Chapter 115: The True Martial Soul!
[Correct Answer: Option Four Medicine King, Sun Zhongjing.]
The live broadcast displayed the answer.
However, this response shocked both the audience and Dugu Bo. After all, all the other choices had menacing sounding titles like "Serpent King," "Death Scorpion," and "Jade Eyed Venom Toad," making it obvious they were associated with deadly poisons.
But Option Four? "Medicine King"? That didn't seem to have anything to do with poison at all.
Fortunately, the broadcast soon provided an explanation.
[Detecting the participant's request…]
[Playing the answer video…]
The screen flashed and transitioned to a new scene.
It appeared to be a small, impoverished village.
In the center of the village stood a relatively well built wooden house.
Inside, a group of children had gathered, along with a young man who was clearly a Soul Master from Spirit Hall based on his attire.
"Alright, children, stand in line. Uncle will help you awaken your martial souls." The young man smiled warmly.
About eight children obediently lined up, stepping forward one by one to awaken their martial souls.
[Oh, this is a Spirit Hall soul awakening ceremony in some remote village.]
[Where's the Medicine King?]
[Why are we just seeing kids?]
A series of comments rolled across the screen.
One by one, the children underwent their awakening.
As expected, most ended up with useless martial souls sickles, hoes, and the ever common Blue Silver Grass with no innate soul power.
Until finally, the last child stepped forward.
A glow of light appeared yet nothing could be seen in his hands.
The young Soul Master frowned in confusion. "No martial soul? That shouldn't be possible."
At that moment, the little boy hesitated before timidly speaking up:
"Uncle… I actually do have a martial soul…"
"Oh? Then show me."
The boy awkwardly replied, "Uncle… my martial soul… is my tongue."
"...Your tongue?"
The Soul Master was stunned.
In all his years traveling and awakening martial souls, this was the strangest one he had ever seen.
"I've heard of some people whose martial souls are parts of their body… but I've never actually met one before." He sighed and handed the child a crystal ball. "Let's check your soul power."
The little boy placed his hand on the crystal ball
And suddenly, a dazzling light burst forth!
[Oh my god! Innate full soul power!]
[Such a waste… and his martial soul is a tongue? What can that even do? At least if it were a hand or a leg, it'd have some combat potential.]
[Wait… is a body part martial soul considered a Beast Martial Soul or a Tool Martial Soul?]
[I'd say it still counts as a Beast Martial Soul since it's part of his body.]
Countless comments filled the screen.
Meanwhile, the Soul Master stared in astonishment at the glowing crystal ball.
Then, his expression shifted to deep regret.
"What a shame… If your martial soul were a leg or a hand, at least you could fight. But a tongue? What could that possibly be useful for? Tasting things?"
Hearing this, the little boy lowered his head in disappointment.
Shortly after, the children left to return to their homes.
A New Discovery
The scene jumped to a worn down wooden house.
The boy from before arrived at the entrance, pushing the door open.
A cloud of smoke billowed out, and he rushed inside.
The camera followed his hurried footsteps, revealing the interior.
It became clear that this boy was the main character of the video.
He ran to the stove, carefully removing a medicine pot from the fire, then poured a thick black liquid into a bowl.
Even through the screen, the audience could almost smell the bitterness.
The boy carried the medicine into a small bedroom, where an elderly man lay weakly on a bed.
"Grandpa, it's time for your medicine."
The old man coughed violently, then asked:
"Zhongjing… did you awaken your martial soul? What was it? Do you have innate soul power?"
The boy hesitated, then responded:
"Grandpa, my martial soul is… my tongue. The Spirit Hall uncle said it's useless. But… I have innate full soul power."
"...Your tongue?"
The old man was momentarily stunned.
Seeing his grandson's disappointment, he smiled kindly, gently patting his head.
"Child, don't be discouraged… Everything in this world has its purpose. Maybe your martial soul can't be used for combat, but perhaps it holds some unique potential in another field."
The live audience immediately realized this was just empty comfort.
But to the young boy, it meant everything.
His eyes shone with determination.
"Grandpa, I understand! I believe my martial soul isn't useless it's just that I haven't discovered its true purpose yet!"
"Good… good…"
The old man smiled warmly. "Observe the world carefully, think deeply, and learn from experience… Over time, you'll grow into a man of great wisdom."
"Yes!" The boy nodded firmly.
After helping his grandfather drink the medicine, he left the room.
Outside, he sat on a stone, gazing up at the sky.
He murmured to himself:
"A tongue… What can my martial soul do? Taste things?"
Then, as if struck by inspiration, his eyes widened.
He jumped up and rushed back inside
Straight to the area where he boiled medicine.
There, piles of various herbs were stacked.
In the world of Douluo, while there were healers, medical knowledge was primitive.
Most rural folk relied on ancestral recipes passed down through generations rather than true medical science.
The boy's family was the village's healers.
They had no advanced knowledge just simple herbal remedies that could ease ailments.
But even his grandfather, despite years of experience, couldn't fully distinguish which herbs were effective and which were useless.
Looking at the unfamiliar herbs before him, the boy hesitated
Then, with newfound determination, he picked up a leaf
And placed it on his tongue, slowly chewing…
(End of Chapter)
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