Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

Even after leaving the gates of Hongshan Academy, Tang Wulin was still a little dizzy.

Unlike ordinary children who get dizzy from the sun, his dizziness wasn't due to the intense sunlight or the crowded people, but rather as if there was a lingering heat inside his body. That heat spread from his chest to his limbs, throbbing slightly, as if the force that had almost pushed him apart in the awakening room hadn't truly disappeared, but had only temporarily subsided.

Especially the palm of the right hand.

Even though his martial spirit had already returned to his body, the heavy feeling was still clear, as if the small black hammer had not really left, but was quietly pressing deep into his flesh and blood.

Even so, Tang Wulin's mood remained bright.

He possesses soul power.

Innate Soul Power Level 5.

He was also assigned to the Soul Master class.

These thoughts burned like a fire in his small chest, warming him and even easing his physical discomfort. Not long after leaving the academy, he couldn't help but look up at his father, his eyes sparkling.

"Dad, am I really going to the Soul Master class?"

Tang Ziran glanced down at her son, a smile playing on her lips.

"Of course. As long as you awaken your soul power, you will be assigned to the Soul Master class. Today you are officially a freshman at Red Mountain Academy."

"Is the Soul Master class very powerful?" Tang Wulin immediately asked. "Will the teachers teach us how to cultivate soul power? Will I be able to truly start learning to be a Soul Master in the future?"

Tang Ziran listened to her son's rapid-fire questions, feeling both gratified and somewhat conflicted.

"The Soul Master class is definitely the academy's top class." He tried to make his tone sound as relaxed as possible. "Now that you're in, you have to study hard. Haven't you always wanted to be a Soul Master? Now you've taken the first step."

"I knew it!" Tang Wulin couldn't help but clench his fist, his face slightly flushed with excitement. "I will definitely work hard!"

After saying this, he seemed to remember something, and quietly raised his right hand. With a flash of dark light, the small black hammer reappeared in his palm.

It remains just as ordinary.

It was jet black, short and blunt, with nothing dazzling about it. If it weren't in Tang Wulin's hand, anyone who saw it would probably just think of it as an ordinary little iron hammer.

But when Tang Wulin looked at it, there was no trace of disgust in his eyes, but rather a look of novelty and seriousness.

"Dad, do you think it will become very powerful in the future?" he asked.

Tang Ziran took the small black hammer, and her expression changed slightly as soon as she held it in her hand.

weight.

It was heavier than he had expected.

The weight was completely disproportionate to its shape; even he, an adult, could clearly feel an unusual heaviness in his hand. But he didn't show this; he simply handed the hammer back to his son steadily.

"As long as you are willing to cultivate, your martial spirit will naturally become stronger and stronger," he said gently. "Don't forget, you already have soul power."

Tang Wulin nodded vigorously and immediately put the little black hammer back.

But just as his martial spirit vanished, he suddenly felt a slight blur before his eyes and stumbled.

"What's wrong?" Tang Ziran immediately reached out to support him.

Tang Wulin was stunned for a moment before realizing that a thin layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

"N-nothing," he shook his head. "I'm just a little hot and a bit dizzy."

Tang Ziran frowned immediately.

"When did it start?"

"It was a little hot when I first left the academy," Tang Wulin said honestly. "Now it seems even hotter. But I'm fine, really."

He was clearly saying he was fine, but his voice was softer than before. His face was also a little flushed, as if he had just run a long lap.

Tang Ziran's heart tightened, and she quickly quickened her pace.

"Let's go home first."

Aolai City wasn't very big to begin with; the journey from Hongshan Academy back to their home in the commoners' district was only a matter of crossing a few streets. Along the way, although Tang Wulin still occasionally mentioned the words "Soul Master Class" and "Level 5 Innate Soul Power," his voice unconsciously lowered as he spoke.

He was genuinely happy.

But my body is getting heavier and heavier.

The heaviness wasn't just fatigue; it felt more like something was gradually heating up and swelling inside his body, giving his limbs an indescribable tingling and numb sensation.

When the father and son pushed open the courtyard gate, Lang Yue was already waiting at the door.

Upon seeing them, she immediately went to greet them.

"How is it?"

As soon as she asked the question, she saw Tang Wulin's flushed face and was taken aback. She quickly squatted down and touched his forehead.

"Why is it so hot? Linlin, where do you feel unwell?"

Tang Wulin subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Mom, I have soul power." His eyes were still shining as he said this. "I have level five innate soul power, and I was even assigned to the Soul Master class."

Lang Yue was completely stunned.

The next instant, surprise welled up in her eyes almost instantly.

"Level 5?" She quickly looked up at her husband.

Tang Ziran nodded and whispered, "It's true."

Lang Yue's eyes immediately reddened, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on her son. For ordinary families, the awakening of spirit power is a joyous occasion, let alone the fifth level of innate spirit power.

But this surprise lasted only a moment before she realized something was wrong.

The child in her arms was feverish and breathing was slightly heavier than usual, as if he was forcing himself to talk to her.

"Don't just stand there, come inside quickly," she said hurriedly.

Tang Wulin was led into the house by his mother. As soon as he reached the living room, he felt drowsiness wash over him like a tide. His head throbbed, his eyelids felt heavy, and the warm current in his body became increasingly clear, as if he were enveloped in an invisible warm mist.

"Mom," he rubbed his eyes and whispered, "I'm so sleepy."

Lang Yue originally wanted to hear him say a few more words, but she couldn't care less at the moment. She quickly said, "Then you should go and sleep for a while. I'll save the food for you. You can eat it when you wake up."

Tang Wulin actually wanted to say a little more.

He also wanted to tell his mother that the spirit master said he could cultivate; he also wanted to say that although the little black hammer looked ordinary, it was actually very heavy; he also wanted to ask what exactly they would learn in the Soul Master class. But the drowsiness came too quickly, so quickly that he could barely stand up straight.

"Okay." He obediently replied and turned to walk towards his small room.

The door closed gently, and the living room immediately became much quieter.

Lang Yue then turned to look at her husband, her voice filled with both barely suppressed joy and undisguised worry.

"Is it really level five?"

"It really is level five." Tang Ziran sat down at the small square table, letting out a long breath, as if only now could she truly let go of the emotions she had accumulated along the way. "And the academy has already assigned him to the Soul Master class."

Lang Yue was speechless for a moment.

She was naturally happy, even somewhat dazed with joy. But after the initial happiness, a subtle, persistent worry slowly surfaced in her heart.

"This child has dreamed of becoming a Soul Master since she was little," she said softly. "Today, she's finally gotten a little bit of her wish."

Tang Ziran nodded, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Yes."

Lunch was already laid out on the table: a stir-fried vegetable dish, a cold salad, a bowl of soup, and a plate of tenderly stewed pork ribs. Three dishes and a soup—this was quite a sumptuous meal for the Tang family.

But at this moment, neither of them picked up their chopsticks.

Their son awakened his soul power, and at the fifth level of the innate realm—this should have been a cause for great joy. But after the words "Soul Master Class" were uttered, other, more realistic concerns quietly settled into their hearts.

That means a longer road ahead.

This also means more pressure that they dare not think about now.

Lang Yue glanced at her husband and said softly, "Are you worried about the future?"

Tang Ziran gave a wry smile and did not deny it.

"Having soul power is a good thing," he said. "Precisely because it's a good thing, I don't want to disappoint him in the future."

Lang Yue fell silent.

She understood what her husband meant by those words.

It's not that I don't want Tang Wulin to leave, but I'm afraid that even though the child has clearly seen a path, he's making the journey too difficult.

The wind outside seeped in through the cracks in the window, carrying the salty, damp scent unique to the seaside. The room remained quiet for a while before Lang Yue let out a soft sigh.

"Don't think too far ahead," she whispered. "At least today, we should be happy for him."

Tang Ziran nodded.

"Um."

The couple then picked up their bowls and slowly began to eat their lunch. However, while eating, their eyes kept glancing towards Tang Wulin's small room, clearly indicating that neither of them was truly at ease.

At this very moment, Tang Wulin, lying on the small bed, had already fallen into a deep sleep.

He slept very deeply, more so than any of his previous afternoon naps. His small body was curled up in the blanket, his forehead still warm, but his breathing gradually became steady.

In the last sliver of consciousness before he fell completely asleep, a few words kept echoing in his mind—

Innate Soul Power Level 5.

Soul Master Class.

And then there was what my father said, "You've already taken the first step."

Thinking of this, even though he was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open, the corners of his mouth still curved slightly.

He felt neither inferior nor disappointed.

He was just too tired.

But precisely because of this, he didn't know that after he fell into a deep sleep, the burning and heaviness he had carried all the way home from the awakening room had not truly subsided.

It was merely lurking deeper, as if waiting for something.

For the Tang family, however, this day marked the beginning of a real transformation.