Douluo Continent: From Rusty Spear to Emperor-Slaying Spear

Chapter 29: Possesses talent for swordsmanship, but lacks the heart of a swordsman.

"Grandpa Jack, where's my dad?"

"dad--"

Tang San walked towards the inner room, but found that Tang Hao was not there. Old Jack then handed Tang San a letter.

"Xiao San, this is what your father left you. Why don't you come to my house for dinner today? Tang Hao has never given you a decent meal since you were a child."

Old Jack felt heartbroken thinking about how thin and weak Tang San used to be. Apart from occasionally helping the village with blacksmithing, Tang Hao hadn't taken good care of Tang San at all. Fortunately, he had gone to the Soul Master Academy in Notting City for the past year, which made him a little stronger.

"No, Grandpa Jack, Xiaowu and I will just eat at home."

Upon hearing this, Old Jack walked out of the house with a helpless expression. After Tang San read the letter, he became extremely depressed.

Afterwards, with Xiao Wu's comforting words, their mood improved considerably. Meanwhile, witnessed by a sea of ​​flowers, the two pledged their love to each other and became sworn siblings.

Meanwhile, Ji Wuming, who was in the Western Stone Kingdom, was unaware that Xiao Wu, a 10-year-old soul beast, had become Tang San's brother and sister.

Honestly, how could a 10-year-old soul beast willingly listen to a seven or eight-year-old human child? Has she forgotten that the Soft Bone Rabbit died at the hands of humans? Shouldn't she be accumulating power to avenge her mother? Even if she is not strong enough, she should at least try. How could she trust humans so much?

As expected, the Soft-Boned Rabbit is a love-struck rogue who completely forgets about other important matters!

At this moment, in the very center of the Western Stone Kingdom, all the villagers were gathered around the campfire, feasting on meat and drinking wine, having a wonderful time.

Ji Wuming then told them about everything he had seen and experienced, letting them know about the wonderful life on the mainland. It wasn't until late at night, when the crowd had dispersed, that Ji Wuming returned to his stone house.

The next day, Ji Wuming was awakened early by the noise. When he opened the door, he saw more than thirty children following behind Dali and the old village chief.

"Master Ji, you're awake. Today is the children's weapon awakening day. Would you like to come and take a look?"

Dali, supporting the old village chief, greeted him warmly.

"good!"

Aside from the day of his own martial soul awakening, this was Ji Wuming's second encounter with the martial soul awakening process. Out of concern for the martial soul awakening of the villagers in Xili Stone Kingdom, he gladly went to see them.

They arrived before an enormous stone altar. Ji Wuming and Dali stood to one side, while the old village chief looked on with great delight at the new generation of children in the future village.

"Feel the weapons within your bodies! Concentrate on the idea of ​​splitting the wooden block placed before you."

A short while later, a strong boy appeared with an iron sword in his right hand. As he opened his eyes, he swung his right hand at the 50-decimeter-high cube of wood in front of him.

The wooden block directly in front was split in two, with an extremely clean cut.

"Village chief, old village chief, I did it! I now have the ability to build houses and hunt!"

The child looked around and, realizing he was the first to have a weapon, became even happier.

"Great! I'm the first one. From now on, I'll help the village chief make our village even better."

Ji Wuming stared at the child, dumbfounded. No way! A six-year-old child who had just awakened his martial soul and hadn't even obtained a single soul ring could split open a thick piece of ironwood? Ironwood's hardness was comparable to that of the softest iron, the least hard of all iron types.

Moreover, its split surface is extremely smooth and intact, and even the internal grain of the ironwood is clearly visible.

No wonder the Spirit Hall fears martial spirits. The Western Stone Kingdom is an uncivilized land, a primitive society where sword masters, even children who have just awakened their martial spirits, can rival a one-ring Soul Master.

What if they add more spirit rings to themselves? Then, it would be a piece of cake for a Soul King to fight against a Soul Emperor or a Soul Saint.

To Ji Wuming's surprise, one by one the children on the altar awakened sword-type martial spirits and began to cleave the wooden blocks in front of them. However, very few children were able to split the ironwood in half. This shows that the degree to which they could split the ironwood symbolized their talent.

"Excellent, very excellent!"

The old village chief looked at the child who had split the ironwood last, noting that even that child had a two- or three-centimeter notch in the wood, and was quite satisfied. He thought, "At least this year's children are all doing very well."

"Children, go home!"

Upon hearing this, many children excitedly ran towards their homes, determined to make their parents proud.

As Ji Wuming slowly descended the altar, he looked sincerely at the two village chiefs before him and asked, "Village chiefs, why don't you add your own soul rings and become soul masters?"

"Master Ji, Master Chen once said the same thing to you. We don't want to live the life of Soul Masters, which is full of fighting and killing. We've also gotten used to this carefree life without so much trouble."

Dali patiently explained to Ji Wuming, but Ji Wuming's words reminded him of the time when Master Chen helped them fight against the invasion of the Spirit Hall, also known as the Angel Swordmen, from a distant continent, saving their homeland.

It was from that time that Dali began to practice his kung fu diligently, spending twenty or thirty years to master the eight techniques of splitting rocks, building houses, and hunting.

Ji Wuming shook his head, feeling quite regretful. These carefree citizens of the Western Stone Kingdom, having endured a brutal invasion, still didn't understand the importance of collective change. They possessed such excellent sword-type martial spirits, yet lacked a true sword heart.

A double-edged sword is the way to kill, yet they use it to split mountains and rocks, cut down trees and hunt, which is a real waste of their talent.

"Master Ji, you are a Soul Master. I believe the things left behind by Master Chen will definitely be of help to you. I will take you there."

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After spending more than a day together, Dali and all the citizens of Xili had long regarded Ji Wuming as a friend, not only because he was not a member of the Spirit Hall, but also because he had caused the sea spirit beasts to riot ahead of schedule, and they were able to capture no less than twenty or thirty large sea spirit beasts every day.

This is one of the few opportunities that allows villagers to obtain prey without having to trek over mountains and valleys.

The items left behind by Master Chen were not far from the altar, only about 300 steps away. However, a young boy, not very old, was sitting in front of the stone tablet, staring intently at the inscription.

"This child is..."

Dali sighed and replied, "Alas, this child is the slowest to awaken his weapon among the children of the same batch. He is already eleven years old, but he can't even split a stone, only chop small pieces of wood. And since he was a child, he has greatly admired Master Chen."

Ji Wuming sighed upon hearing this. It seemed that not all the villagers of Xili Stone Kingdom possessed the talent and potential of a Soul King; there were also some weaklings among them.

(End of this chapter)