Chapter Five: Innate Soul Power at Level Ninety!

Tang San gazed at the Blue Silver Grass in his hand and asked urgently, "Does this mean my Blue Silver Grass martial soul cannot be cultivated?"

Su Yuntao paused, pondering for a moment. "Well... it’s not impossible, but a martial soul like Blue Silver Grass has little utility even if you do cultivate it."

He then shook his head and commanded, "Tang San, return to the line. Next, Xu Sheng."

Tang San’s gaze flickered. He pursed his lips and walked back to his original position. "If it can be cultivated, it means there is hope for me to become a Spirit Master, and besides..." Thinking this, he silently looked at his left hand. What was going on with that hammer? Never mind, I should focus on Brother Sheng for now. Tang San refocused his gaze on Xu Sheng.

Xu Sheng slowly walked out from the group and stood calmly amidst the six stones. Su Yuntao examined Xu Sheng’s indifferent expression, wondering to himself, "Is this the boy named Xu Sheng?" He hadn't been wrong before; just from this aura alone, he felt that this child might truly have the potential to become a Spirit Master.

"Xu Sheng, relax. Now, silently sense your martial soul and release it..."

Xu Sheng closed his eyes casually. The next moment, he felt something within him about to erupt. The aura was incredibly violent, as if it were tearing his body apart. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to endure the incoming power, his face gradually turning pale.

Seeing his pained expression, Su Yuntao urged anxiously, "Xu Sheng, what's wrong? You must not deliberately suppress the martial soul trying to emerge!"

Tang San, seeing Xu Sheng’s face twisted in agony, cried out, "Brother Sheng, what’s wrong?" When he had tested his own martial soul, there had been no such painful situation.

Xu Sheng’s pale face showed a hint of resolve. "I am fine, Master Su Yuntao, but please, have everyone else leave!"

Su Yuntao frowned. "Xu Sheng, are you really suppressing your martial soul? You have nothing to worry about; just release it!"

Tang San also said anxiously, "But Brother Sheng, you..." Although he didn't know what was happening, it was clearly not simple.

Xu Sheng glanced at Su Yuntao, then looked at Tang San with a grave expression, saying sternly, "Tang San, I beg you, take them outside!"

That Su Yuntao was too dense! He had no sense of the situation at all! If the violent force he was suppressing in his body were released, he wasn't sure if Tang San and the others could survive!

Tang San was stunned for a moment. Looking at Xu Sheng’s near-imploring expression, he gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Sheng... I understand!"

He turned around and immediately employed the Mysterious Jade Hand. His palms shifted from yellow to a chilling, jade-like texture, and he quickly ushered the other children who were still lingering to watch out of the room. He would not let them affect Brother Sheng’s awakening, even if it meant revealing his own Tang Sect techniques for now.

Xu Sheng’s pale face, which showed no sign of concern, made Su Yuntao’s heart race. He scolded, "Xu Sheng, if you suppress your martial soul like this, you’ll explode and die!" He felt that if he didn't do something, this child would become the first person on the continent to die from resisting their own martial soul.

Hearing this, Xu Sheng rolled his eyes and retorted, somewhat speechless, "Who said I wanted to suppress my martial soul?"

With that, he stopped holding back. The violent power began to surge through his meridians. From Xu Sheng’s right hand, petals tinged with deep crimson blood emerged first, as if soaked in countless lives, each petal saturated with ultimate killing intent. Following that, the entire Nine-Heart Blood Begonia blossomed from his palm. The moment it bloomed, the entire room was engulfed in sinister blood-red light, resembling a hell on earth.

Xu Sheng squinted, looking at the scarlet begonia in his palm, which possessed a lethal allure like an epiphyllum. He wondered, "What kind of martial soul is this? It feels so similar to the Nine-Heart Begonia!"

"It is... such a high-level martial soul!" Su Yuntao exclaimed in shock. As the Nine-Heart Blood Begonia bloomed, he could clearly feel his own Lone Wolf martial soul trembling! That’s right, his beast martial soul was trembling in the face of this eerie flower! It was clear this was no ordinary object.

Su Yuntao excitedly handed over the crystal ball, urging with great anticipation, "Xu Sheng, quickly test if you have spirit power! A martial soul like this definitely counts as the emperor of plant-type martial souls!" If this were true, his performance bonus for this year would multiply exponentially.

Xu Sheng took the crystal ball, his tone lazy. "I know, I know." It was his own awakening; why was this "Little Tao" more excited than he was?

Xu Sheng placed his left hand on the crystal ball. The ball erupted with a light even more intense than Tang San’s innate full spirit power, and as time passed, cracks began to appear on the surface of the orb.

With a "crack," the crystal ball shattered into countless fragments from the center, falling to the floor.

Su Yuntao stared blankly at the shattered mess on the ground, wanting to slap himself to see if he was hallucinating. "The spirit power is so strong that the crystal ball... actually... actually cracked!" The only possibility was that Xu Sheng’s spirit power far exceeded what the orb could withstand. But he knew this ball could even measure a Great Spirit Master! If it broke, it meant Xu Sheng’s spirit power was far beyond that of a Great Spirit Master.

Just as Xu Sheng was about to speak, Su Yuntao covered his forehead, groaning in agony, "Don't speak, let me be!" How could he compare? How could he! Someone else’s innate spirit power was more terrifying than his ten years of cultivation! Was he, Su Yuntao, really just destined to be a commoner player?

Xu Sheng looked at the eight red and one scarlet-gold spirit rings floating beneath his feet. Having intended to live a quiet, lazy life, he didn't know what to say. He shook his head, leaned over, and patted Su Yuntao on the shoulder, saying softly, "Well, Little Tao, I know my talent might be a bit terrifying. If this makes you despair, promise me, don't look at my feet!"

Su Yuntao, who had been crying silently, took a deep breath. Pulling himself together, he stood up and said firmly, "Xu Sheng, I'm fine. It's just innate level 40 spirit power; I can handle this blow!"

Xu Sheng remained silent. He watched as Su Yuntao’s gaze drifted downward involuntarily. When he saw the terrifying eight red and one gold spirit rings beneath Xu Sheng’s feet, he was completely stunned and immediately shouted, "You bastard! Xu Sheng! I am your sworn enemy!"

This guy didn't have innate level 40 spirit power; this was innate level 90! He had already become a Titled Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the continent! And what were those rings? Eight red ones, and another one he couldn't even recognize. To be this powerful the moment of awakening—he must have stayed up all night slaughtering every hundred-thousand-year spirit beast on the continent!