Douluo's Soul Power increases by two levels every year

Chapter 3 Martial Soul Awakening, Blazing Shield

"Mom, help me! Dad's going to hit me again!"

"Don't you dare tell on me, you little brat! When did I ever say I was going to hit you?"

Six years have passed since Han Feng arrived in Douluo Continent. Han Feng spent a year learning the language of the continent. However, unlike Tang San, Han Feng's life is much more comfortable. He has a loving mother and a responsible father. He can also eat soul beast meat every two days to satisfy his cravings. On the continent, this is already the top standard of living!

Compared to Tang San's parents, who came from extremely prominent backgrounds, Han Feng's parents seemed much more ordinary.

Father Han Dang is thirty-three years old this year. He is a level 45 defensive battle spirit master with the Xuanjia Shield martial spirit and one white, one yellow and two purple spirit rings!

Mother Zhang Lingling is thirty years old this year. She is a level 38 support Soul Master with the Martial Soul Crimson Flame and two yellow and one purple Soul Rings!

Han Dang works at the Great Soul Arena in the city. The salary for a Soul Master is quite good, enough for his family of three to live a comfortable life.

Today is the day Han Feng's martial soul awakens, and even though Han Feng is a transmigrator, he can't help but be excited.

Han Feng had no doubt about his soul power; it was at least level twelve. After all, with his cheat-like ability, he could level up twice a year. Six years had passed, and even if he had no soul power at birth, he would still be level twelve by now. What could make Han Feng so excited was naturally his martial soul.

To be honest, Han Feng didn't really want to inherit Han Dang's martial soul. After all, a strong attack is a man's true romance, and if he inherited the Xuanjia Shield, he would only be able to embark on the irreversible path of a defensive soul master.

Han Feng hopes to inherit his mother's Crimson Flame Martial Soul. Although Zhang Lingling is a support Soul Master, it's because she made a mistake when choosing her Soul Rings and had no choice but to become a support Soul Master. After all, it's about fire. As long as she doesn't lose her mind, it's still quite easy for her to become a powerful offensive Soul Master.

Filled with longing for the Crimson Flame Martial Soul, the unlucky Han Feng pestered Han Dang with questions early in the morning, making no attempt to hide his disdain for the Xuanjia Shield Martial Soul.

Han Dang didn't indulge him and told him directly that the Han family had always possessed the Xuanjia Shield Martial Soul, passed down through a single lineage, only to men. Han Feng's little scheme had failed.

But with the mindset of "if I don't have a good time, neither should you," and a willingness to die together, Han Feng abandoned Han Dang and ran to Zhang Lingling to badmouth him—this wasn't the first time; his practiced methods were so skillful it made one feel sorry for Han Dang.

Sure enough, when Zhang Lingling heard that Han Dang was going to hit her precious son again, she looked directly at Han Dang. With just one look, Han Dang, who was originally baring his teeth and claws, became quiet like a well-behaved kitten. At this moment, Han Feng, who was hiding behind Zhang Lingling, made a face at Han Dang. His smug look made Han Dang's ears hurt!

Although Han Feng is a time traveler and his real age is much older than he appears, he was only twenty years old in his previous life and six years old in this life, so he is only twenty-six years old in total. He has only graduated from kindergarten twenty years ago!

However, this time Zhang Lingling did not twist Han Dang's ear. She just glared at Han Dang and then said nothing more, which disappointed Han Feng.

Zhang Lingling picked up Han Feng and affectionately rubbed his little face.

Han Feng resembled his mother, Zhang Lingling, except for his large eyes which resembled Han Dang's. His nose and mouth were even more like Zhang Lingling's, which made Han Feng quite proud, considering himself a handsome man. However, this also made Zhang Lingling particularly fond of pinching his cheeks, much to Han Feng's amusement.

"Feng'er, no matter what kind of martial soul it is, it has its advantages. Mom believes that whether it's Dad's Xuanjia Shield or Mom's Crimson Flame, Feng'er will definitely be able to make the most of its strengths and avoid its weaknesses, right?"

Han Feng is precocious, so Zhang Lingling isn't afraid of him throwing a childish tantrum, and said softly.

Upon hearing this, Han Feng gave an embarrassed smile, clearly realizing that Zhang Lingling had seen right through his little scheme.

"Exactly! What's wrong with the Xuanjia Shield?! One man can hold off ten thousand!"

Seeing that Zhang Lingling didn't say anything about him, Han Dang suddenly became bolder and quickly gave a light reprimand from the side.

Han Feng stuck out his tongue, lowered his head, and muttered quietly, "Tch! He's still just standing there taking a beating!"

Han Feng's voice was indeed very soft, but Han Dang and Zhang Lingling, one a Soul Master and the other a Soul Venerable, were so close, how could they not hear him? Han Dang opened his mouth to scold him again, but Zhang Lingling glared at him and shut him up: "What business is it of yours!"

Han Dang had no choice but to mutter a couple of words and hide to the side.

"Feng'er, the people from the Spirit Hall have arrived. They'll find out what your spirit is soon. What if Feng'er's spirit has mutated?" Seeing her precious son unhappy, Zhang Lingling quickly tried to coax him.

"Oh..." Han Feng responded weakly.

As a Soul Master with a Soul Venerable wife, Han Dang was fully qualified to invite people from the Spirit Hall who had awakened their Martial Souls to his home. After all, most Soul Masters who awaken Martial Souls were Great Soul Masters in their twenties.

Following behind Zhang Lingling, Han Feng soon saw the person who was going to awaken his martial soul.

"Greetings, Lord Soul Master! I am Wang Xun! It is my pleasure to serve you!"

"Okay! Thank you for your help!"

In front of outsiders, Han Dang still maintained a dignified presence. As a Soul Master, even without releasing his soul power, he was enough to put pressure on Wang Xun, a Great Soul Master.

Han Feng was somewhat disappointed upon hearing Wang Xun's self-introduction—without Su Yuntao's "useless" martial soul certification, was he really not the protagonist?

After a brief exchange with Han Dang, Wang Xun approached Han Feng and said with a gentle smile, "Young Master Han! Please do not resist later. I will draw out the power dormant within you!"

Wang Xun looked to be in his thirties, and showed no impatience whatsoever. Han Feng could only nod, and under Zhang Lingling's encouraging gaze, said, "Thank you for your trouble!"

Han Feng's politeness caught Wang Xun's eye. Without further ado, he released his martial spirit: "Sand Crocodile! Possess!"

Two spirit rings, one white and one yellow, rose from behind Wang Xun. Wang Xun's appearance changed at a speed visible to the naked eye. A row of serrated yellow armor plates grew from his spine, his hands turned into sharp claws, his limbs became thick and strong, and a gust of sand swirled around him.

To Wang Xun's surprise, Han Feng did not show any fear or panic in his eyes. However, Wang Xun thought about it again and didn't care. After all, he was Han Dang's son. He must have seen many martial spirits in the Great Soul Arena, and there must be many that were more ferocious than his own!

"Young Master Han! Please do not resist!"

Wang Xun gave a final reminder, and after Han Feng nodded, he placed his hand, which had transformed into a claw, on Han Feng's head. Han Feng felt a warm power flowing through his body, and when this power flowed through his dantian, a sudden change occurred!

"male!"

A ball of flame suddenly surged out from Han Feng's body, enveloping him. The intense heat even made Wang Xun frown—thankfully, the flame meant no harm, otherwise his palm would probably be half-cooked!

Han Feng was overjoyed when he sensed the flame. He felt that the flame was very warm and welcoming, and it was definitely his martial soul!

Zhang Lingling and Han Dang, who had been watching from the side, both stared wide-eyed!

Could it be that my son really possesses the Crimson Flame Martial Soul?!

Han Dang frowned even more: "That shouldn't be... The Han family's genes are very strong..."

As it turned out, the Han family's genes were indeed strong. Han Dang and the other two soon discovered that a shield had risen from the flames. Han Feng naturally grasped it in his right hand. The feeling of being connected by blood made Han Feng know that this was his complete martial soul!

With the eyesight of Han Dang and the other two, how could they not see that the flames were coming from the shield? Han Feng's martial soul was more like the shield that emitted the flames than the flames!

Zhang Lingling was somewhat displeased: "Is it still a shield...?"

"Hehe! Wife! What's wrong with a shield... Our son will definitely be the most resilient man in the future!" Han Dang said to Zhang Lingling with a grin.

To everyone's surprise, Zhang Lingling didn't buy it at all, and sneered, "You're still just standing there taking a beating!? Let me tell you, if my precious son ever gets hurt, I'll twist your ears off!"

Han Dang's face immediately turned bitter!

The young couple never even considered whether Han Feng possessed soul power!

Wang Xun was unaware of the young couple's private conversation. After Han Feng's martial soul awakened, he put away the Sand Crocodile martial soul and asked Han Feng, "Young Master Han, your martial soul seems to be a combination of Lord Han and Madam Han's martial souls. May I ask what it's called?"

Han Feng was stunned for a moment, about to say that he didn't know either, but when he opened his mouth, he inexplicably called out the name of his martial soul: "The Shield of Blazing Heaven! My martial soul is called the Shield of Blazing Heaven!"

"The Shield of the Sky... that's quite a fitting description!"

How could it not be vivid? This is exactly what the Shield of the Blazing Sky told Han Feng!

(End of this chapter)