Battle Through the Heavens: Xiao Yan, who was kidnapped to another world

After retracting his martial spirit, the boy placed his hand on the crystal ball.

"Half-level soul power..." Looking at the faint light, Wang Cheng was speechless for a moment.

If it were a level one soul power, Wang Cheng could directly say, "Keep it up, I look forward to the day you become a soul master," but half a level... if nothing unexpected happens, this boy will only be able to waste his life below level ten.

"Hmm, not bad, only two levels lower than Zhang San. Next." Wang Cheng looked away.

"Sir, can I become a Soul Master?" The boy asked cautiously, seemingly sensing Wang Cheng's emotions.

“Of course…” Wang Cheng forced a smile.

"That kid will probably never reach the tenth level of Dou Qi in his lifetime... or rather, the tenth level of Soul Power."

The old man's calm voice echoed in Xiao Yan's heart, "In this world... the difference between people is probably greater than the difference between people and beasts."

"Because of innate soul power?"

"That's right. Unlike our Dou Qi Continent, although this world also has the energy of heaven and earth, such a remote place seems to lack the knowledge of absorbing energy. All the energy is absorbed by luck."

"But isn't that innate soul power?" Xiao Yan was somewhat surprised, after all, what Yao Lao said was completely different from what was recorded in the several books about soul masters that he had read.

"Perhaps it's a cover-up by the world's elite?"

The old doctor hesitated slightly, as he couldn't guarantee that what he had learned over the past few years was more than what most people in the world knew.

"I sensed that the children's bodies were completely empty, without a trace of energy. At that time, I thought that these children did not have innate soul power."

"But just now, before that child awakened his martial soul, he was very lucky to absorb a trace of heaven and earth energy, and it was after absorbing that trace that he gained a trace of soul power."

"So... the innate soul power before awakening a martial soul depends entirely on luck? And there's no knowledge of energy absorption among the common people? Are the people of this world really cursed?" Xiao Yan was speechless.

“That’s why I said it might be something the higher-ups are deliberately hiding,” the old apothecary cautiously concluded. “Just like how the level of gods only appears in the legends told by the elders, it’s probably because the people of this world are cursed, so the strongest beings are out there waging war…?”

"Xiao Yan, it's your turn."

While the master and apprentice were talking, Wang Cheng had already completed the martial spirit awakening ceremony for the other children.

Finally, he turned his gaze to Xiao Yan.

"Ok."

Xiao Yan appeared flustered and nervously walked to the center of the formation.

As Wang Cheng mobilized his soul power and a golden light shield rose, Xiao Yan raised his right hand and quietly released his soul weapon—the Xuanzhong Ruler.

Wang Cheng sighed as he looked at the far fewer points of light within the golden shield that appeared when the children awakened their martial spirits.

Although he earned his noble title through his own strength, he still knew the common knowledge that the more light spots in the awakening array during the awakening of a martial soul, the stronger the awakener's martial soul and the higher the possibility of having soul power...

"A greatsword?!"

However, when Xiao Yan raised his right hand, and a Xuanzhong Ruler, whose length was comparable to his double-edged axe, appeared in his hand, Wang Cheng exclaimed in surprise.

"Um... sir, is there something wrong with my martial soul?"

Because of the rush, Xiao Yan hadn't had a chance to familiarize himself with the new Xuan Heavy Ruler before rushing here. So, after summoning it, Xiao Yan's wrist felt slightly heavy, and he spent some effort getting used to the new weight of the Xuan Heavy Ruler. Xiao Yan looked at Wang Cheng, who had exclaimed in surprise, somewhat at a loss.

Surely I won't be treated like someone else's illegitimate child, like someone else's martial soul?

Xiao Yan internally complained.

"No, I'm just a little surprised."

Looking at the heavy sword, which was over two meters long and covered with strange patterns, and looked quite mysterious, Wang Cheng cursed inwardly at the people who made the conclusion that "the light spots in the Awakening Array are related to the strength of the Awakener's Martial Soul," and then said calmly, "Let's test your Soul Power."

A blue crystal ball was handed to Xiao Yan.

Feeling that under the minimum suppression of Dou Qi by the Xuan Heavy Ruler, his activity level was only at the first level, but in reality, he had just broken through to the fifth level of Dou Qi. After thinking for a moment, Xiao Yan decided to take back the Xuan Heavy Ruler.

After Xiao Yan placed his right hand on the crystal ball, the crystal ball emitted a light that was not particularly strong.

Chapter 4 Past Events

"Innate soul power... Level 5?"

Wang Cheng, with a somewhat strange expression, announced Xiao Yan's 'innate soul power'—

When that ancient and mysterious heavy sword spirit appeared, he chuckled to himself, thinking that he couldn't possibly encounter a once-in-a-millennium innate full soul power like those in the stories, right here in this village.

However, as it turns out, a storybook will always remain just a storybook.

"Level five?" Xiao Yan blinked. "My lord, if it's level five soul power..."

However, his "five-stage battle qi" was only level five soul power, while Zhang San's level twenty-one was a five-star battle master, and Wang Cheng's level forty-four was a seven-star battle master...

'It seems that Soul Kings are at the Great Dou Shi level, while Title Douluo level Soul Masters are probably only around Dou Wang level...'

Xiao Yan muttered to himself.

"Even among large forces, a level 5 innate soul power is considered above average. For a small village like Baiyun Village, it's as rare as a golden phoenix emerging from a chicken coop."

Wang Cheng didn't care about this common sense and casually explained.

"Even if you hardly cultivate on weekdays, your level 5 innate soul power is enough to support you to become a Soul King before you die. If you work hard, you might even become a Soul Emperor."

"When will I be able to surpass Uncle Zhang San?"

"Zhang San?" Upon hearing this name, Wang Cheng paused for a moment, then sneered, "With enough effort, you can surpass him at twenty... no, nineteen, or even before you come of age."

Upon hearing the mention of Zhang San, Wang Cheng immediately lost interest, casually withdrew his martial spirit, and then picked up the round stones on the ground one by one.

“I can’t issue a certificate from the Spirit Hall,” Wang Cheng said, turning back after pushing open the Spirit Hall’s door. “I’ll send someone to find a deacon to issue you the certificate later.”

"prove?"

Upon hearing this word, the village chief, who had been waiting at the door, nervously approached Wang Cheng: "Master, are there any children in our village who have the potential to become Soul Masters this year?"

"One...no, two, there are two who can become Soul Masters."

Wang Cheng, who had subconsciously overlooked the child at the beginning, hesitated for a moment, but still included that person in the count.

"Two, two?!"

The sudden surprise made the village chief almost doubt if he was dreaming. "Which two are they...?"

"The first one in line is Xiao Yan."

When Wang Cheng mentioned Xiao Yan's name, he glanced at Zhang San, who was sitting to the side pretending to be indifferent, but whose ears were perked up as if he were eavesdropping.

"My grandson!"

Completely ignoring the name that followed, the village chief rushed into the Spirit Hall.

"Xiao Yan... his innate soul power..."

"Level five, which is a level higher than both of our innate soul power."

As Wang Cheng passed by Zhang San, Zhang San finally couldn't help but ask the question. Wang Cheng, who had been waiting for Zhang San to speak, casually replied and then looked at Zhang San with a mocking expression, "What, you finally dare to talk to me?"

"Level 5... Level 5..."

"Wang Cheng, tell me honestly, if Xiao Yan has level five innate soul power, and is even born with divine strength... and is even stronger than me now, then his first soul ring must be at least 420 years old, right?"

As if possessed, Zhang San muttered the words twice before suddenly grabbing Wang Cheng's arms, staring intently into Wang Cheng's eyes, and asking.

What nonsense are you talking about?

When Zhang San grabbed his arms, Wang Cheng's lips twitched, and he instinctively tried to break free. However, after hearing what Zhang San said, Wang Cheng directly grabbed Zhang San's collar instead.

"Are you sure you're telling the truth?" Wang Cheng's eyes widened.

"Why would I lie to you..." Zhang San said with a bitter smile.

"Xiao Yan!"

Wang Cheng released his grip on Zhang San's collar and turned to look at Xiao Yan, who had just walked out of the Spirit Hall.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

As Xiao Yan walked out of the Spirit Hall with the crowd, he looked up and asked in surprise.

"Would you like to join us?" Wang Cheng looked at Xiao Yan with extreme seriousness, but his words left Xiao Yan somewhat bewildered. "Join our team and work together for the future of Soul Masters?"

"Uh..." Xiao Yan looked at Wang Cheng, who had a serious expression, somewhat at a loss.

"Wang Cheng was referring to small, emerging Soul Master factions that have existed for the past decade, with the goal of establishing a standard for the physical attributes of all Soul Masters..."

After asking the village chief and some other children to leave, Zhang San explained, "We'll establish standards for physical fitness, and then allow all Soul Masters to absorb Soul Rings that are closest to their limits within a certain timeframe."

"Do you know what the best soul ring combination is on the mainland?" After glancing at Zhang San, Wang Cheng looked at Xiao Yan and asked.

“Yes, Uncle Zhang mentioned it in his collection of books: two yellow, two purple, five black, or four black and one red.” Xiao Yan nodded.

“That’s right, two yellows, two purples, and five blacks, or four blacks and one red,” Wang Cheng nodded and grinned twice.

"But that's utter bullshit!" The next second, Wang Cheng's eyes turned red as he cursed angrily, "Some bastards even wrote down the maximum number of Soul Rings for each stage of a Soul Master... They're all a bunch of scoundrels, scoundrels who are fooling the common people!"

As if recalling some tragic past, Wang Cheng cursed angrily.

"As you can see, my spirit rings are one white, two yellow, and one purple." After cursing a few times, Wang Cheng summoned his mountain-splitting axe, revealing four spirit rings: one white, two yellow, and one purple. Then he glanced at Zhang San.

"My spirit rings are one yellow and one white." Sensing Wang Cheng's gaze, Zhang San hesitated for a moment before summoning his martial spirit—

A book appeared, and then two spirit rings, one yellow and one white, gradually emerged. However, unlike Wang Cheng's yellow spirit ring, Zhang San's yellow spirit ring seemed to be somewhat disintegrating.

"Uncle Zhang's first spirit ring..." Xiao Yan looked at the somewhat disintegrating yellow spirit ring with some confusion.

"A 420-year-old spirit ring. Even after losing half his life, he couldn't absorb it all, and in the end, half of it exploded."

Looking at Zhang San's spirit rings and recalling the past for a moment, Wang Cheng sneered twice.

Zhang San gave a wry smile and began to explain their past to Xiao Yan, a very short tragedy.

Zhang San and Wang Cheng were best friends who grew up in the same village. However, that village was too remote and poor. After they awakened their martial souls and went to the big city to study, the first 'cultured person' they came into contact with was Yu Xiaogang, who is now a joke in the soul master world.

The two, lacking in knowledge, believed the man's theory. It wasn't until Zhang San was unable to absorb the 420-year-old soul ring and was on the verge of exploding that he was guided by the Soul King-level principal, and finally managed to absorb it with difficulty.

“Then, my martial soul was ruined, and I was ruined too,” Zhang San covered his mouth and nose, wanting to laugh but unable to. “I couldn’t use my first soul skill, and my soul power progressed slower than someone with innate soul power level one. After breaking through level twenty, my body couldn’t support me absorbing soul rings for a hundred years… or even ninety-nine years.”

"I'm pretty much the same," Wang Cheng grinned. "I didn't dare to absorb a hundred-year-old spirit ring for my first spirit ring, and if my teacher hadn't forced me, my second spirit ring would probably still be white."

"Even ten years ago, my eldest son, who was weak and sickly, exploded in front of me because he absorbed the soul ring of a 110-year-old Azure Steel Tiger."

Wang Cheng calmly uttered words that left Xiao Yan speechless.

"Then, this thing was said in front of me that it might just be an accident."