearing that the child didn't call him "uncle," Su Yuntao was taken aback for a moment, then happily handed a blue crystal ball to the child.

Following the method Su Yuntao had taught him earlier, the child retrieved his beast spirit into his body and then placed his little hand on the crystal ball.

A moment later, a faint blue light emanated from inside the crystal ball.

"Innate soul power, 1... No, could it be that this is the legendary innate 'half' soul power?!"

Su Yuntao said incredulously, then glanced at the child with some regret.

It's a real pity. It's rare to awaken a beast spirit. Even if one's innate spirit power reaches level one or two, it would be enough for them to get a decent position in the Spirit Hall, just like him.

Thinking this, Su Yuntao still comforted the child, saying, "It's not bad. At least you've awakened innate soul power, which means that as long as you cultivate diligently in the future, you can become a soul master that everyone admires."

The child nodded and remained silent.

Who could have imagined what he was thinking at that moment?

How could it be Luo Sanpao?

How can it be only half a level of innate talent?

He was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but outwardly he silently stepped aside.

His name is Wang Zhao, and I clearly remember that his name comes from the character "Zhao" created by Wu Zetian. There is definitely no Wu Zetian in this world, so his identity is self-evident.

Perhaps it was time travel, or perhaps it was the awakening of his innate wisdom—who knows? Coincidentally, the character "曌" also exists in the Douluo Continent, so he doesn't need to worry about changing his name.

Of course, that's not important. What's important is that there are countless online novels, and most of the ones he read in his previous life had a cheat system, while he didn't!

Or perhaps, Wang Zhao's only advantage was the few fragmented memories he had of the novel "Douluo Continent".

"I wonder if this is still the Douluo Continent from the novel."

Wang Zhao was often worried. The animated version was fine, but if there were a TV series version of Douluo Continent with "Haotian Bamboo Shoots" that was heavily modified, or a comic version of Douluo Continent with "Bai Chenxiang impersonating Yu Feng", or even countless fan-made versions of Douluo Continent, his only cheat ability would be partially crippled.

It's his own fault for only reading the novel version. He's really not familiar with the TV series and comic versions. The only reason he's heard of them is from some fan fiction. As for fan fiction... he just reads it for fun and moves on. Sometimes he can't even remember the main character's name, let alone the fan fiction author's secondary settings.

Putting those worries aside for now, Wang Zhao's immediate problem is still his own martial spirit.

At this moment, Su Yuntao had already packed everything up, and carrying the package, he came to Wang Zhao, bent down, and asked gently:

"Child, would you like to join the Spirit Hall?"

"This... I need to go back and ask my grandfather."

Wang Zhao hesitated for a moment, deciding not to make a decision so quickly. He could join the Spirit Hall whenever he wanted, but joining meant it would be difficult to extricate himself, and his future would be uncertain. He had to think about all of this carefully.

In short, postponing it for now is the right thing to do.

"Alright then."

Su Yuntao nodded, not pressing him, as he was just asking as usual, and then walked outside.

The door opened, and a simple old man quickly greeted Su Yuntao and the Martial Spirit Hall senior who had guided him through the work. It was none other than John, the village elder of Shihun Village.

"Sir, how is it? How many children in our village will become Soul Masters this year?"

Old John asked, his voice tinged with nervousness and a hint of anticipation.

"There is one."

Su Yuntao responded.

"One is fine, one is good too..."

Old John smiled with satisfaction and then asked:

"How's your talent?"

"It's a beast spirit, but its innate spirit power is a bit low, only..."

"That's alright."

Upon hearing this, Old John interrupted Su Yuntao before he could finish speaking.

"In our village, we're already grateful to be able to awaken innate soul power; we dare not ask for too much."

Su Yuntao glanced at the old village chief, said nothing more, and then left Shihun Village with the senior beside him.

Upon reaching the edge of the village, the elder suddenly stopped, and Su Yuntao had no choice but to stop as well.

"Uncle Li, what's wrong?"

Su Yuntao asked the Spirit Hall senior beside him in surprise, only then realizing that Uncle Li had seemed a bit strange after he had awakened the spirit of the last child.

Uncle Li shook his head, glanced back at Shihun Village meaningfully, and then spoke:

"I've told you the process and route. Now you can go to the next village to awaken your martial soul. I have some urgent business to attend to and need to go there first."

After saying that, before Su Yuntao could even ask questions, he immediately activated his Martial Soul Iron Eagle, spread his wings, and flew away in a flash.

I've recently become quite addicted to Douluo Continent fanfiction, and thinking I could do it myself, I started this new book. Please point out any inaccuracies, and... cough, please be gentle with your criticism.

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