Martial Soul Awakening

Three days passed very quickly, Tang Yun left the house to sell and deliver the tools he forged yesterday, before the sun rise.

Tang San still went to the hilltop in the early morning to do his routine exercise every day, and returned home afterward. In addition to cooking, he was also forging, testing his strength against that piece of pig iron. Every day the tempo of the beats increased. Mysterious Heaven Skill helped him recover physical strength quickly, so that he could especially maintain this continuous forging process.

"Little Yun, little San, grandpa has come to get you."

Old Jack punctually came to the smithy, this time he didn't even go inside, only calling Tang Yun and Tang San from the outside.

Tang San glanced at his father by his side who just now had eaten. Tang Hao indifferently said:

"Go. Don't delay midday cooking."

Tang San promised to be back soon, then left the smithy.

After Tang San came outside, he said, "Brother still haven't home yet, but he already told me yesterday that he will come and will just be late."

Old man Jack replied, "I see, that Tang Hao.... He actually let's his children do the tasks he should have."

Tang San was silent. Old man Jack looked at Tang San's eyes and sighed, "Hayy..... Let's go, little San."

With old Jack leading, Tang San followed him to the Spirit Hall in the middle of the village. Naturally, this so-called Spirit Hall was merely a large log cabin, nothing more.

Because everyone had spirits, every year would have children undergoing spirit awakening. Therefore, Spirit Halls could be found everywhere on the Continent. Naturally, these were all only subsidiary halls, there was a distinct hierarchy.

The village children didn't have a very good opinion of either Tang Yun and Tang San. To favor the rich and disdain the poor is an ability not only among nobles, among common people the circumstances are instead even more distinct. With Tang San originally being a reincarnated person and his real age having long ago exceeded 30, naturally he was also unwilling to come into contact with these children. To him, spare time was better spent on cultivation, consequently, he of course only had one childhood playmate, and that was his brother.

In addition to village elder Jack and eight children present, there was also one youth in the Spirit Hall. This person appeared to be just over 20 years old, dashing eyebrows slanting above starry eyes, his facial features extremely bright and handsome. He was dressed completely in brilliant white clothes, a black cloak on his back, and right on the center of his chest, above his heart, was a palm sized 'spirit' character. This was standard attire for staff directly subordinate to Spirit Hall.

On the left side of the chest was a carved badge with three crossed long swords. It seemed like Jack knew this kind of Soul Master well; three in quantity represented a Spirit Master of third degree, titled Soul Grandmaster, and the long swords represented this Spirit Hall attendant was a Battle Spirit Master.

Old man Jack greeted the Soul Grandmaster and bowed respectfully.

The centre of the Soul Grandmaster's forehead betrayed an indifferent arrogance. Indifferently bowing slightly, he at last returned the greeting, "My time is scarce, let's begin."

Old man Jack motivated the children, but the Soul Grandmaster replied, "Very well, you said the same thing last year. Do you think becoming a Spirit Master is really that easy? I already passed six villages, and not one of them had a person with spirit power. They also didn't have suitable spirits."

Old Jack's eyes showed a trace of dejection, sighing, he said," Yes, ah! Only one in very many inherit the aptitude to actually become a Spirit Master. Among us ordinary people, it is indeed most difficult."

Shaking his head, he moved away from the Soul Grandmaster.