The Martial Soul Skeleton, in Douluo Continent's Bone-Changing Susanoo

Chapter 1 Xia Liang

Douluo Continent.

Heavenly Dou Empire, Fasno Province.

Guowan Village.

This village is about ten miles away from the original Holy Soul Village.

When Xia Liang was originally transported to the Douluo Continent, he was transformed from a 25-year-old into a 6-year-old child and was picked up by Jack, the village elder of Holy Soul Village.

At first, he couldn't understand the local language of Douluo Continent. It took him five months of learning before he was finally able to communicate normally with Old Jack's family.

It was only after that that Xia Liang finally understood that the village he was in was called Holy Soul Village.

The alcoholic and useless blacksmith in the village was actually Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo who once beat up Pope Qian Xunji.

The very sensible four-year-old child is Tang San, the protagonist of the original novel.

Tang Hao and Tang San: the former is a god of slaughter who came from the City of Slaughter, and the latter comes from an assassin organization like the Tang Clan.

The danger posed by this father and son is self-evident; if one becomes a thorn in their side, a bloody disaster is inevitable in the future.

After weighing the pros and cons, Xia Liang immediately bid farewell to Old Jack and left Holy Soul Village.

After traveling five miles along the official road, stopping frequently, they finally arrived at the small wooden house of the Martial Spirit Hall outside the entrance of Guowan Village, where the old village chief, who was cleaning there, took them back to the village.

Recalling yesterday's experience, Xia Liang, sitting at the entrance of the village, looked up and gazed at the sky.

The morning sun shines brightly.

Today is the day of the awakening of the martial spirit in Guowan Village, and children aged six and above can participate.

Although he wasn't from this village, the old village chief still allowed Xia Liang to participate in the Martial Soul Awakening with the other children from the village.

After all, the Spirit Hall doesn't charge people for sending people to help awaken spirits; the more children participate, the more hope the village has.

Sitting on the ground, Xia Liang vigorously kneaded his calf muscles. He had walked five miles yesterday, and his legs were in a state of extreme soreness.

Strange to say.

He was already dead on Earth, so logically he should have transmigrated into a soul and been reborn as a baby like Tang San.

But why retain the original body?

Even more strangely, his original body inexplicably turned into the appearance of a six-year-old, with his physical functions and bone age also being six years old.

I don't know if it's because my body has shrunk, or for some other reason.

Xia Liang felt as if all the bones in his body had hardened.

Especially the rib area, it's as if the skeleton of a 25-year-old has been compressed into that of a 6-year-old, and every rib has been strengthened.

Leaning against the stone tablet at the entrance of the village, Xia Liang gazed at the clear sky, a look of doubt once again appearing in his eyes.

Besides the changes in his entire skeletal structure, he had another question. That was, as a human from Earth, he didn't possess a martial soul bloodline.

Is it possible to awaken a martial soul under these circumstances?

If possible, what should a martial soul look like?

"bite."

Xia Liang suddenly let out a strange cry, mimicking the noise when the system appeared.

Unfortunately, it seems that I am not bound to a system, and no system has bestowed upon me a martial soul bloodline. System, does this mean I really have to participate in the martial soul awakening as a Blue Star person later?

"Ah Liang. I thought you'd run off somewhere, turns out you've been waiting here all along." An old voice came from inside the village gate.

Xia Liang got up and looked over, and found that the person speaking was the village chief, who was over sixty years old.

Beside the old village chief were seven children, all locals from Guowan Village. They were chatting and laughing, and two of them were playing around. Their behavior was exactly like that of children.

Xia Liang quickly ran to help the old village chief, and the group arrived together at the wooden house outside the village entrance.

Ten minutes later.

The old village chief's aged voice rang out, "Children, this is Master Su Yuntao, a Battle Soul Master from Notting City. He will guide you in awakening your own Martial Souls. You must cooperate well with Master Su during your Martial Soul awakening. Grandpa hopes that one of you will become a Soul Master."

"Alright, you're just like old Jack from Holy Soul Village, saying the same few things every year." Su Yuntao said impatiently, "Is becoming a Soul Master really that easy? I've already been to six villages, and there isn't a single person with Soul Power, nor a suitable Martial Soul."

A hint of sadness flickered in the old village chief's eyes as he shook his head and sighed, "Alas. Yes. Only the inheritors of the major sects are most likely to become Soul Masters. It's just too difficult for us ordinary people."

"But no matter what, today is a day that will decide our fate. Children, every year Grandpa firmly believes that one day, a Soul Master will emerge from Guowan Village. Go in. Ah Liang, you go in too."

As he spoke, the old village chief pushed the eight children who had just turned six into the wooden house in front of him.

Su Yuntao followed closely behind.

inside the house.

Su Yuntao had the eight children who had followed him in line and said solemnly, "Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Su Yuntao, a level 24, two-ring Great Soul Master, and I am your guide. Now, I will awaken your Martial Souls one by one. Remember, no matter what happens later, don't be afraid, I will not hurt you."

Upon hearing the term "Martial Soul Awakening," Xia Liang, standing in the group of children, was filled with trepidation.

Others might only worry about whether they have innate soul power, but he also has to worry about whether he has a martial soul.

"Child, your martial spirit is a white porcelain bowl. It looks quite exquisite. Unfortunately, martial spirits cannot be bought or sold. The crystal ball is not emitting any light, which means you have no soul power and cannot cultivate. It seems that your white porcelain bowl martial spirit can only be used as a bowl at best. Go back now. Next."

As Su Yuntao's voice fell, the child who had awakened the White Porcelain Bowl Martial Soul had already returned to the group, while the child to his right stepped into the center of the Black Stone Awakening Array in front of him.

"An iron pot martial spirit? That seems good. An iron pot also possesses a certain level of offensive and defensive capabilities."

"But unfortunately, you lack soul power and cannot cultivate. Child, you should go back now. Next."

"The Martial Soul Spoon has no Soul Power. It cannot cultivate."

"The Martial Soul Belt has no soul power and cannot be used for cultivation."

"A martial soul apron, without soul power, unfortunately, you cannot cultivate it either."

Watching the children excitedly walk out of the line and then return dejectedly, Xia Liang felt a mix of trepidation and anticipation.

The saying goes, "Heaven bestows great responsibilities upon those who are destined for them." After my death, I inexplicably transmigrated to the Douluo Continent. This can't really be an accident, can it?

Even without soul power, a staff-type martial soul would do, at least it would be useful.

"Child, child, are you alright?" Su Yuntao pinched Xia Liang's cheek.

Xia Liang immediately snapped out of his reverie and asked in confusion, "Master, is it my turn?"

"Yes. Stand in the stone formation." As he spoke, Su Yuntao walked to the front of the stone formation, his Lone Wolf Martial Soul activating.

Xia Liang stepped into the center of the six black stone awakening arrays in front of him and smiled, "I'm ready."

Upon hearing this, Su Yuntao swiftly clapped his hands, and six faint green lights flowed into the six black stones on the ground.

Instantly, a layer of golden light emanated from the six stones, forming a pale golden light shield that enveloped Xia Liang.

"Child, don't be afraid, stretch out your right hand."

Following Su Yuntao's instructions, Xia Liang extended his right hand, but no martial spirit form appeared.

"Extend your left hand now."

Xia Liang did as instructed, but still no martial spirit appeared in his palm.

"Strange." Su Yuntao looked at Xia Liang with a puzzled expression.

Xia Liang also looked puzzled. He had no martial spirit awakening and no system voice in his mind. It seemed that his transmigration was really an accident.

At that moment, a strange scene suddenly appeared.

Although no object related to martial soul was produced in Xia Liang's outstretched hands, a dark purple light gradually shone on his skin.

In that instant, Xia Liang seemed to be able to see objects that ordinary people cannot see, and hear sounds that ordinary people cannot hear.

The sound was rather mournful, and the object emitting it was a kind of ethereal will-o'-the-wisp.

ghost?

Xia Liang could clearly see that behind Su Yuntao, several dark purple ghost flames were wandering aimlessly in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)