"Thank you, Grandpa Zhang!"
Ning Wuque, having recovered from his utter despair, bowed slightly to Zhang Can. Straightening up, he didn't succumb to despair like the other children who had awakened low-level soul power. Instead, a resolute expression appeared on his face as he said,
"I won't be disappointed. Some things are destined to be unfair, and all we can do is accept it. But!
A thousand mountains, green barriers, and countless layers of mist; a
winding path leads to a secluded and enlightened land. Even if my path is already filled with countless predetermined exceptions, I believe I will always find a path that suits me. So what if I only have level three soul power? Even Blue Silver Grass can become a god!"
"Good, good child! You've been very mature since you were little, and I'm very pleased that you think this way. Come, now I'll teach you how to retract your martial soul. We'll go back with Grandpa later."
Zhang Can reached out and patted Ning Wuque's shoulder, his expression one of satisfaction mixed with a touch of heartache.
He had watched Ning Wuque grow up; he was a precocious and sensible child, never crying or making a fuss, and loved reading and physical exercise.
But... Heaven didn't show him any mercy for that. He could only hope that even after personally experiencing the difference in innate soul power levels, he would still think this way.
While Zhang Can began teaching Ning Wuque how to retract and release his martial soul,
not far away, little Ning Tian slightly opened her mouth. She stood beside her father, with Wu Feng and her father Wu Yan on the other side.
Ning Wuque's voice wasn't loud, but he didn't try to hide it. In addition, the hall for awakening martial souls was relatively quiet, and almost no one spoke loudly unless a child with good talent appeared.
So she heard his words just now, as well as the ambition and indomitable spirit in his tone.
"Dad, that boy..."
She tugged at her father's sleeve, her little heart deeply shaken by the cultural shock.
"It's rare to see a child with such ambition and knowledge. Ning Tian, remember what he just said, understand?
Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda has inherent limitations, just like innate soul power. What you need to do is break free from the shackles that no one has reached before and find your own place in the world!"
Ning Tian's father said with some emotion.
Their Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, too, had countless destined exceptions. Ten thousand years! In ten thousand years, only one accident occurred ten thousand years ago!
Therefore, although Ning Wuque's talent wasn't particularly outstanding, he still had high hopes for this boy.
After all, there's a fundamental difference between someone with ambition and someone without, and besides, the boy was a direct descendant of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If he really became that accident, they wouldn't have lost anything.
Sarcasm? Mockery? Indeed, many talented children whispered such things.
But what he saw was a child's unreserved expression of ambition! A great yet unattainable ideal!
Breaking through innate limitations is no easy feat. Blue Silver Grass can become a god, but that god from ten thousand years ago was also an extraordinary Blue Silver Grass with twin martial souls and innate full soul power…
Many elders present felt a sense of goodwill towards Ning Wuque after hearing his ambition; at least their first impression was that he was an extraordinary, hardworking, and ambitious child.
"I understand, Dad!"
Ning Tian nodded, glancing at the boy who had already withdrawn his martial soul and returned to his original spot to wait.
Her eyes revealed curiosity and admiration for him; after all, even her father had praised him!
"Tch…"
Beside her, Wu Feng curled her lip dismissively. If hard work were useful, what would be the point of geniuses?
She disliked Ning Wuque, not only because of his words but also because of the look Ning Tian gave him.
Ning Tian was hers!
A mere waste of innate level three soul power!
Not far away, Ning Wuque was unaware that he had been remembered by a certain sycophant. Even if he knew, it didn't matter; he would simply avoid him in the future.
He felt a surge of smug satisfaction under the gentle gazes of the elders observing the ceremony.
These were the despicable adults... using a child's innocent charm to gain favor with adults. While the effect wasn't significant, at least an impression was left.
Ning Wuque, not idle, began meditating and communicating with his martial soul, utilizing the knowledge he'd acquired since childhood and the meditation techniques he'd learned.
He hadn't just said it casually; he genuinely wanted to defy fate!
If his awakened soul power were level eight, he'd guarantee he'd stay put, diligently cultivate to become a Title Douluo, and live a carefree life.
But he only had level three innate soul power!
If he didn't desperately try to defy fate, wouldn't he become a mere filler if the Sun Moon Empire attacked in the future?
Remember, in the grand finale, the day Huo Yuhao ascended would be the day the Sun Moon Empire attacked again.
A Soul Douluo could barely protect themselves, but a Soul Venerable or Soul Master was nothing more than an ant! Run? Where could a direct descendant of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School run to? A purge is almost inevitable.
And the first step to defying fate is understanding one's own Martial Soul.
How can one defy fate in a world where Martial Souls reign supreme if they don't even understand their own Martial Soul?
Soon, Ning Wuque established a connection with his Martial Soul through meditation, gleaning some vague information from it.
As his father's Martial Soul, Ning Wuque had known about this type of spirit beast since childhood.
The Black Gold Ant is a low-level spirit beast of the Dark Gold Terror Ant clan, equivalent to a worker ant. Above it are Dark Gold Soldier Ants, Dark Gold Terror Ants, and the Dark Gold Ant Queen/King.
It's a relatively common group of spirit beasts with hierarchical structures, possessing the potential to advance even further.
His father evolved from a Black Gold Ant into a Dark Gold Soldier Ant when he reached the fourth ring.
From the information his Martial Soul transmitted to him, Ning Wuque understood that his own Martial Soul hadn't mutated; it was just an ordinary Black Gold Ant, without any particularly outstanding talent.
This was the same as his father's innate sixth-level Soul Power.
Third level was perhaps the average level for this kind of Martial Soul.
"Can I only start from somewhere else? My brain, which only transmigrated in high school, you brilliant genius, quickly think of a way!"
Stopping his meditation and exiting the state, Ning Wuque thought to himself, trying to establish a connection with his peak intelligence across time and space, across six years.
He wanted to find a path to breakthrough through this astonishing wisdom!
Soon, perhaps the Haotian that had closed his door opened a window for him; his long-dormant brain trembled and awoke from its slumber!
[Naruto…Eight Gates…Douluo Continent 1…Ring Explosion…Chakra…Soul Power…Human Body…]
Fragmented memories suddenly appeared in Ning Wuque's mind.
Then…
Ding—!
It was as if a lightbulb lit up on his head.
Sigh!
His extraordinary wisdom had already revealed this astonishing idea to him.
He suddenly had a bold idea.
However…
Ning Wuque gritted his teeth, feeling somewhat conflicted. This idea would be very difficult! It would be very tiring! For someone like him, a modern person who had lived in a peaceful era in his previous life, it was a huge challenge and torment!