Chapter 2: Chapter 2: The Shocked Su Yuntao
Zhang Yang and Tang San have a good relationship, this is the result of Zhang Yang's deliberate action. After all, the son of this world lives in the same village as him, wouldn't you want to make a good relationship with him?
"Xiao San, are you going out to play?" In front of the dilapidated blacksmith's shop, Zhang Yang knocked on the door and shouted loudly.
"Squeak."
The door was knocked open by Zhang Yang, and the sound of iron forging inside suddenly became much louder.
Zhang Yang looked through the crack of the door, and the thin Tang San was wearing a single coat at this time, with a blacksmith's apron tied around his waist, holding a forging hammer in both hands, and was working hard on the red-hot iron ingot in front of him.
"Eh? Xiao San, you really started to learn blacksmithing?" Zhang Yang curiously looked at Tang San, who was following in his father's footsteps.
"I'm just following in my father's footsteps, what's wrong with that?" Tang San's hands didn't stop, each hammer was full of power.
"There's nothing wrong with that, after all, I'm also going to follow in my father's footsteps in the future." Zhang Yang spread his hands, with a helpless look on his face: "But, have you ever seen a blacksmith who can be blown down by a gust of wind?"
Walking up to Tang San, Zhang Yang patted Tang San on the shoulder: "You're too thin."
"I don't think so." Tang San said, and another hammer fell on the iron ingot, sparks splattered, scaring Zhang Yang who was standing next to him.
"Wow, natural divine strength." Zhang Yang exclaimed in surprise: "How come I didn't feel it before?"
"We're friends, I don't need to use so much strength on you." Tang San swung another hammer on the iron ingot.
Zhang Yang nodded: "Fortunately, we are friends. Speaking of which, Xiao San, the awakening ceremony is in a few days, what do you think your Martial Soul is?"
"Martial Soul? Is there any saying about this?" Tang San paused in his hammering.
"Of course, any Martial Soul does not appear out of thin air, generally speaking, it is inherited from parents." Zhang Yang crossed his arms: "For example, my father's Martial Soul is a barrel, then my Martial Soul is very likely to be a barrel, of course, it could also be a hoe, just like my mother."
"Oh." Tang San nodded.
This knowledge is not very secret, it's all in the books, Zhang Yang didn't have too many scruples to say it. It's just that Tang San doesn't have the conditions to access this knowledge, so Zhang Yang put on a show in front of him.
"So, Xiao San, you can ask Uncle Tang Hao, what is his Martial Soul." Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows.
"Hmm." Tang San kept Zhang Yang's words in mind.
"But, Martial Soul can also mutate, for example, donkey, horse, mule. Xiao San, can you understand this?"
"Mules are more resistant to coarse feed than horses, they are hardworking, not prone to illness, have strong adaptability, have great and enduring pulling power, and live longer than horses and donkeys." Tang San nodded: "So, Martial Soul Mutation is a good thing?"
"How could it be?" Zhang Yang sighed: "Martial Soul mutation also has a direction of mutation, although advantageous mutation is powerful, but that is one in a hundred special cases, most of the Martial Soul's fate is to mutate towards disadvantage."
"I see." Tang San nodded.
Zhang Yang knows a lot, and he can explain it to himself in a very simple and easy-to-understand way, which is exactly why Tang San is willing to make friends with Zhang Yang.
"However, generally speaking, the probability of mutation of tool Martial Soul and beast Martial Soul is extremely low, because even if the mysterious Martial Soul mutates, I guess there is no way to forcibly combine the sickle and hammer and animals to mutate."
Tang San listened to Zhang Yang's popular science on the side, but his hands did not stop, the iron ingot was put into the furnace, and he vigorously pulled up the bellows.
The two of them chatted like this by the hot furnace for a while, and a tall figure suddenly appeared behind them.
"Didn't you cook?" Tang Hao's voice was tired and his tone was not good.
"Dad, the food has been clamped on the stove for a long time, I'll go and serve it for you." Tang San quickly put down the bellows in his hand and ran to prepare lunch.
Soon, the lunch for the father and son of the Tang family was served.
A pot of rice, a dish of wild vegetables, a dish of pickles, that's all.
"Xiao San, even if you have natural divine strength, you can't eat this every day, it's not good for your future physical development." Zhang Yang frowned.
"I think it's quite good, and even if I eat this every day, I still have the strength to swing a hammer." Tang San's expression remained unchanged.
"You just show off." Zhang Yang sneered, looking at the indifferent Tang Hao: "Uncle Tang, what is your Martial Soul?"
"Kid, you shouldn't ask blindly, aren't you going home to eat?" Tang Hao avoided the topic and instead asked Zhang Yang to go home.
"My parents have to open the shop at noon, so our lunch at home is always early." Zhang Yang smiled and ignored Tang Hao's words, but continued to ask: "Uncle Tang, in a few days I will participate in the awakening ceremony, Xiao San should also participate, right?"
"Hmm." Tang Hao nodded.
"Then Uncle Tang, what do you think Xiao San's Martial Soul will be? Can it inherit your Martial Soul?"
"..." Tang Hao looked at the shameless kid in front of him with a cold expression, glanced at Tang San who was pricking his ears on the side, thought for a moment, and finally said: "It's a hammer."
"Oh, it turns out to be a hammer." Zhang Yang nodded, with an expression of realization on his face: "No wonder Uncle Tang's blacksmithing skills are so excellent."
Saying that, Zhang Yang patted the excited Tang San on the side: "Xiao San, this is good, once you inherit Uncle's Martial Soul, blacksmithing will be much easier."
Tang San nodded, this is something he knew, Martial Soul compared to the real objects in reality, plays a much bigger role, even ordinary people without soul power, using their own Martial Soul is much more convenient than using real objects.
But... Tang San glanced at his father and pondered in his heart: "Since it's a hammer, why haven't I seen my father use it?"
In this way, time passed day by day. Because he was learning blacksmithing, Tang San's life was very fulfilling. On the contrary, Zhang Yang, who had been listless recently, had obviously lost a lot of weight and even ate less.
Zhang Yang's parents were somewhat at a loss when they saw this situation. They even thought that Zhang Yang was sick and even invited a doctor to diagnose Zhang Yang.
However, all of this actually stems from Zhang Yang's anxiety in his heart.
The world of Martial Soul is really too cruel.
Not to mention that after becoming a Spirit Master, you will be accompanied by fighting for the rest of your life. Just to become a Spirit Master, Zhang Yang can't accept it.
He is not a son of destiny like Tang San. His parents in this world are ordinary tool Martial Souls without innate soul power and no value for cultivation. As their child, Zhang Yang is very likely to be eliminated directly at this starting point.
Compared with the college entrance examination system in the previous life, this world rule that can be directly eliminated without even being able to work hard is too cruel.
If I really can't practice, then my future can be imagined.
The day of the awakening ceremony arrived.
On this day, Zhang Yang put on a brand new outfit, ate a very delicious meal, and was sent to the Martial Soul Hall in the village by his neatly dressed parents.
Zhang Yang didn't need to think about why the two of them were dressed so meticulously.
Isn't it because they think they will definitely awaken their soul power? When the time comes, dress up a bit more decently, ready to accept the envious eyes and flattery of the villagers around.
The Martial Soul Hall of the Holy Spirit Village is just a larger wooden house, and in the Martial Soul Hall, there is a stranger standing there.
This person was brought by the village elder Jack. Looking at the elder's attitude towards this young man, it must be the person sent by the Martial Soul Hall to awaken Zhang Yang and them.
Soon, the village elder Jack who had just left led Tang San to hurry over.
"Xiao San, you finally came." Zhang Yang greeted Tang San.
"Respected Spirit Master, we need your help this time." Elder Jack of the village showed great respect to the young man.
Elder Jack left the Martial Soul Hall, closed the door of the Martial Soul Hall, and along with Zhang Yang, nine children were preparing to start the Soul Power awakening under Su Yuntao's arrangement.
"Children, line up."
Zhang Yang and Tang San stood at the far left of the line.
The young man smiled and said, "My name is Su Yuntao, a 26th level Great Spirit Master, and I am your guide. Now, I will awaken your Martial Soul one by one. Remember, don't be afraid no matter what happens."
As he spoke, Su Yuntao opened his package on a table next to him, took out two things from it, six black round stones and a shiny blue crystal ball.
Su Yuntao arranged the six black stones on the ground in a hexagonal shape, then signaled the first child on the right to stand in the middle.
"Don't be afraid, close your eyes and feel carefully." As he spoke, Su Yuntao's eyes suddenly lit up, and in the horrified eyes of the children, he shouted in a low voice, "Lone Wolf, Possess."
Su Yuntao's body quickly grew a lot of gray hair, his eyes turned into a gloomy green, his muscles quickly swelled, and two soul rings, one white and one yellow, rose under his feet.
All the children were very scared, and Zhang Yang was more surprised in addition to being scared.
Lone Wolf? Is this the Martial Soul of Master Su Yuntao that is famous all over the world - Lone Wolf?
Being able to turn people into this look, the Martial Soul of this world is indeed a peculiar existence.
Watching Su Yuntao awaken his Martial Soul for other children, Tang San was quietly discussing with Zhang Yang in his mouth.
"Zhang Yang, you've been under too much pressure lately, you look even more haggard today than yesterday." Tang San, with his excellent eyesight, saw through Zhang Yang's haggard look at a glance.
"Xiao San, you don't understand, if I can't awaken Soul Power, what will my future be like?" Zhang Yang patted Xiao San on the shoulder: "This world is too cruel for a commoner like me."
"I am also a commoner." Tang San frowned, he felt that Zhang Yang's attitude towards him had changed, and it seemed that a gap had formed between the two.
"But Uncle Tang's Martial Soul is a hammer, which is fully capable of attacking." Zhang Yang shook his head in frustration: "And my father's Martial Soul is just a barrel, what use can a barrel have? How much Soul Power can it produce?"
As the two were chatting, the Martial Souls of the seven people in front had all been awakened, all kinds of sickles, hoes, and blue silver grass had been awakened one after another. However, not a single person had even half a level of Soul Power.
These people have already been eliminated.
Next.
Just as Tang San was about to step forward, he was stopped by Zhang Yang next to him.
"Xiao San, I'll go first."
Zhang Yang bravely took a big step forward.
He stood in the center of the awakening formation in front of Su Yuntao.
Su Yuntao was already somewhat tired at this point, but he was still prepared to help these nine children complete the awakening process.
As Su Yuntao's six Soul Powers were infused, a faint golden light began to shine.
Zhang Yang only felt as if he was in a warm world, with a warm breath slowly seeping into his body, bringing an indescribable comfort.
Then, under the pull of this warm breath, an ethereal shackle shattered, and all the warm breath quickly converged behind Zhang Yang.
Then, under everyone's gaze, behind Zhang Yang, who was only 1.2 meters tall, a man three meters tall, dressed in a yellow and white striped suit, and draped in a white marine justice cloak, quietly appeared.
This man's temperament was particularly outstanding. Just standing there, he had a kind of work clocking in, slacking off at work, and actively slacking off after work.
Zhang Yang also wanted to see what his Martial Soul looked like, so he turned his head and was immediately stunned.
Ki... Kizaru?
His Martial Soul is actually a Kizaru?
Could it be that he is really the protagonist?
(End of this chapter)
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