Douluo Continent, Holy Soul Village – Northern Heaven Dou Empire.
The Spirit Hall had arrived in Holy Soul Village to conduct the annual Spirit Awakening Ceremony, seeking talented youths among the common folk to recruit into their ranks.
"Tang San—Martial Spirit: Blue Silver Grass. Innate Spirit Power: Level Ten! Full Innate Spirit Power!"
Su Yuntao's exclamation echoed through the room, yet the remaining eight academy students showed no surprise.
Only one individual bore a gaze brimming with wisdom and clarity.
Observing his past, ignorant self from a third-person perspective, God King Tang San felt a surge of emotion. In this life, however, he was known as Tang Chuan—Tang Hao's adopted son.
Though they shared no blood ties, the unspoken affection buried deep within his heart compelled him to address Tang Hao as father.
He was a God King, exalted in status, yet unwavering in filial piety. Such devotion was a virtue all deities should emulate! Truly, Tang Chuan was a son of utmost loyalty!
"What a pity! Even with full innate spirit power, the Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit remains a useless one. At best, you'll only reach Level 30."
Su Yuntao shook his head but still handed Tang San his Spirit Master certificate. As for recruitment?
Was it worth recruiting a Blue Silver Grass wielder? Hardly necessary! Still, he'd report it.
Hearing Su Yuntao's words again, Tang San clenched his fist and fell silent. Witnessing this, God King Tang San's lips curled slightly.
His past self was truly worthy—though not yet the God of Wisdom, the seeds of divine intellect were already sown!
"Next—Tang Chuan!"
At Su Yuntao's call, Tang Chuan strode forward with dignified bearing.
As the reincarnation of a God King, and having cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Technique for six years, he knew he possessed full innate spirit power!
"Buzz!"
The magic circle erupted in dazzling light as Tang Chuan instinctively clenched his right hand.
A green sprout emerged—another Blue Silver Grass!
Yet this one was different. It grew rapidly, thickening until it was twice the size of an ordinary Blue Silver Grass. Tang Chuan couldn't help but smile.
'Already the Blue Silver King! Soon, my Martial Spirit will evolve into the Blue Silver Emperor!'
But before his joy could settle, the trace of Blue Silver Emperor bloodline within him vanished instantly, halting his spirit's evolution.
[Note: Divine King Tang San's Setting: Dragged here by Heaven to fill the vacancy of the Son of Destiny, yet the protagonist also brought Tang San along.]
[Note: Though God King Tang San carries a trace of Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, only one Blue Silver Emperor can exist. Since Ah Yin is already a Limit Douluo, his Martial Spirit can only reach Blue Silver King.]
Tang Chuan's mind reeled.
'Impossible!'
His awakened bloodline had disappeared—and his right hand no longer held the warmth of a Twin Spirit.
'Then… does this mean my mother is still alive?'
A flash of brilliance crossed his eyes. 'She lives in this life! Hahahaha!'
"Tang Chuan—Martial Spirit: Blue Silver Grass. Soul Power: Damn! Another full innate spirit power?!"
Su Yuntao was stunned.
'Two Blue Silver Grasses. Two full innate spirit powers! How?!'
…
Nuoding Academy – Faculty Dormitory
A bald, slightly plump middle-aged man and a white-bearded elder engaged in a vigorous… particle collision.
Their exertions filled the cramped dormitory.
"Xiaogang, you're too much—even my old bones can't keep up!"
"Flender, you're too powerful!"
Indeed, Yu Xiaogang had been rescued from the relentless assaults of hundreds of burly men by NNuoding Academy's dean, Flender.
After over a decade of suffering, Yu Xiaogang had grown numb to his… fasting lifestyle.
Now, to survive, he had sold himself to Flender's back mountain—for the Spirit Hall had banned him from receiving subsidies.
Surprisingly, his fasting expertise had brought him a comfortable life. Food and clothing were no longer worries—though nights (and sometimes midday whims) were spent with the old man.
But to Yu Xiaogang? Child's play. With nearly twenty years as director of the anorectal department, he was second to none in this field!
Besides, he possessed the Core Theory of the Ten Great Martial Spirits, stolen from the long-dead waste, Fu Ye. One day, he'd train a disciple powerful enough to annihilate the Spirit Hall!
"Xiao Ganggang, I—"
"Hahhh!"
Moments later, wiping sweat from his brow, Flender exhaled deeply, heart brimming with satisfaction.
Who'd have thought rescuing Yu Xiaogang under such pressure had brought him three years of bliss.
Meanwhile, hidden in Yu Xiaogang's shadow, a Limit Douluo-level puppet silently sprinkled strong aphrodisiacs:
( ˘▽˘)っ♨
In short? Pure ecstasy.
Yu Xiaogang—no, Yu Xiao'an—lay twisted on the bed as Flender rose.
"Rest up. I'm off to review documents. Clean the room—I'll return tonight."
With a satisfied grin, Flender slammed the door shut, leaving Yu Xiao'an in dark, contorted solitude.
…
Nuoding Academy – Main Gate
Two striking figures strode in—one man, one woman, their noble bearing unmistakable.
Fu Ye and Xiao Wu.
The guards, though fond of oppressing commoners, wisely stepped aside. 'These two clearly had backing.'
"Brother Fu Ye, why are we here?" Xiao Wu's curiosity about the human world was boundless.
Fu Ye smiled. 'Perfect—time to deepen her understanding… and perhaps stir some jealousy in a certain God King.'
'Would Xiao Wu, reborn by the world's will, come here as well?'
'If so… things were about to get interesting.'
…
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