Douluo Continent: I possess astonishing wisdom as I control energy!

Douluo Continent: I possess astonishing wisdom as I control energy!

Author: It's about giving up, not being a salted fish

Summary:

Summary:

[Peerless Tang Sect] [Genius Flow] [Research-Oriented Protagonist] [Pioneering System] [Sun and Moon Start]

With an innate soul power of 0.5 at the start and having just awakened his memories, Kong Ming'an's start appears to be a disastrous one.

Fortunately, with his "Energy" martial soul, he seems to still have room to maneuver.

So... let me show this dull world my "astounding wisdom"!

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The creator of the "Divine Kingdom of Order," the founder of modern soul-guided technology, the pioneer of mecha, the one who sleeps on the dragon bed and is synonymous with order...

Kong Ming'an, who held many titles, wrote the following in his memoirs.

"Initially, I just wanted to have some fun and do some fancy tricks while I was becoming a god."

"Unfortunately... I couldn't resist."

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PS1: This book is imaginative and will include some interesting tricks. It will also explore the use of martial spirits, spirit rings, and spirit masters in depth.

P.S. 2: This book features multiple female protagonists; please do not read if you dislike this type of character. Also, the characters in the story are based on the manga versions. (The anime characters are too ugly; the manga characters are much better.)

Chapter 1 Let’s turn the situation around!

"Soul Power. Level 0.5?"

Kong Ming'an felt slightly dazed. His vision cleared from blurry, yet he felt a strange, ambiguous sense of unfamiliarity.

He lowered his head, slightly raised his hand and gently squeezed it, feeling the tangible touch. His pupils involuntarily dilated slightly.

Am I...reborn? No, not entirely reborn. It should be said that I've awakened the memories of my previous life.

Kong Ming'an was somewhat bewildered and instinctively began to recall, trying to figure out his current situation.

Important pieces of information emerged in my mind.

The Ming Dynasty Imperial Palace Hall of the Sun and Moon Empire. Kong Deming, the only son of the Kong family.

He is Kong Ming'an, the head of the Hall of Worship of the Sun and Moon Empire, and the grandson of Kong Deming.

A useless person who just awakened 0.5 level innate soul power in his own grandfather's laboratory?

Kong Ming'an was in a daze. The memories of his previous life were far greater than the six years of memories in this life. The process of awakening his memories was not gentle, and it gave him a splitting headache.

At that moment, a large, kind hand gently landed on his slightly thin shoulder.

"Ming An."

The authoritative voice seemed to carry an inexplicable power, firmly suppressing his dazed state.

His chaotic thoughts were pulled back to reality. He slowly raised his head, his gaze focusing.

Before me stood an elderly man with white hair and beard, a resolute face, and a stern demeanor.

However, at this moment, those eyes, which should have been dignified, carried a hint of genuine worry and concern.

Kong Deming.

The fragments of memory instantly came back into place; identity, bloodline, and relationships became crystal clear.

The brief daze eventually subsided, revealing a calm that had shed the panic of youth.

Feeling the pitifully weak wisp of soul power slowly and sluggishly flowing through his body, Kong Ming'an completely calmed down.

He didn't respond to Kong Deming's reassuring gaze, nor did he look at the pitying or regretful expressions on the faces of the surrounding level-nine soul masters.

His gaze met Kong Deming's eyes, his voice clear and steady.

"Grandpa, I want to try my Martial Soul again."

A hint of surprise flashed in Kong Deming's eyes, as if he hadn't expected Kong Ming'an to calm down so quickly. His gaze then shifted to one of deeper inquiry and encouragement.

He didn't stop him, but simply pressed his hand down slightly on his grandson's shoulder before slowly withdrawing it.

Beside him, the black-robed Soul Master in charge of the awakening stepped forward. After Kong Ming'an placed his hand on the awakening crystal ball again, he slowly poured his soul power into it.

There was no dazzling burst of light.

Without powerful soul force pressure,

Even the most common soul power fluctuations during spirit possession were so weak they were almost imperceptible.

Only above Kong Ming'an's outstretched right palm did the air twist in an extremely eerie way.

The space itself seemed to have been struck by an invisible pebble, creating ripples that were almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

The air seemed to become viscous and scorching; light passing through that area underwent extremely subtle refraction and deflection.

The edges of Kong Ming'an's palm appear somewhat blurry and distorted.

"This?" The black-robed soul master opened his mouth, his voice inexplicably dry.

As one of the few scholars in the Sun Moon Empire who studies martial spirits, he has been helping the common people and nobles of the empire awaken their martial spirits for free for decades in order to obtain more samples. What kind of martial spirits hasn't he seen?

But this martial spirit

He had genuinely never seen it before!

The black-robed Soul Master leaned closer, his eyes revealing an undisguised scrutiny, attempting to find any trace of a Martial Soul.

A phantom of a beast spirit? The outline of a weapon spirit? Characteristics of a plant-type spirit? There's nothing there!

The black-robed soul master was beginning to doubt his own existence.

Beside him, a hint of confusion unconsciously appeared on Kong Deming's face.

"Ming'an," Kong Deming's voice carried an unprecedented solemnity and inquiry, "What is your martial spirit?"

Kong Ming'an remained silent, only slowly closing his five fingers. The faint ripples in space subsided, as if they had never existed.

“Energy itself, Grandpa.”

His voice was calm and clear, echoing distinctly in the otherwise silent laboratory.

"Energy itself?"

Kong Deming repeated in a low voice, but at a certain moment, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and a sense of shock and excitement at touching upon the unknown suddenly rose from his confusion.

The concept of "energy" is far too fundamental in the world of Soul Masters, even more so than their "soul power."

It is almost equivalent to the origin of the world, yet it has never been directly defined as a "martial spirit".

Is it "energy" that is intangible and without substance?

Kong Deming murmured, his gaze fixed intently on Kong Ming'an, as if he were truly seeing his grandson for the first time.

Kong Ming'an ignored all of this.

His gaze swept across everything around him, landing on one side of the laboratory, where a row of soul tool manufacturing tables gleamed with the cold, hard luster of metal.

Having an innate soul power level of 0.5 is a major disadvantage in the Douluo world. If one wants to receive more resources and grow up quickly, the primary goal is to prove one's worth.

The goal is clear, and the path is well-defined.

Kong Ming'an strode forward, heading straight for the nearest soul tool crafting table.

Kong Deming stood silently to the side, his eyes filled with a thoughtful expectation and scrutiny.

Standing before the workbench, Kong Ming'an picked up a basic level-one soul guide core substrate without hesitation.

This is a pale blue metal plate, about half the size of a palm, with a smooth, mirror-like surface.

As his fingertips touched the cold metal, the introductory knowledge of soul guidance that Kong Ming'an had begun learning at a very young age in this life surfaced in his mind.

He paused slightly, then picked up the thinnest soul-guided carving knife beside him.

Then, the meager level 0.5 soul power within his body began to flow extremely slowly and laboriously.

The speed was agonizingly slow; each push felt like wading through quagmire.

However, just as this faint soul power was laboriously injected into the tip of the carving knife and was about to touch the surface of the substrate—

A barely perceptible tremor seemed to flicker in the depths of Kong Ming'an's usually calm eyes, so fleeting that it appeared to be an illusion.

The next moment, an anomaly occurred.

The moment the tip of the carving knife touched the metal substrate, there was no burst of soul power light that would normally appear when a Soul Master activates their Soul Guidance Core.

The hard metal surface softened and dented in an extremely strange way, as if the tip of the knife was not touching metal, but some kind of fluid that could be shaped by will.

There was no harsh scraping sound, no flying metal shavings.

Driven by Kong Ming'an's terrifyingly steady wrist, the engraving knife glided smoothly across the metal substrate without the slightest pause.

What was clearly a sluggish and weak soul force that was so despairing was now, in Kong Ming'an's hands, seemingly endowed with a kind of indescribable "penetrating" and "shaping" quality.

It is no longer merely the force that drives the carving knife, but more like an invisible key that directly acts on the energy structure that constitutes the metal itself, easily taming and reshaping it.

The process of drawing soul guidance circuits should have been a difficult fusion of soul power, mental power, and intricate skills, but in his hands, it presented an almost eerie smoothness and harmony.

It was as if the invisible "energy" martial spirit and the material energy that constituted the soul tool had some kind of fundamental resonance.

Time passed in absolute silence.

In the air, the only sounds were the extremely faint hissing sound of the engraving tool tip gliding across the metal substrate, and Kong Ming'an's even and faint breathing.

The final arc concludes perfectly.

Kong Ming'an put down the carving knife, his fingertips trembling slightly.

That was a sign that his soul power was almost exhausted to its limit.

A fine layer of sweat beaded on his forehead, and his face was slightly pale, but his eyes were brighter than ever before.

With a slightly casual gesture, he channeled the last wisp of his soul power into the soul guide core in his hand.

next moment.

"Om-"

A very faint yet clearly audible resonance sound rang out.

It wasn't a blinding light, but a stable, soft, pale blue halo that pulsed slightly like breathing, illuminating all the delicate patterns on the soul guide core!

It worked!

A standard level one soul guide core was successfully activated in the hands of a boy who had just awakened his martial soul and whose innate soul power was only level 0.5!

Dead silence,

In the laboratory, the group of level-nine soul masters, who had initially been spectators and pondering how to comfort their superiors, fell into a deathly silence.

Isn’t it?

How can it be? !

Even a level 0.5 soul power-driven soul tool would struggle, how could it possibly support the precise engraving and activation of the entire core circuit?!

The group of ninth-level soul masters, who had seen their share of grand occasions, fell silent at the same time.

At that moment, Kong Deming stepped forward, his movements so swift they created a whistling sound.

He completely ignored the level-one core emitting a stable blue light. His eyes, which seemed to see through the essence of all things, were like the most precise soul-guided scanner, locked tightly on the soul power circuit that Kong Ming'an had just inscribed.

His gaze swept over the smooth grooves of the circuit, which were not like engravings but rather like naturally formed grooves, over the strange luster that flowed faintly inside the grooves, and over the seamless connection between the soul power circuit and the substrate.

""energy"."

Kong Deming's voice was low, tinged with a hint of almost uncontrollable surprise. His fingertips hovered above the core, trembling slightly.

"So that's how it can be interpreted?"

He sighed softly, and after a long while, he took a deep breath and turned to look at Kong Ming'an.

At this moment, the worry and concern that his elders had for their juniors' future were gone from Kong Deming's eyes. In their place was a burning passion, as if he had discovered a new continent.