Douluo Continent: From Rusty Spear to Emperor-Slaying Spear

Chapter 1 The Iron-Rusted Spear Martial Soul

Douluo Continent, south of Hanhai City, Blue Fish Village

"Clang, clang clang..."

A six-year-old boy, who was 1.23 meters tall, with a handsome face and a physique more than twice as strong as his peers, was rhythmically striking a large machete on an anvil with a 20-30 pound iron hammer.

"This order has finally been completed ahead of schedule!"

The boy's name was Ji Wuming. He was a transmigrator from Earth who, while forging the Longquan sword by hand, became so obsessed with the peerless swords in martial arts novels that he ultimately sacrificed himself to feed on the sword and arrived in this world.

Like most transmigrators, he started out orphaned, but unlike others, the Ji family owned the only blacksmith workshop in the surrounding villages.

If villagers' farm tools were damaged, they would come to the blacksmith's shop for repairs. Ji Wuming, having experience in forging from his previous life, had been self-reliant since his parents died at sea when he was five, making a living by blacksmithing.

Initially, the villagers felt sorry for Ji Wuming and frequented the blacksmith shop. They thought the ironware he made was not very good, but to their surprise, the quality of the finished ironware far surpassed that of the past, and the reputation of Ji's blacksmith shop spread wider and wider. However, the casting speed was a bit slow.

"Xiao Ji, hurry up and get ready to go to the Spirit Awakening Hall with your grandfather. The Spirit Masters from the Spirit Hall will be arriving soon, so don't miss your Spirit Awakening time!"

The old village chief, leaning on his cane, looked at Ji Wuming, who was shirtless and holding a large cleaver, and shook his head helplessly. It was truly a hard life for this child to have to make a living as a blacksmith since he was only five years old.

"Alright, Village Chief, I'll get ready and be right there!" Ji Wuming said to the Village Chief with a smile.

He was still very much looking forward to the awakening of his martial soul. Although his parents' martial souls were both useless harpoons, he was, after all, a transmigrator.

As the saying goes, the poor rely on mutation, the rich rely on reproduction, and transmigrators rely on the luck and fortune of another world. If they cannot awaken a powerful mutated martial soul, then they must rely on their original martial soul.

Soon, Ji Wuming, dressed in his new clothes, arrived with the village chief outside the Martial Soul Awakening Hall in the center of the village.

A young man dressed in the Spirit Hall uniform, carrying an exquisite wooden box, approached. The village chief quickly stepped forward and said...

"Soul Master, all the children who are suitable for awakening this year are here."

The Spirit Hall master glanced at all the children present, nodded silently, then pushed open the door of the Awakening Hall and walked inside.

The interior of the main hall was simple and unadorned, almost indistinguishable from an ordinary house. The thirteen children present were very excited, filled with anticipation for their soon-to-awaken martial spirits.

"My name is Jiang Ping, a level 25 Great Soul Master. I am your guide for awakening your Martial Soul. Don't be afraid no matter what you see later."

As Jiang Ping set up the awakening array, he patiently explained basic martial spirit knowledge to the children.

"Martial Soul, Possess!"

A jet-black seahorse phantom appeared behind him, its aura becoming somewhat terrifying. Then, two distinct spirit rings, one white and one yellow, appeared beneath his feet.

Some of the more timid children present were still frightened and cried.

"This is my martial soul, the seahorse. If any of you can awaken your martial soul and possess soul power, you can join our Spirit Hall."

After Jiang Ping finished speaking, he injected a wisp of soul power into the awakening array, looked at the first child in the line, and said...

"Child, you go first!"

The crying child slowly walked into the Martial Soul Awakening Formation, and a phantom of a seahorse appeared behind the child.

"Seahorse, the same martial soul as mine? Looks good," Jiang Ping thought to himself.

Jiang Ping looked at the child, whose sorrow had turned to joy, and said, "Child, your martial soul is a seahorse. Try to communicate with your martial soul and put it away. Then we'll test your soul power. Once you have soul power, you can become a soul master!"

"Um!"

The child continued, placing his right hand on the blue crystal ball. After waiting for a while, no light appeared. Jiang Ping shook his head, somewhat disappointed.

"Child, you lack soul power and cannot become a Soul Master."

"Next!"

Jiang Ping continued to complete the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony for the children.

"Harpoon, no soul power."

"The fishing net has no soul power."

"Blue Silver Grass has no soul power."

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Soon, half an hour passed, and the awakening of the martial souls of the thirteen children ended one after another. The vast majority of the children had ocean-type martial souls without any soul power, but there were also some Blue Silver Grass, which is considered a standard useless martial soul on the continent.

Seeing this, Jiang Ping had already given up hope for the village. He looked at Ji Wuming, who was a head taller than the average child.

"Well, there's only one left to go. I'll guess it'll be another ordinary person who can't become a Soul Master. I just hope that a Soul Master will appear in the next village."

After all, as long as a Soul Master is awakened, even if a Martial Soul Awakener like him, who cannot even reach the level of Soul Venerable, cannot get the opportunity to advance, he will still receive a reward of 3 Gold Soul Coins if the awakened child has only one level of innate Soul Power and joins the Spirit Hall. This is equivalent to the income of an ordinary family for one or two years, and the reward is directly provided by the Spirit Hall.

"Child, come here!" Jiang Ping beckoned to Ji Wuming.

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuming immediately stepped forward and entered the magic array. Instantly, golden light shone brightly within the array, and a warm, soothing aura flowed through his body, making him feel extremely comfortable.

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Soon, Ji Wuming sensed something profound and incredibly powerful trying to burst forth from his body, something he couldn't suppress.

"Is this the prelude to the awakening of a martial soul? It's a pity there's only one martial soul."

As soon as Ji Wuming finished muttering to himself, a spear made entirely of an unknown metal appeared in the palm of his right hand.

"I thought this commotion was some kind of powerful martial spirit, but it turned out to be just this—"

Ji Wuming looked down at the martial spirit in his hand, extremely disappointed. The martial spirit I awakened was actually a rusty spear. The shaft was riddled with holes, and the tip of the spear was not only missing in many places, but almost entirely made of rust. It was as if God was not giving me any face!

No, the spearhead has rust on it, making it a deadly weapon, especially a classic tetanus strike.

"Cough!" Jiang Ping looked at the broken spear in Ji Wuming's hand with great curiosity. This was one of the few mutated martial souls he had encountered in his five years of practice.

Although this broken spear looks extremely fragile and could break at the slightest touch, people with mutated martial souls have a very high chance of becoming soul masters.

"Child, come and test your soul power!"

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuming was not discouraged. Although his martial soul was a broken spear, the rust on it had a special function. Even without soul power and unable to become a soul master, he could still kill most soul beasts under 50 years old.

He immediately absorbed his martial spirit into his body, placed his right hand on the crystal ball, and the blue light began to brighten until it occupied one-third of the crystal ball's volume before slowly stopping.

"He really does have innate soul power, and it's even level three soul power."

Jiang Ping was extremely happy at this moment. Although his soul power level was not high, he had at least awakened a child with soul power.

"What? Only level three!"

Although Ji Wuming had prepared for the worst, he still felt somewhat devastated when he realized that he had only awakened level three soul power.

(End of this chapter)