A person's future is actually predetermined from the moment of birth.
Whether it be poverty or affluence, lowliness or nobility, weakness or strength, all of these things are already written in a book called the Martial Soul and Soul Power.
It only awaits you to open it when you turn six years old.
At that moment, you will exclaim, so this is my future.
"Dean! Dean! Great news, tremendous news!"
"Our orphanage has produced four geniuses!"
"Wang Zhong, Martial Soul: Tree, innate full soul power!"
"Hu Liena, Martial Soul: Demon Fox, innate soul power level nine."
"Xie Yue, Martial Soul: Moon Blade, innate soul power level nine."
"Yan, Martial Soul: Flame Lord, innate soul power level eight."
"They have all been admitted to the Spirit Hall Academy!"
"Really!!! Hahaha! Wonderful, wonderful! They are indeed extraordinary! This orphanage finally won't have to close!"
Some are born noble, yet due to weak martial souls, their lives are filled with hardships, displacements, and helplessness.
Some are born lowly, yet due to powerful martial souls, their future is smooth sailing, full of dignity and wealth.
What does it matter that they are orphans? These past matters no longer represent the future of these children.
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Spirit City.
Spirit Hall Academy.
The once vibrant and enthusiastic campus was now filled with oppression.
The death of the Pope was a great humiliation to everyone who took pride in being a member of the Spirit Hall Academy.
"Is Tang Hao truly that strong? Even His Holiness the Pope died in battle against him."
"Strong, he's definitely strong. Are there any Title Douluo who aren't strong?"
"Especially for us who haven't even obtained our first soul ring, he could kill one with a single spit, it would be that easy."
"Wang Zhong, can you speak properly? What do you mean 'kill one with a spit'? That's disgusting."
On a lush green lawn, four youths, three males and one female, were gathered, playfully bickering.
The so-called Title Douluo is a title obtained by a soul master who cultivates to level ninety and above.
On this continent, every child between the ages of six and seven undergoes a ritual called Martial Soul Awakening.
Everyone's martial soul can be strange and varied, but as long as one has a trace of soul power, they can cultivate as a soul master.
Soul master cultivation starts at level one, with each ten levels forming a tier, up to level one hundred.
Levels one to ten are Soul Scholars, ten to twenty are Soul Masters, twenty to thirty are Great Soul Masters, thirty to forty are Soul Venerables, and so on. The subsequent titles are Soul Ancestor, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, and finally Title Douluo.
Every Title Douluo holds extremely high status and terrifyingly formidable power on the continent. They can be considered the strongest and most noble people on this continent.
The four were wearing the academy's distinctive first-year school uniforms. The one who asked the question was the young lady.
The young lady had dazzling, smooth golden hair, a slender figure, and a beautiful countenance. Her eyes, in particular, were narrow and alluring, like a fox's, exuding a captivating charm that far surpassed her age.
The Wang Zhong she mentioned was currently lying on the grass, hands behind his head, a book covering his face to block the direct sunlight, appearing relaxed and indolent.
"Hey, Nana, did you call us out just to discuss this kind of thing?"
"That's a Title Douluo, thousands of miles away from us, someone we can't possibly interact with."
Wang Zhong's muffled voice came from under the book.
"I know, but hearing this news, I can't help but feel a bit worried. Even someone as strong as a Title Douluo can still die."
"The dangers of the soul master world are far beyond what you and I can imagine. Therefore, let's form a team, the four of us!"
The young lady's delicate face looked exceptionally resolute under the sunlight.
"Huh?!"
Wang Zhong suddenly sat up, the book falling from his face, revealing a clean-cut and very attractive young face. However, his eyes were different from the usual black pupils; they were a peculiar emerald green, like agate crystal.
Within the green eyes, a sense of tranquility and serenity could be seen. Under such a gaze, it felt as if all troubles would disappear.
Wang Zhong placed one hand on the girl's forehead and the other on his own, asking in surprise, "Hu Liena, do you have a fever?!"
"Your temperature doesn't seem high! It's quite normal. Why are you talking nonsense!"
Slapping Wang Zhong's hand away, Hu Liena said seriously, "I'm serious."
"Hiss, what are you thinking."
Wang Zhong inhaled sharply, pointing at his own nose. "Wang Zhong, Tree Martial Soul, future type is unknown, either offense or control."
Then he pointed to the young lady. "Hu Liena, Martial Soul: Demon Fox, control type." He then pointed to a young man next to her, who resembled him by about seventy percent. "Xie Yue, Martial Soul: Moon Blade, offense type."
Finally, he pointed to the last young man with fiery red hair. "Yan, Martial Soul: Flame Lord, offense type."
"With this combination, if we form a team, we'll be played to death if we go out!"
"What were you doing in class, sleeping or daydreaming!"
It wasn't surprising that Wang Zhong was so astonished. In the soul master world, forming teams was common. What surprised him was this lineup.
Generally, a top-tier soul master team should consist of at least one offense type, one control type, one support type, one food type, and one agile offense type.
However, in this case, there were no support, food, or agile offense types. If their soul master team encountered a situation where the other team excelled in these three categories, they would either be dragged to death or played to death, with no other outcome.
Hu Liena glared fiercely at Wang Zhong and said irritably.
"Whoever was sleeping in class knows best. And you, who are now using my notes to catch up, should have some self-awareness."
Wang Zhong chuckled sheepishly, holding the book he had picked up.
Alas, when his body was too tired, listening to the teacher's lecture was a highly effective form of hypnosis. It wasn't that he wanted to sleep; it was his body's fault.
"Xie Yue, you..."
"Forget it. Nana is your sister, and you're so obedient, you've definitely agreed already."
"Yan, you..."
Wang Zhong glanced at Yan, then immediately turned his head away.
"Forget it, you too. I've never seen you refute anything Nana says. You're like her little dog. It's pointless to say anything."
"Wang Zhong!" Hu Liena glared angrily, while Yan's face turned red with anger, and he jumped up from the ground.
"I'm going to strangle you! You scoundrel, can you speak properly!"
Although Yan threatened to strangle Wang Zhong, he only gripped his shoulders and shook him back and forth vigorously.
"Stop shaking me! I ate too much at lunch, and if you shake me any more, I'll throw up!"
"Ew!"
"Disgusting! Who told you to eat like a glutton at lunch!"
Yan looked at Wang Zhong with disdain and quickly jumped away, as if afraid Wang Zhong would actually throw up.
Wang Zhong, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan had grown up in the same orphanage since childhood, and their relationship was naturally extremely close.
Furthermore, during the recent Martial Soul Awakening ceremony, all four of them, due to their outstanding talents, were recruited into the Spirit Hall Academy and were attending their first year.