Douluo Continent: The Silver Winged Star, a Night of Clan Extermination at the Start!

Poultry Village, on the outskirts of Soto.

It was late spring, and the afternoon sun shone through the sparse clouds onto the smooth bluestone on the back hill.

Six-year-old Bai Chen lay on his back with a pale blue silver grass in his mouth. The slightly astringent taste of the grass stem melted on his tongue, much like his current state of mind.

The wind blows across the hillside, carrying the calls of poultry and the smell of cooking smoke from distant villages.

This should have been a peaceful and ordinary rural afternoon, but Bai Chen's heart was churning with a turmoil far beyond his years.

He was not born and raised in the village of poultry.

No one in the village knew this secret.

Bai Chen's true identity is that of a descendant of the Min clan, one of the four great clans.

Or more accurately, it is Baihe's non-existent grandson, who was never mentioned in the original work.

Memories flooded back like a tide.

Although he was less than a year old at the time, as a time traveler, everything was so clear to him.

His father, Bai Ming, is the second son of Bai He, the patriarch of the Min clan. He is a level 68 Soul Emperor with the Martial Soul Swift.

Mother Qingling, Martial Soul Dragon Eagle, Level 53 Soul King.

They were an enviable couple in the Heavenly Dou Imperial City, until that unexpected event occurred.

Bai Chen still remembers that night.

His mother, still holding him in her swaddling clothes, fled with his father.

They fled for three days and three nights, heading south from the Heavenly Dou Imperial City, traversing half of the Barak Kingdom, and finally arriving at the outskirts of Soto City.

The parents were already at their last gasp.

"Ling'er, take Chen'er and leave. I'll distract them."

The father stopped and turned to face the direction he had come from, his eyes filled with a resolute determination to die.

"No! We'll die together!" the mother cried out.

The father turned around, used his last strength to gently stroke the mother's face, and then took one last deep look at Bai Chen in the swaddling clothes.

"Our child must live. Promise me, let him grow up safely, don't tell him the truth, don't let him seek revenge..."

"Brother Ming..."

"Walk!"

The father transformed into a streak of light and rushed towards the pursuers.

The mother broke down in tears, but had no choice but to continue fleeing with Bai Chen in her arms.

Until she saw the poultry village at the foot of the mountain.

That night, the mother placed Bai Chen at the door of a farmhouse at the east end of the village and knocked on the door with her last bit of strength.

Then she bent down and gently stroked the baby's tender cheek with her scarred hands.

"Xiao Chen, your mother and father will no longer be able to protect you and guide you as you grow up. It is your mother and father's incompetence that makes us so."

Her voice choked with sobs, and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

"You're a good child. I hope you live a good life from now on, and please don't seek revenge for us!"

"As long as you can live a peaceful and safe life, that's the greatest happiness for your mother and father!"

"Xiao Chen, your mother and father will always love you!"

A deep kiss landed on her forehead, carrying the salty taste of blood and tears.

Then, the mother resolutely turned around, and the wings of the dragon eagle unfolded once more, even though the wings were so damaged that they were almost unable to fly.

But she soared into the sky, resolutely flying towards the direction from which the pursuers were coming, using her last strength to fight for her son's life.

The door opened, and the Lin couple from Poultry Village discovered the baby at the door.

The kind-hearted peasant couple had no children of their own, so they adopted Bai Chen and treated him as their own son.

"Mother, you told me not to seek revenge..."

Bai Chen spat out the Blue Silver Grass from his mouth, sat up, and his youthful face showed anger that was beyond his years.

"How can a son remain indifferent when he knows his parents have been harmed and who the enemy is?"

He clenched his small fist, his nails digging deep into his palm.

The memory of that night, instead of becoming blurred as he grew older, became clearer.

The final moments of my parents, the warmth of my mother's kiss on the forehead, my father's resolute back as he turned to face death...

"Spirit Hall... Tang Hao... Clear Sky Sect..."

Bai Chen murmured these names, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I won't let any of them go."

A mountain breeze blew by, lifting his short black hair.

A cold flame burned in those clear eyes that should have belonged to a six-year-old child.

"Brother Chen! Brother Chen! Where are you?"

A rough, childlike voice came from down the hillside, interrupting Bai Chen's thoughts.

A chubby little boy with red hair climbed up the hillside, panting, his chubby face flushed with excitement.

That's Ma Hongjun, a child of the same age in the village.

Bai Chen was also familiar with them; they were one of the main characters in the original work.

The two had a fairly good relationship.

"I've finally found you!"

Ma Hongjun plopped down next to the bluestone.

"The esteemed figures from the Spirit Hall have arrived! They're at the village's Spirit Hall branch to awaken our spirits!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, or we'll miss the deadline!"

Bai Chen's heart stirred.

Today is the Martial Soul Awakening Day in Douluo Continent. Martial Soul Branch Halls in various places will send deacons to awaken the Martial Souls of children in various villages.

Will you become a respected Soul Master, or continue to be an ordinary person?

It all comes down to this one shudder.

"Let's go."

Bai Chen jumped down from the bluestone and brushed the grass clippings off his body.

The two ran down the hillside one after the other, heading towards the Martial Soul Branch Hall in the center of the village.

The village of poultry is small, with only a few dozen households, most of whom make a living by raising poultry.

The wooden house in the center of the village, nominally called the Martial Soul Branch Hall but actually a rather dilapidated building, was unusually lively today.

Almost all the six-year-old children in the village gathered here.

Parents gathered outside, their faces filled with anticipation and nervousness.

After Bai Chen and Ma Hongjun entered the Martial Soul Branch Hall, they lined up at the end of the queue.

Bai Chen was quite surprised after entering the Martial Soul Branch Hall.

Because this year, the one who came to awaken their martial soul was not the steward of the Soto City Martial Soul Branch Hall as in the past.

Instead, he was a middle-aged man with black crystal glasses, a long face, and a hooked nose, wearing a gray-brown leather jacket.

"I am Flander, a level 72 Soul Saint, and I am here today to awaken your Martial Souls."

The middle-aged man pushed up his glasses, his voice slightly hoarse.

Bai Chen was shocked.

Flanders?

This is Flander, the dean of Shrek Academy, the Flying Horn of the Golden Triangle, and Ma Hongjun's teacher in the original work.

Upon closer reflection, this makes sense.

Given Ma Hongjun's talent as the Evil Fire Phoenix, if a deacon of the Spirit Hall were to awaken it and discover a mutated top-tier beast spirit with innate eighth-level spirit power, he would definitely do his utmost to invite him to join the Spirit Hall.

Ma Hongjun's parents are both ordinary people, so they'll probably agree.

Only if Flander comes in person can he be directly admitted to Shrek Academy.

"Let's begin, one at a time."

Flander waved his hand, and seven soul rings—two yellow, three purple, and two black—rose beneath his feet. Even a trace of the Soul Saint's aura caused a stir among the children in the room.

Bai Chen counted; there were only six children in line to awaken, and he was the last one.

The first one to step forward was a girl with pigtails, who timidly walked to the center of the magic circle made up of six black stones.

"Don't be afraid, relax."

Flander infused his soul power into the magic circle, and golden light emerged.

The girl exclaimed softly, and a phantom image of a hen flapping its wings appeared in her right hand.

"Hen Martial Soul, no soul power, next."

The next few children also awakened various kinds of poultry—ducks, geese, and even a guinea fowl—but none of them had soul power.

Flander's face remained expressionless, clearly accustomed to this outcome.

It's rare for a village like Poultry Village to produce a Soul Master!