Douluo V: Daily Intelligence - I Want All of Tang San's Opportunities

Su Yuntao set off that afternoon.

Holy Soul Village is seventy miles from Notting City, not too far, but the road is very difficult to travel. After leaving the city, it is all dirt road, full of potholes, making it quite difficult to walk. Su Yuntao traveled south and did not arrive at Holy Soul Village until evening.

Holy Soul Village is a small village under the Fasno Province, with a population of only over three hundred households. Outside the village are large areas of farmland. At the entrance of the village is an old, crooked tree. Under the tree, several old men sit on stones smoking pipes. When they see him coming over wearing the deacon uniform of the Spirit Hall, they quickly get up to greet him.

"Sir, you must be the deacon from the Spirit Hall?" An old man dressed in coarse cloth stepped forward with a smile on his face. "I am Village Chief Jack. You must have had a long journey."

Su Yuntao smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: "Village Chief Jack, you're too kind. I'm Su Yuntao, in charge of this year's Martial Soul Awakening in the village. Shall we rest in the village tonight and begin tomorrow morning?"

"Alright, alright!" Village Chief Jack nodded repeatedly, leading him into the village while explaining, "There are eight children who will awaken this year. I'll go and inform their families in a bit, and they'll gather in the center of the village first thing tomorrow morning."

Su Yuntao followed behind the village chief, his gaze sweeping around the village, intentionally or unintentionally.

The village of Shenghun was quiet at dusk, with wisps of smoke rising from chimneys as every household prepared their meals.

He noticed a large iron hammer hanging at the entrance of the blacksmith shop at the east end of the village. The furnace was not lit, and the shop was dark inside, but the door was ajar.

That must be Tang Hao's blacksmith shop.

Su Yuntao silently noted the location in his mind, asked no further questions, and followed Village Chief Jack to his side room to settle down.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Su Yuntao got up early, washed his face, changed into his steward's uniform, took the soul tool for awakening, and followed Village Chief Jack to the Spirit Hall in the center of the village.

Eight children stood in a row in the center of the field, looking up at him with their little heads tilted up, their eyes full of curiosity and nervousness.

Su Yuntao's gaze swept across each of the little faces, finally settling on the child on the far left.

The child was wearing faded old clothes with the cuffs rolled up twice, revealing a slender wrist. He had delicate features and short, slightly messy hair, but his eyes were very bright. He stood there quietly, unlike the other children who were looking around.

Su Yuntao's heart skipped a beat.

Tang San.

This is Tang San.

The man who will stand at the top of Douluo Continent in the future, the chosen one who single-handedly turned the Spirit Hall upside down.

She stood quietly in front of him, six years old, thin and small, not much different from a wolf cub that had just learned to stand.

Su Yuntao took a deep breath to suppress the excitement in his heart.

To be honest, Su Yuntao didn't really like Tang San. No matter how many problems the Spirit Hall had, its existence itself was a form of order.

You can change things, but you can't just destroy without rebuilding.

How did the evil soul masters come about after Douluo Continent?

Ultimately, the root of the problem lies with Tang San.

Of course, no matter how many flaws Tang San has, it doesn't change the fact that he is now Su Yuntao's golden ally.

Looking at Tang San's calm face, Su Yuntao silently thought to himself:

"To be honest, in the original story, the original owner of this body identified your Blue Silver Grass as a useless martial soul because he was not skilled enough. But a useless Blue Silver Grass martial soul is indeed the safest option for you at the moment, and it also saves you from being targeted by multiple forces when you are weak. But now, since the system has said that the greater the impact on your life, the more rewards I can get, then you can't blame me."

Su Yuntao's lips curled up slightly.

The more intense the heat, the more dramatic Tang San's fate becomes, and the more fortune he can gain from it.

As for whether Tang San can withstand the risks that come with it?

Then he doesn't need to worry about it at all. The protagonist is destined to die, how could he die so easily?

"Sir," Chief Jack whispered, "May we begin?"

Su Yuntao snapped out of his daze and nodded: "Okay, one at a time."

As he spoke, he opened a package on the table beside him and took out two items: six black, round stones and a shiny blue crystal ball.

The awakening ceremony proceeded smoothly. The first seven children stood in the middle of six dark, round stones, and Su Yuntao activated their martial spirits one by one. The sickles, hoes, and small hammers were all ordinary items, and their soul power was also mediocre, mostly between the first and second level of the innate realm, with nothing particularly outstanding.

It's the last child's turn.

Tang San stepped forward, stood in the center of the arena, and looked up at Su Yuntao with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness in his eyes.

Su Yuntao gave Tang San a deep look, trying his best to maintain the composure expected of a deacon:

"Stretch out your hand."

Tang San did as instructed and extended his right hand.

Su Yuntao took a deep breath and channeled his soul power into the six round stones.

As soul power was injected, the pale golden light shone again, and a layer of golden radiance was released from the six stones, forming a golden light shield that enveloped Tang San.

The next moment, golden light spots merged into Tang San's hand, and a small, blue grass slowly appeared in his palm. Its leaves were slender, and its whole body emitted a soft blue light, full of vitality.

The light was more than twice as bright as the martial spirits of the previous children; it was so dazzling that everyone present could see it clearly.

Village Chief Jack leaned forward for a look, his expectation immediately vanished, and he shook his head and sighed:

"Sigh, it's Blue Silver Grass... a useless martial soul, what a pity."

Several children who had just awakened their martial spirits nearby also started chattering amongst themselves:

"Blue Silver Grass? Isn't that just roadside weeds?"

"My dad said Blue Silver Grass is the most useless martial soul."

"Tang San is so pitiful..."

Tang San's small hands clenched slightly, and the light in his eyes dimmed a little.

But he didn't cry or speak; he just quietly looked at the swaying little grass in his palm, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Su Yuntao saw all of this and sighed inwardly.

Even the protagonist destined for greatness cannot remain indifferent when publicly called a "useless martial soul".

He crouched down, looked Tang San in the eye, and spoke in a much gentler tone than before:

"Tang San, remember this: there are no bad spirits, only bad spirit masters. Although Blue Silver Grass may look ordinary, as long as you put in the effort, even a useless spirit can forge a different path."

Tang San looked up at him, and a glimmer of light rekindled in his bright black eyes.

"Moreover," Su Yuntao continued, "although Blue Silver Grass is not very aggressive, its resilience and vitality are unmatched by many martial souls. If used properly, control, entanglement, and binding are all good development directions. As long as you are strong enough, there is no useless martial soul."

Tang San paused for a moment, as if carefully processing those words, then nodded vigorously:

"Thank you, Uncle, I'll remember that."

Su Yuntao stood up, took out the soul power testing crystal ball, and gestured with his chin towards Tang San:

"Come on, let's test your soul power."