Inside the hexagram formation, Zhu Ziyang extended his right hand, and a faint radiance of light slowly emerged.
Palm facing the sky, a white light flickered, and in the next second, a white scythe appeared in his hand, radiating holy brilliance—the symbol of light.
Zhu Ziyang stared at the scythe in his palm, momentarily stunned.
At the moment the scythe appeared, Zhu Changhe let out a heavy sigh of relief, a brilliant smile spreading across his face. The seventh generation of the old Zhu family was successfully passed on. Although Liang Ying was slightly disappointed, she was still overjoyed. Even though their son didn't awaken the same martial soul as hers, as long as he became a soul master, it was enough. The Zhu family's martial soul was ordinary, but each generation steadily possessed innate soul power of three to four levels.
"Wow, is that a martial soul?"
"Brother Yang's martial soul is a scythe. It looks so cool!"
"I wonder what mine will be?"
"I'm so nervous!"
The children were all excited after seeing Zhu Ziyang successfully awaken his martial soul, chattering with enthusiasm.
But none of this concerned Zhu Ziyang, who was focused solely on his martial soul—a pure white scythe, not a farming tool, but a combat-type weapon.
The scythe's handle was long and looked like it was forged from silver, entirely white, with mysterious etched patterns. The back of the blade was broad at first and tapered toward the tip, which featured a blood-grooved barb suitable for thrusting. The gleaming blade was bright and sharp, and its rear had a circular sub-blade used for balance or offense. The handle ran through both parts, integrating them. The top of the handle was sharpened like a spear tip, with a light-colored skull engraved on it—somewhat eerie.
Overall, it was a standard war scythe, but the intense light energy it emitted clearly marked it as extraordinary.
This was his martial soul: the Radiant Scythe.
Information about the martial soul surfaced in Zhu Ziyang's mind.
Radiant Scythe—a mutated form of the Dusklight Scythe. A single character difference, yet the distinction between a high-grade martial soul and an ordinary one.
Clearly, the Radiant Scythe was a high-grade martial soul with a light attribute.
While the Zhu family's Dusklight Scythe possessed faint light elements, it was incomplete. In contrast, Zhu Ziyang's Radiant Scythe had a complete light attribute. According to the elemental affinity theory, the Dusklight Scythe's light affinity was below 10, but the Radiant Scythe's must exceed 30—qualifying it as an elemental martial soul.
Zhu Ziyang was thrilled. And then… he glanced at his left hand, his excitement deepening.
"Haha, the same Dusklight Scythe as Brother Changhe? Not bad, not bad," said Hong Zhen, not realizing the martial soul had mutated. Still, he was pleased with the result. Zhu Ziyang going first turned out to be a good omen! He grinned and added, "Come on, Xiao Yang, let's check your innate soul power."
He had already assumed Zhu Ziyang had soul power.
Zhu Ziyang, equally curious, instinctively retracted his martial soul and walked to a second device Hong Zhen had brought out.
It was a blue crystal ball, the standard soul power testing device—called the Soul Power Testing Crystal.
"Just place your hand on it," Hong Zhen instructed.
Zhu Ziyang did as told, placing his palm on the crystal. It soon began to glow. Seeing this, Zhu Changhe and Liang Ying finally relaxed. The light steadily filled the entire ball, and then—burst forth with brilliance!
Hong Zhen's eyes widened. He stepped forward, fixated on the glowing crystal. "Oh my—he actually has innate full soul power!"
"Brother Hong, are you sure?!" Zhu Changhe and Liang Ying came over, eyes full of excitement.
"Absolutely. No doubt!" Hong Zhen looked at the couple with envy. "I've lived nearly forty years and never seen someone with innate full soul power. He's the first in Anyang City! You two are truly blessed!"
"This is amazing! Changhe, look—our Yangyang has innate full soul power!" Liang Ying cried, grabbing her husband's arm.
"Hiss~ I see it! Don't pinch me!" Zhu Changhe was also excited but remained more composed than his wife.
Zhu Ziyang stared wide-eyed at the soul power crystal, his face lighting up with joy and pride. A mutated high-grade martial soul plus innate full soul power—that was a guaranteed ticket to becoming a titled Douluo. From what he read in historical records, nearly all top-ranked powerhouses recorded in history had innate full soul power.
Now, this incredible talent belonged to him—further fueling his ambitious heart.
He looked around—at his excited parents, stunned Hong Zhen, admiring childhood friend, and envious peers—and suddenly, he relished the attention.
As his parents led him aside, he passed Jiang Nannan, giving her a thumbs-up. She smiled sweetly and, under Hong Zhen's guidance, stepped into the hexagram.
"Good boy! Mommy's proud of you!" Liang Ying hugged Zhu Ziyang tightly, her face glowing with emotion.
"I never expected my son to be born with innate full soul power!" Zhu Changhe added, equally thrilled.
"Good boy, this afternoon your dad will take you to hunt your first soul ring! That way, you'll be a one-ring soul master at just six years old, hehe~" Liang Ying laughed giddily, her earlier disappointment about not inheriting her soul beast forgotten.
"No!"
"Wait!"
Both father and son rejected the idea in unison.
"Huh? Why?" Liang Ying's face fell, puzzled and unhappy.
"Darling, don't be so hasty," Zhu Changhe said, a bit helpless. "Hunting a soul ring isn't trivial. It takes at least three days. We need to prepare supplies and luggage, right?"
"Yeah, Mom. And I haven't even decided which soul beast I want for my first ring. I need time to plan!" Zhu Ziyang added.
"Fine! I can't argue with you two. We'll do it your way," Liang Ying agreed reluctantly, realizing she had been too eager.
Father and son both breathed a sigh of relief and shared a knowing smile.