Douluo: Thousands of Templates
Chapter 7 Wuhun Awakening

"Brother, your hair has grown!"

In the morning, Tang San's voice came. Tang Chen who had just fallen asleep opened his eyes, and was just about to comment, he heard the word "hair".

He touched his head with trembling hands, and immediately felt a strand of hair, though short, but this was his own hair!

Tang Chen was almost crying out in excitement at this moment. It had been a year, and other than her, no one knew how many methods she had tried to save her hair this year. However, the goose might become too invincible, and this invincible hairstyle was also hard to change.

And now...

running into the river outside to shine, Tang Chen's complexion went wrong. My hair has grown, but this length is like a monk who has just returned to vulgarity, only one or two millimeters, you cannot see the hair unless you look closer.

Moreover, Tang Chen had a premonition that his hairstyle would last a long time...

The smile on Tang Chen's face gradually hardened.

Just when Tang Chen was saddened by his hair, an old man walked in from outside the door.

Unlike Tang Hao, who was always careless, the old man had neat clothes, good looks, and combed his hair meticulously. He was the older Jack of the Holy Spirit Village, and he had always been at odds with Tang Hao, but he was very kind to the Tang Chen brothers.

"Xiao Chen, come here and let Grandpa see it."

Old Jack smiled and waved to Tang Chen. Tang Chen did not act as rebellious as in front of Tang Hao, but obediently walked over to Old Jack and bowed.

"Hello, Grandpa Jack."

Old Jack is recognized as a good old man in the village. When the Tang family was at its most difficult time, she did her best to help. The Tang Chen and Tang San brothers naturally recalled the kindness of the village chief.

It was just that the other people in the house did not seem to welcome him.

"What's wrong? The village head."

Tang Hao walked out of the back room and said coldly to Old Jack.

Old Jack was less than ten years older than him, but he was mysteriously taller than a generation, which made Tang Hao feel extremely annoyed.

Old Jack had long gotten used to Tang Hao's attitude, he said indifferently:

"Tang Hao, Xiaosan and Xiaochen are already six years old, he should also participate in the resurrection ceremony this year."

Tang Hao glanced at Tang Chen faintly, and said, "Then, go, what day is this?"

"Just three days later, I'll pick them up at that time."

As he said, Old Jack glanced at Tang Hao. If he was asked to pick her up, it would probably be delayed.

Tang Hao did not care either, he simply nodded and ignored the village chief.

At this moment, Tang San also walked back from the mountain, he had heard them discussing. He saluted the old Jack first, and then asked:

"Grandfather Jack, what's the resurrection ceremony?"

Now, the spirit awakening ceremony mentioned by old Jack was something that Tang San did not know.

Old Jack said sternly: "Each of us has our own martial soul, and we should perform the resurrection ceremony when we are about six years old. With martial soul, we will be improved in certain aspects. Even the most common martial soul would help. If you have an excellent martial arts spirit that can practice, then you can even become a soul master. The resurrection ceremony is only once a year, and I can't let you miss it. This Notting City Martial Arts The deacons from the soul branch hall personally came to help the children in our village to wake up. The deacon was considered a spirit master at the level of a great soul master."

When saying the Great Soul Master's words, Jack's eyes clearly showed envy.

"Great Soul Teacher?"

Tang San blinked, and Tang Chen had told Tang San about the many tiers of soul masters. But old Jack had a strong talk, and Tang San was the most optimistic kid in the village, so he naturally said more.

"A great soul master is a soul master level degree. The soul master is the noblest profession in our entire Douluo continent. They can be strong fighters and they can also have amazing additional abilities. But no matter which type of soul master, their levels were all sorted by the same title."

"Soul masters have their own martial soul power. According to the strength of the martial soul force, they were divided into ten titles. Each degree is divided into ten ranks. The person who has just started out is initially called a soul human. As long as the soul is resurrected, everyone is a spirit master. If the spirit can be cultivated, when the spirit power reaches the eleventh level, it will enter the next title, which is the soul master. A great soul master was the third in the entire title sequence. After reaching the realm of a great soul master, you are already an extremely powerful soul master. Ten whole titles like this."

"Soul Master, Soul Master, Great Soul Master, His Soul Highness, Soul Sect, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Sage, Soul Cons and Douluo Title. This is where our Douluo Continent name comes from. In the legends, Title Douluo who had reached level ninety or so could take the title for themselves, they were invincible!"

"Our Sacred Soul Village had an eighth-grade soul sage a hundred years ago. This is extremely rare in Notting City, and even in the entire Fastino Province."

said, old Jack's eyes flashed with pride.

"It's just a legend." Tang Hao curled his lips and said lightly.

Old Jack was furious, "What is a legend? Legends come from facts. Tang Hao, you have been in the village for six years. You must understand the position of the soul saint in our hearts. Let me hear your insults. Master Soul Sage, I will drive you out of the village. If it wasn't for Xiaosan, do you think I would have come to your dog house?"

Tang Hao was not angry, and slowly knocked on the farm tool in his hand, as if he had not heard Jack's words.

Jack looked at her sharply, and then said to Tang San: "In the future, you can't be so decadent as your father. Okay, I'll go first. I'll pick you up three days later."

After he finished speaking, old Jack left the workshop angrily.

Tang Chen and Tang San looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly. Tang Hao and the village chief had never dealt with each other, the two of them had long gotten used to it.

Both of them clean up and start their lives today.

At night, Tang San was lying in bed, and the exhaustion of ironing all day made him barely able to open his eyes. But other forces made him resist the drowsiness.

"Brother, what kind of martial spirit do you think we can build?" Even if Tang San was human, he was a little excited at the moment. The otherworldly curtain slowly opened, and Tang San had long expected it.

"I don't know, but the old man is a blacksmith, maybe your spirit is a hammer."

Tang Chen said a few faintly, but there was no real spoiler. The resurrection ceremony was coming soon, so let Xiao San feel it for himself.

Tang San on the side saw that Tang Chen did not intend to chat, and did not think too much, so he fell asleep in a daze. Tang Chen at the side waited until he fell asleep, carefully using the Buddha's strength to help him warm up, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Tang San himself did not know that it was Tang Chen's warmth that made his body recover so quickly. He thought he was talented so no matter how tired he was the day before, he would recover the next day.

However, his body was indeed much stronger than the original.

It's late at night, but in Notting City not far from here, something is happening.