Li Xun gazed at the Thousand-Hand Buddha in his hand.
He could sense it.
His Martial Soul was a fusion of Hashirama Senju's Ninjutsu and the rules of the Douluo World.
Through his Martial Soul.
He could use Wood Release even without possessing a Bloodline Limit.
"True Several Thousand Hands? Quite a peculiar name."
Ning Yuan looked at Li Xun with a smile. "Child, what is your name?"
"My name is Li Xun."
"Xiao Xun, would you like to wait in the village for someone to pick you up, or would you like to come with me to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School first?"
Li Xun glanced around at the astonished villagers.
He suddenly realized that there was no one familiar here.
"Can I go with you to the sect?"
Looking at the boy before him, who was scarred and emaciated from long-term malnutrition, Ning Yuan understood.
"Of course, let's go now."
"White Dove, Possess." Four Spirit Rings appeared at Ning Yuan's feet, and a pair of massive white snow wings extended from his back.
Ignoring the dirt and grime on Li Xun, he scooped him up from the ground.
"Village Chief, your village has produced a promising Spirit Master this year. According to the rules, there will be a subsidy of one hundred Gold Soul Coins."
"Moreover, this child has Innate Full Soul Power, so the sect should provide additional rewards."
"I'll be heading back now."
Ning Yuan grinned at the village chief, not waiting for a response, and flapped his wings to ascend into the sky.
The imperial subjects and the boy, now awake from their shock, watched as the boy looked up at the distant black dot in the sky and shouted, "Your Majesty, aren't you going to eat the beef buns?"
The old village chief's expression was complex. Hearing the boy's shout, he turned to look at him.
"Ah, child... Li Xun, with his Innate Full Soul Power, will surely be treasured by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. How could he care about our humble beef buns?"
The boy opened his mouth but couldn't find a reason to argue.
Ning Yuan, holding Li Xun, flew non-stop towards the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Perhaps due to the significant gains this time, Ning Yuan didn't feel the slightest bit of fatigue. After exhausting the last bit of his Soul Power, he and Li Xun arrived at the sect.
Entering the sect without stopping, he continued to run forward with Li Xun in his arms.
His actions drew curious glances from the surrounding disciples. However, being fellow sect members, they recognized him, and no one stopped him.
Li Xun was brought all the way to the entrance of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's main hall.
Inside the hall, voices could be heard intermittently, as if they were discussing something.
"Rongrong's talent is undoubtedly the greatest in the history of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School," a magnetic voice, filled with laughter, slowly emerged from the hall.
"Of course, our little princess's talent couldn't be anything less."
"Yes! Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu."
"Rongrong's talent has surpassed mine, and there's a high chance she can break the level limit of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."
"I will work hard, Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa, Father."
A childish voice followed.
Hearing the conversation from the hall, Li Xun's heart stirred.
It seemed that Ning Rongrong had just awakened her Martial Soul not long ago.
The Shrek Seven Monsters were ranked by age.
Ning Rongrong was the same age as Tang San. Judging by the current timeline, Tang San was still in the Holy Spirit Village.
"Good, there's still time," Li Xun sighed in relief.
In the Douluo World, this was the best time to aim for godhood.
Once Tang San established his family's monopoly on the Douluo Continent, it became extremely difficult for outsiders to ascend to godhood.
Dai Yuhao was a prime example.
Those who have died frequently know that death is a painful experience.
Li Xun no longer wanted to die.
He wanted to live forever; he wanted to become a god.
He aspired to be a God King.
Moreover, he was now bold enough to think he could achieve godhood while standing tall!
Ning Yuan placed the daydreaming Li Xun on the ground and gently knocked on the hall door: "Sect Master, Ning Yuan has urgent matters to report."
Ning Yuan's voice caused the atmosphere inside the hall to momentarily freeze.
"Come in."
Hearing the response from within, Ning Yuan led Li Xun into the grand hall.
The first thing Li Xun saw upon entering was the imposing man seated at the head of the hall, holding a young girl in his arms.
"You seem to be in quite a hurry. Did you discover a promising talent?" Ning Fengzhi, noticing Ning Yuan's disheveled appearance, asked with a smile.
Ning Yuan was his distant nephew, who had taken his mother's surname. By the age of twenty-seven, he had already become a four-ring Spirit Elder, which was considered quite impressive among his peers.
For the past few years, he had been responsible for awakening Martial Souls within the sect.
Seeing Ning Yuan's expression and the frail child beside him, Ning Fengzhi could easily guess the situation.
"Reporting to the Sect Master, this child is named Li Xun. His Martial Soul is the True Several Thousand Hands, and he possesses Innate Full Soul Power," Ning Yuan said, looking at Ning Fengzhi with a sense of pride.
Ning Fengzhi was taken aback and carefully examined Li Xun.
"Is this true?"
Innate Full Soul Power was exceedingly rare on the continent. With steady cultivation, one was almost guaranteed to become a Titled Douluo.
Both the Sword Douluo and the Bone Douluo had achieved their Titled Douluo status in their fifties due to their Innate Full Soul Power.
Upon hearing this, the Sword Douluo and the Bone Douluo's eyes sharpened.
Both of them had benefited from Innate Full Soul Power and knew full well how precious such talent was.
Even Ning Rongrong looked at Li Xun with curiosity.
As the little princess of the sect, she had been exposed to knowledge far beyond that of ordinary children.
She naturally understood what Innate Full Soul Power signified.
Just moments ago, she had been praised by her elders for her talent, and now, someone with even greater talent had appeared.
This sense of disparity made her pout involuntarily.
Ning Fengzhi carefully placed Ning Rongrong on the ground and then stood up, walking towards Li Xun with a smile.
"Don't be nervous, child. My name is Ning Fengzhi, and I am the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
"You can call me Uncle Ning. Could you show me your Martial Soul?"
Li Xun looked at the elegant middle-aged man before him, pretending to be timid, and nodded.
He then extended his right hand, and a palm-sized wooden carving of a thousand hands instantly appeared.
The Sword Douluo and the Bone Douluo quickly stood up and approached Li Xun.
"A thousand-handed wooden statue?"
When the three of them clearly saw Li Xun's Martial Soul, they couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.
In the power system of Spirit Masters, the appearance of a Martial Soul could often indicate its corresponding development direction.
The most representative were the weapon and beast Martial Souls of the assault type.
On the other hand, Martial Souls with unique appearances were mostly of the support type. These Martial Souls had slower cultivation speeds and their attributes couldn't be stacked.
For the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, a slightly less talented but offensive Martial Soul would have been more practical.
After all, they were the strongest support-type Martial Soul on the continent.
However, a genius would never be turned away, no matter where they went.
Li Xun's talent had already demonstrated that he could ascend all the way to the level of a Titled Douluo.
Having such a person join the sect could compensate for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's inability to reach the 80th level of Spirit Douluo.
"Even if it doesn't play a role before reaching Spirit Douluo, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School can still afford to support him."
Ning Fengzhi composed himself and then smiled at Li Xun: "Xiao Xun, could you tell me about the specific abilities of your Martial Soul?"
(End of Chapter)