Invincible Divine Sword Chapter 1: Martial Soul World
1 Chapter 1: Martial Soul World
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The dawn was just beginning to break.
In the area behind the Yang Family Manor, a young boy of about seven or eight years was in constant motion. His movements shifted between the stillness of a young maiden and the rapid agility of a fleeing rabbit. As his fists struck the air, they generated a powerful whistling wind.
Yang Xiaotian had lived in this world for seven years, and he had been dedicated to the Taiji Scripture since the age of four.
In his previous life on Earth, he was a successor of the Wudang Sect. The Taiji Scripture was among the Wudang Sect’s most profound and guarded martial arts. Despite having practiced for only three years in this life, a significant amount of inner strength had already accumulated within his body.
One should not be deceived by his youthful appearance; a single strike from him could propel a grown man backward by several meters. Even a small group of ordinary adults would find it impossible to get close to him.
As Yang Xiaotian continued his Taiji Scripture drills, the rhythm of approaching footsteps echoed from the base of the mountain.
Without needing to turn around, Yang Xiaotian already recognized the visitor.
He halted his movements and looked over to find a young girl with a long braided tail. Her large, round eyes gave her a clever, elf-like charm.
A smile touched Yang Xiaotian’s lips at the sight of her.
This was his younger sister, Yang Ling’er, who was his junior by one year.
Having trekked up the mountain, Yang Ling’er spotted Yang Xiaotian from a distance and giggled. “Big brother, I knew you had snuck off to the back mountain to play the monkey again.”
Play the monkey?
Dark lines appeared on Yang Xiaotian’s forehead as he replied, “This is not playing the monkey. This is the Wudang Sect’s profound Taiji Scripture.” He had lost count of how many times he had explained this to her.
Yang Ling’er simply stuck out her tongue and gave a playful smirk. “It’s still playing the monkey.”
Yang Xiaotian was left speechless; he was never a match for the little girl in a war of words.
“Why have you come to find me?” Yang Xiaotian inquired. Though she was small, his sister was incredibly sharp. Her visits to the back mountain rarely signaled anything simple.
“Father and mother are looking for you,” Yang Ling’er said, playing with her braid while maintaining an air of mystery. “It looks like they plan to take you into the city for a Martial Soul Awakening.”
Martial Soul Awakening!
Yang Xiaotian’s heart skipped a beat.
He was well aware of what a Martial Soul Awakening entailed. In this realm known as the Martial Soul World, children of a specific age must undergo this rite. Only through the awakening of a Martial Soul can one truly begin the path of Cultivation.
Yang Xiaotian’s fists tightened as his pulse quickened. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Having lived here for years, he was dying to know if he possessed a Martial Soul and what form it would take.
“Big brother, you should hurry back. If father and mother can’t find you, they’ll surely be angry and give you a spanking,” Yang Ling’er warned solemnly, her chubby face tilted upward.
“Understood, let’s go back immediately,” Yang Xiaotian said with a grin. He gave Yang Ling’er’s braid a playful tug as they started their descent toward the Yang Family Manor.
Yang Ling’er yelled after him, “Big brother, if you pull my hair again, I’m telling mother and father you were playing the monkey on the mountain!”
The two siblings laughed and chased each other all the way home.
They soon reached the Yang Family Manor.
Upon their arrival, they found the main hall crowded with people. In addition to Yang Xiaotian, his cousin Yang Zhong—the son of his uncle—was also preparing for the Martial Soul Awakening.
When Yang Chao noticed his son’s return, he let out a stern snort. While he didn't scold Yang Xiaotian in front of the crowd, his sharp glare promised a lecture for later.
The old Manor Lord and Yang Xiaotian’s grandfather, Yang Ming, observed that the group was assembled and announced, “Since everyone is here, we shall depart.”
Their destination was Xingyue City, the only nearby location equipped with the necessary Formation for a Martial Soul Awakening.
The manor was quite close to the city, so the journey to the awakening square took just over an hour.
The awakening square was a vast open area. Anyone could undergo the process provided they paid the required amount of Gold Coins.
The square was already teeming with people by the time they arrived. It wasn't just the Yang Family; many other families from Xingyue City had brought their disciples for the ceremony. The atmosphere was vibrant and full of life.
Eventually, it was the Yang Family’s turn.
Yang Ming moved forward to pay the fees. A master from Xingyue City channeled power into the array, triggering the formation. A hexagonal map of light suddenly emerged from the ground.
“Zhong’er, you shall be the first,” Yang Ming said with a warm smile, gesturing for Yang Zhong to step forward.
As the eldest grandson, Yang Zhong was the apple of Yang Ming’s eye.
“Yes, Grandfather,” Yang Zhong answered. Under the collective gaze of the crowd, he walked to the center of the glowing formation.
Wrapped in the formation's energy, a brilliant light erupted around Yang Zhong. Suddenly, a cry like a phoenix echoed between Heaven and Earth as a massive bird manifested above him.
The giant bird was wreathed in roaring flames, its wingspan reaching ten meters. A terrifying aura radiated from its form.
The onlookers were stunned.
After the initial shock passed, Yang Ming began to shake with joy. “It’s the Green Phoenix! A level ten Martial Soul, the Green Phoenix!”
Martial Souls are ranked from level one to ten, with the legendary Supreme Martial Spirit sitting above them all. Supreme Martial Spirits are nearly non-existent, making a level ten Martial Soul a mark of incredible talent. Yang Ming’s excitement was entirely justified.
Yang Hai, Yang Zhong’s father, and the other high-ranking members of the family were equally elated.
“My congratulations, Manor Lord Yang,” said Li Guang, the Patriarch of the Li Family, as he stepped forward with a respectful salute. “The Yang Family has birthed a phenomenal talent. It is truly something to be envied.”
The Li Family was one of the major powers in Xingyue City and slightly surpassed the Yang Family in strength. Hearing such praise, Yang Ming laughed with pride and returned the salute. “Thank you, Brother Li. I hope for your continued support in the future.”
Other experts from various families also crowded around to offer their congratulations to Yang Ming and Yang Hai.
The two men were beaming, unable to contain their happiness.
Amidst the envious stares of the crowd, Yang Zhong stepped out of the formation, basking in the attention. Even at his age, he understood that a level ten Martial Soul made him a chosen child of Heaven.
As he walked past Yang Xiaotian, he shot him a look filled with arrogance.
Yang Xiaotian frowned at the display. Despite being cousins, Yang Zhong often bullied him and Ling’er, relying on their grandfather’s blatant favoritism.
Even though Yang Zhong was usually the troublemaker, their grandfather always sided with him, leaving Yang Xiaotian and his sister to endure the blame.
“Xiaotian, it is your turn,” Yang Ming directed.
Yang Xiaotian gave a nod and walked toward the center of the hexagonal map.
Following Yang Zhong’s impressive level ten awakening, Xiaotian felt a surge of nerves. In this world, one's future was dictated entirely by the presence and rank of their Martial Soul.
The observers from the other city families watched intently, curious to see what the other grandson of Yang Ming would produce.
Yang Chao was just as anxious, watching his son while offering silent prayers.
Standing in the center, Yang Xiaotian felt a wave of warmth as the formation’s power enveloped him, and light began to swirl around his body.
Yang Chao’s chest tightened with anticipation.
Hum!
With a soft resonance, a phantom image emerged from Yang Xiaotian’s body and hovered above his head.