Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Wang Wu put down his bowl, wiped his mouth, and looked at his son: "Tomorrow is the day your martial spirit awakens."

He paused, his voice gentler than usual, and said, "I hope you can awaken your soul power... like your elder brother."

Wang Teng was shoveling the last bite of rice into his mouth when he heard this, so he looked up and said, "I understand, Dad."

"But this isn't something I can just decide to do; it's up to fate."

With that, Wang Teng sighed softly and continued eating.

Before he transmigrated, he was just an ordinary college student who had never practiced any profound skills or internal martial arts techniques. He had no idea what to do about awakening his soul power.

Wang Wu, her father, was just an ordinary person without soul power, so she didn't have any advantage in terms of inheritance.

However, Wang Teng is not entirely without hope.

After all, his elder brother Wang Sheng had innate soul power, although it was only level one, he was still considered a soul master.

Wang Teng's older brother is currently studying in Nottingham.

That's right, he is Wang Sheng, the one who was the leader of the work-study students at Notting College in the original novel.

With an older brother like that in his past, Wang Teng still harbored some hope in his heart.

"How's your practice of the 'Martial Soul Meditation Method' that your older brother brought back before?"

Wang Wu's words pulled him back from his thoughts.

"He specifically instructed me to let you start cultivating as soon as possible."

“Your older brother said that if you can learn to meditate before you awaken, you will definitely save a lot of effort when you have soul power.”

"I have already learned the meditation method that my elder brother gave me. Now I can sit in meditation and enter a state of deep concentration without any problems. I'm just waiting to start practicing it formally after I awaken."

Wang Teng replied, "In addition, I have also read all the knowledge about soul beasts that he copied down."

"So fast? You really memorized it all?"

Wang Wu was somewhat surprised.

"When it comes to remembering things, I feel I'm much better than my older brother."

Wang Teng smiled, a hint of confidence in his eyes.

"That's good."

Wang Wu looked at his son and nodded, the wrinkles on his face smoothing out a bit.

"Oh, right, Dad."

Wang Teng suddenly remembered something and turned to ask, "Has Big Brother reached level ten in cultivation yet?"

"Did you convey what I told him before: never settle for a ten-year soul ring, you have to find a way to get a hundred-year one."

Wang Wu nodded and said, "Don't worry, I've conveyed your message."

"But don't worry too much about your older brother, his personality... sigh."

Wang Wu shook his head, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness.

“Your older brother isn’t very bright, his cultivation is slow, his foundation is mediocre, and he can never calm his mind.”

"When I went to see him this time, he said his soul power was still a little short of level nine."

When asked about his eldest son's progress in cultivation, the father sighed repeatedly.

“It can’t all be blamed on my brother,” Wang Teng said softly. “He said that some students from the city often cause him trouble at the academy, so it’s inevitable that he’ll be distracted.”

"Let's not talk about him anymore." Wang Wu waved his hand. "The hundred-year soul ring you mentioned, that's not something we can just decide to do."

"When I saw your older brother this time, I asked him in detail as well."

"He said that the soul hunting organized by the academy involves absorbing whatever you encounter. No teacher would specifically hunt a hundred-year-old soul beast for their students; that would be too dangerous."

"Therefore, most students from Notting Academy have white first spirit rings."

As Wang Wu spoke, his brows furrowed unconsciously.

Although he wasn't a Soul Master, he could imagine some of the difficulties in hunting Soul Rings.

Therefore, he felt somewhat helpless about his youngest son's statement that the first spirit ring would take a hundred years to obtain.

"I see..."

Wang Teng pursed his lips, unsure of what to say for a moment.

"Alright, lunch's over. Go exercise as usual this afternoon, but make sure you go to bed early tonight so you don't miss tomorrow's important business."

As Wang Wu spoke, he stood up and began clearing away the dishes.

Wang Teng responded and turned to go back to his room.

The room was simply furnished with a wooden bed, an old cabinet, and a square table by the window.

Wang Teng moved the books spread out on the bed to the side, climbed onto the bed, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

Although he hadn't awakened his martial soul yet, Wang Teng had actually been practicing meditation for some time.

My brother is right, the hardest part of meditation is calming the mind.

Children of this age are mostly active and energetic. To sit still for a long time, they need to learn to suppress their natural tendency to move around.

Of course, Wang Teng is different from ordinary children; he is a transmigrator, which is why he was able to learn the Martial Soul Meditation Technique relatively quickly.

Inside the room, Wang Teng's breathing gradually calmed down, his distracting thoughts dissipated little by little, and his mind sank into a state of tranquility.

The window was half-open, and a gentle breeze slipped in, softly turning the corners of the book beside my pillow.

The cover features neatly handwritten words: "Martial Soul Meditation Method".

There are two smaller characters in the bottom right corner: Wang Sheng.

This was copied word by word by Wang Sheng for Wang Teng.

More than an hour later, Wang Teng slowly opened his eyes.

He got out of bed and stretched his slightly numb legs.

For beginners in meditation, sitting for too long can cause poor blood circulation and numbness in the limbs, which is common.

I've heard that this feeling will gradually disappear once you cultivate your soul power to a certain level, or once your body has fully adapted.

After walking around the room for a while and waiting for the numbness to subside, Wang Teng changed his clothes and went out of the room.

Next came Wang Teng's daily physical training.

He started jogging along the dirt road in the village.

I ran through fields until I reached the small river south of the village.

It was already past four in the afternoon.

As the sun began to set in the west, the light became softer.

Wang Teng stopped by the river, took off his coat, and splashed some river water on his arms.

The water temperature was just right, pleasantly cool.

He found a spot where the water was a little deeper and jumped in with a "plop".

Water splashes everywhere, and a cool sensation instantly envelops the whole body.

Wang Teng stretched his arms and legs and began the last exercise of the day: swimming.

"Splash—splash—"

The sound of paddling echoed across the tranquil river.

Chapter 5 Martial Soul Awakening Day

Wang Teng swam back and forth in the river like a fish, sometimes diving down and sometimes surfacing to breathe.

The water flow impacted his body, gradually tempering Wang Teng's physique.

As the sun gradually sank behind the western mountains, the sky turned from bright to dark, and a faint golden-red hue appeared on the river surface.

Wang Teng swam back to shore and sat down to rest on a large rock.

The evening breeze blew, slowly drying the water droplets on his body and bringing a touch of coolness.

Only when the last glimmer of light remained on the horizon did Wang Teng get up, pick up his clothes, and walk home along the way he had come.

At night, Wang Teng lay in bed, staring at the shadows on the roof.

My martial spirit awakening is tomorrow.

He rolled over, facing the wall, and silently prayed: I don't ask for a high-level martial soul, I just want a little bit of innate soul power, just a little bit...

As he thought about this, Wang Teng's eyelids gradually grew heavy, and he finally fell asleep.

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Ooh ooh ooh—

The crowing of roosters broke the morning tranquility of Tiger King Village.

Wang Teng stirred on the bed and groggily opened his eyes.

The sky outside the window was just beginning to lighten, its pale white light giving way to a cool morning breeze that drifted in through the cracks in the window, carrying the unique dampness of early morning.

The crowing of roosters, near and far, rose and fell in the village, creating a continuous chorus.

Wang Teng quickly sat up and rubbed his eyes.

Today is an important day, the day of Martial Soul Awakening.

Last night, Wang Wu, the father, specially placed the new clothes on Wang Teng's bedside.

Wang Teng put on the slightly stiff but clean and brand-new long robe, slipped on his shoes, and walked into the courtyard.

At this moment, Wang Wu was washing up at the kitchen door, holding a willow twig in his hand, dipping it in the salt in his cup, and carefully cleaning his teeth.

Hearing footsteps, he turned his head, gargled, and spat out the water.

"Why are you up so early?"

Wang Wu stepped aside to make way and said, "The Soul Master didn't arrive that early; we'll have to wait at least another hour."