Douluo: Protect Our Soul Hall

Three days later.

morning.

Old Jack, dressed in clean clothes and with meticulously combed hair, came to Tang San's blacksmith shop as promised and called inside:

"Mistress, Grandpa Jack is here to pick you up. Come out quickly and get ready to participate in the martial arts awakening ceremony."

Inside a simple adobe house.

There is an Eight Immortals square table placed in the center.

There was a large bowl of porridge and several stacks of pickles on the table, which were all Tang San's breakfast.

Tang Hao and Tang San each sat on a long wooden bench.

Father and son sat opposite each other.

Tang Hao drank the porridge with a loud mouth. Kuaizi kept picking up pickles and put them into his mouth.

Soon, most of the gruel and pickles on the table went into Tang Hao's stomach.

Tang San didn't eat much at all, but he didn't feel anything was wrong. He was particularly happy at the moment.

Because this is what a father feels like!

At this time, Old Jack's shout came in from outside the door curtain.

Tang San raised his head from the bowl and glanced at his father.

Tang Hao had no expression on his face and said a few words coldly:

"Let's go. Remember to come back early and clear the dishes quickly. Also, don't delay making lunch."

After saying that, Tang Hao quickly put down the bowl, grabbed the wine gourd hanging around his waist, and drank a few more mouthfuls of low-quality ale.

"Yes, father!"

Tang San happily agreed, put down the bowl, and quickly ran out of the blacksmith shop to meet Old Jack who was waiting outside.

Just when Tang San opened the door curtain and walked out.

Tang Hao's eyes flashed red, looking at Tang San's back, his eyes were very meaningful, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time.

Tang Hao put down the wine gourd in his hand and wiped his mouth with his big hand, wiping away the remaining wine on it.

He stood up and walked to the stove nearby.

Soon.

Inside the adobe house, the sound of banging iron could be heard.

...

the other side.

Under the leadership of old Jack.

Tang San followed Old Jack and walked for a few minutes to the Spirit Hall located in the center of the village.

Looking at the tallest, most gorgeous, and brand-new building in the entire Holy Soul Village, even the doors are made of iron domes.

Tang San's eyes showed disdain, and the corners of his mouth revealed an indescribable sneer.

On the other hand, Old Jack looked at the branch hall of Wuhun Hall that made people feel awe. His walking posture became much straighter and his posture became straighter.

At this time, Old Jack turned to look at Tang San and said:

"Xiao San, this is the place where you will perform the Wuhun Awakening Ceremony today. I believe you already know the Wuhun Hall branch of our Holy Soul Village."

"This branch hall was originally just a wooden house, which was only slightly larger than the other houses in our Holy Soul Village."

"But three years ago, Wuhun Palace demolished it, and soon it was rebuilt and expanded into what it is now."

"Later, a soul master and several ordinary staff were stationed, and a notice was posted saying that all villagers who have any items that need to be traded can come to the Wuhun Hall branch to trade, and Wuhun Hall will introduce them to everyone.

We guarantee fairness and justice and fair prices.”

Old Jack paused and continued:

"At this time, we learned that it was said that Wuhun Palace had established an organization called the Pan-Continental Merchant Alliance, which used these Wuhun Palace branches as trading sites to be responsible for various trades on the mainland."

"This move by Wuhun Palace is excellent for the hundreds of villagers in Holy Soul Village."

"Our Holy Soul Village is rich in food. Although most of it is turned over as food tax, there is still some surplus food."

“I used to suffer from not having any channels to sell, but now I’m fine.”

At this point, Old Jack was filled with emotion and paused for a few seconds before continuing:

"With the Wuhun Palace branch as a trading site, everyone can trade the extra food in exchange for needed items or coins."

"In the past three years, everyone's life has become much better. Almost every household has replaced their adobe houses with shiny brick houses."

"But, your family..."

Old Jack looked at Tang San's patched coarse linen clothes, shook his head, sighed, and stopped talking.

With a father like Tang Hao who was lazy, didn't seek advancement, and was drunk all day long, Tang San could only suffer the consequences, and there was nothing Old Jack could do about it.

Tang San naturally knew what Old Jack said.

He has always seen the changes in Holy Soul Village.

At first, his impression of Wuhun Palace was not bad at all, not to mention how good it was.

In the past, he often went to the mountains near Holy Soul Village to pick some rare herbs based on the knowledge of the Tang Sect in his previous life, and brought them to the branch of Wuhun Palace to sell them.

But later his father Tang Hao found out and beat him up.

And warned him to stay away from Wuhun Hall.

He also told him that the Wuhun Palace may look magnificent, but it is actually full of corruption, depravity and evil people.

The Wuhun Palace should not exist in this world, and this kind of thing should be destroyed.

That was the first time Tang San saw a different side of his father, and he could never forget the look on his father's face.

It was a complex expression of extreme anger and hatred, pain and regret, helplessness and madness, all mixed together.

This made him feel very sorry for his father.

Tang San didn't know what Wuhundian had done to his father. He felt that it must be something extremely excessive, otherwise his father wouldn't behave like this.

He guessed that there must be a reason for his father's current laziness, alcoholism, decadence and despair, and perhaps it was caused by Wuhun Palace.

Therefore, what his father said to him must be right, and he cannot be wrong.

From that moment on, Tang San no longer had a good impression of Wuhun Palace.

However, even though I don't have a good impression of Wuhun Palace, I still have to take the benefits that deserve it.

Occasionally, Tang San would still secretly go to the branch of Wuhun Palace to make deals without telling Tang Hao, so as to earn the living expenses of the father and son.

If he encounters someone from the Wuhun Palace branch who is ignorant, Tang San will deliberately open his mouth and blackmail the Wuhun Palace for money.

...

At this time, Old Jack said:

"Come on, let's go in quickly. You are already the last one. The deacon and the other eight children have already arrived. Now that you are the only one missing, the martial soul awakening ceremony can begin."

After Old Jack finished speaking, he should step forward first.

Tang San nodded and followed Old Jack step by step.

Today is the Wuhun Awakening Day.

The branch of Wuhun Hall, which usually has many people coming and going, has stopped any commercial trade today, and dedicated time to perform the Wuhun Awakening Ceremony.

It seemed a little deserted at this time.

Enter the branch hall.

It's exactly what old Jack said.

Tang San was the last one to arrive.

The inspection deacon of Wuhun Palace and the other eight children have already arrived.

The inspection deacon of Wuhun Palace looks to be in his twenties, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome appearance, wearing a white outfit and a black cloak, with a fist-sized soul character embroidered in the center of his chest.

It was Su Yuntao, the twenty-sixth level great soul master who was rated as a Blind Douluo by the majority of key immortals.

Su Yuntao has already set up the awakening formation on the ground.

On a small pillar next to it, there is also a crystal ball the size of a human head that emits a dense blue halo.

Several children cast curious glances without blinking.

I saw Old Jack finally arriving with Tang San.

Su Yuntao's sword eyebrows wrinkled slightly, a little displeased:

"Old Jack, what's the matter with you, why are you so slow? I've been waiting for a long time, don't you know my time is precious?"

Old Jack quickly pulled Tang San along and bowed to apologize:

"Sorry, dear deacon, I was delayed due to something. I'm sorry to trouble you."

Tang San was pressed on the head by Old Jack, and he reluctantly followed and bowed. He raised his head and looked at Su Yuntao's tall figure, and couldn't help but have a cold light flash in his eyes.

Su Yuntao waved his hands indifferently and said:

"Okay, Old Jack, please step aside first. I don't have much time. After awakening these children in the Holy Soul Village, there are still children from several villages waiting for me to awaken their martial spirits for them.

"

"The martial soul awakening ceremony begins immediately!"

"Okay, Mr. Butler."

Old Jack bowed and agreed.

I once again gave instructions to several children in Holy Soul Village, warned them to listen to the deacon, and then exited the branch hall.

Afterwards, Su Yuntao began to perform several blinding operations, summoning the martial spirit lone wolf, and then possessed the martial spirit, which frightened several children present and screamed again and again.

Su Yuntao smiled slightly, explained, and then officially began to awaken the martial spirits for several children.

After several operations, the martial arts awakened by the first eight children were either farm tools such as sickles and hoes, or blue silver grass.

These martial spirits have no attack power, defensive power, or auxiliary abilities. They are useless martial spirits in standard forms.

Finally, it was Tang San's turn.

Same operation.

Then, Blind Douluo was blinded.

Actually awakened a blue silver grass with innate soul power?

It’s useless?!

Su Yuntao was completely disappointed and speechless.

Immediately with a wave of his hand, he set the tone and wrote on the soul master certificate:

Tang San, the Wasted Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass, innately full of soul power, belongs to the Holy Soul Village...

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