Douluo Continent: Martial Soul - Agave, Self-created Earth God Position

In a manor within the Heaven Dou City of Douluo Continent.

Five-year-old Sabo is clinging to his grandfather Salas's leg.

"Grandpa, take me with you. Don't leave me behind. I don't want to be left alone in the manor. No one will play with me. If you leave, I won't see you for a long time." The child's voice was sweet and stubborn.

A pair of dark eyes stared at the old man in the priest's robe in front of him.

Salas lowered his head, looking at his grandson who had matured from a young age, his brows furrowed into a deep frown. He was over forty years old this year, and had been working his way up in the Spirit Hall for decades. He had seen all kinds of storms, but he just couldn't do anything about this little brat.

"Bo'er, Grandpa is going to pay homage to His Holiness the Pope, not to go on a country outing." Salas tried to make his tone sound authoritative, but he knew very well that this kid never bought into that.

Sabo pouted, his eyes immediately filling with tears as he looked at his grandfather again. "Your Holiness the Pope - Chihiro." Sabo suddenly uttered this name, a name his grandfather always mentioned.

His voice still had a hint of childishness, "Grandpa always talks about how great and powerful the Pope is. Sabo wants to go with Grandpa to see what someone even more powerful than Grandpa looks like."

Salas was silent for a while. He really had no way to deal with his grandson. His son and daughter-in-law had passed away early, and his grandson had lost his parents at birth. Naturally, he gave all his love to Bo.

He recalled that the child had shown extraordinary curiosity since he could speak, and was very interested in everything about the Spirit Hall.

Other children this age are either playing in the mud or helping their parents with simple chores.

But Sabo was different; he often came to the library to look at all kinds of books.

Sometimes he would hide in a corner, so engrossed in reading that he would often forget to go home, to the point that even the staff at the library remembered this little guy.

Sometimes Salas even felt that his grandson didn't seem like a five-year-old child; his bright eyes made him look like someone who had lived for many years.

"Never mind." Salas sighed, bent down to pick up his grandson, and said, "You're just pretending to visit His Holiness the Pope; you actually want to take a look at the Spirit Hall's library!"

Seeing that his little trick had been exposed, Sabo stuck out his tongue.

"However, you must remember that once you arrive at the Spirit Hall, you are not allowed to run around, talk nonsense, or cause trouble. Just stay quietly in the library and read your books. Grandpa will come to pick you up when the meeting is over."

After saying that, Sabo stopped crying and started laughing. He broke free from his grandfather's embrace and happily ran around him in circles, shouting, "Grandpa is the best!"

The carriage departed from the manor just as dawn was breaking.

The distance between Heaven Dou City and Spirit City is several hundred miles. Even with the carriages provided by the Spirit Hall, plus the cost of food and drink along the way, it would still take several days.

Inside the carriage, Salas closed his eyes to rest. Sabo leaned against the window, watching the scenery rushing past, his little mind racing.

I've been in this world for five years now.

In his past life, he was chatting with his friends after dinner when he said that the Spirit Hall could also be considered a villain.

When he woke up, he had become the grandson of Cardinal Salas.

At first, he was devastated, after all, in the original work, Salas was a real "villain" who always talked about courting death when he saw commoners awaken twin martial souls.

But after five years together, Sabo discovered that things weren't so simple.

Salas's love for her was genuine; the deep bond of blood ties couldn't be faked.

Moreover, although this grandfather was cold and ruthless to outsiders, he was almost always obedient to her.

He wasn't a heartless person; he couldn't bear to think about how to distance himself from an elderly person who genuinely loved him and sever all ties with him.

Moreover, being Salas's grandson offers immense advantages within the Spirit Hall. Rather than resisting, it's better to boldly accept it.

Sabo's hand went numb from pressing down, so he changed his posture and continued to think and analyze.

He is five years old this year and will awaken his martial spirit next year.

Sabo pondered this matter for a long time. What was Salas's spirit in the original work? He carefully recalled the scenes of Salas's appearance.

All I remember is that when Ning Rongrong was introducing him, Salas was sitting next to Emperor Xueye, and she described him as a bad guy. The entire text didn't describe what kind of martial soul he had.

However, after observing for the past five years, I have figured it out—Grandpa's martial spirit is the plant-type agave.

Plant-based martial spirit.

Sabo was calculating in his mind, "According to the rules of Douluo Continent, I'll most likely awaken the Agave Spirit. As for innate spirit power?"

Sabo couldn't help but continue to complain in his mind: "These days, if you don't awaken a full innate soul power, you can't even call yourself the protagonist of a Douluo Continent fanfiction. The awakened martial souls are all top-notch, like the pill martial soul, the Sky-Supporting Spear, the Ultimate Conducting Terror Beast..."

"Bo'er, what are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed in your thoughts?" Salas asked when he saw Bo'er leaning against the window for a long time without moving.

"Grandpa, I'm thinking about awakening my martial spirit." Sabo turned around, looking serious.

Salas was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "That's right. Our Bo'er will be able to awaken his martial soul next year. Don't worry, you are my grandson, and the Spirit Hall will not treat you unfairly."

"Once you awaken your martial soul, no matter what level your innate soul power is, Grandpa will hire the best teacher for you."

"There will never be a situation like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan, where they were left to their own devices just because their innate soul power was low."

Sabo's eyes lit up: "The best teacher, Grandpa, who do you think is the best?"

Salas pondered for a moment: "The Spirit Hall is the strongest force on the continent, with countless experts, including more than a dozen Title Douluos."

"Although you can befriend the priests in the Hall of Offerings, they must take a liking to you and you must have exceptional talent..."

"No, no, the best teacher is still Chrysanthemum Douluo Juyue Guan Mianxia. His martial soul is the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, a top-level plant-type martial soul. Becoming his disciple is the best choice."

"Kikuzuki Pass?" Sabo murmured the name to himself.

"Ju Yueguan, a titled Douluo and an elder of the Spirit Hall, possesses unfathomable strength."

"Moreover, choosing Chrysanthemum Douluo is equivalent to automatically binding with Ghost Douluo Gui Mei. These two are famously inseparable. One is Chrysanthemum Douluo, and the other is Ghost Douluo. Buy one get one free, which is extremely cost-effective."

"Plus, he's the grandson of the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Temple..."

Sabo suddenly felt that this setup looked familiar. His grandfather was a high-ranking official in the Spirit Hall, he himself was a third-generation official, he had become a disciple of a top expert, and the entire Spirit Hall's power stood behind him.

Isn't that Luffy, the pirate king? No, no, Luffy is a pirate, not a marine.

"Then what am I? Kakarot? Tsunade? Forget it, I'm not going to be some kind of Super Saiyan or the legendary fat sheep..."