
The golden powders soared into the air making a path towards the sword that Bai Wang was currently holding. Bai Wang who was looking at only linked his eyebrows together, confused by what he saw.
Bai Wang continued to look at those golden powders that were slowly approaching him, circling his body and slowly gathering around himself and the rusty sword.
The light produced from the golden powder made light all around him, and slowly the golden powder was absorbed by the rusty sword. Bai Wang who was looking just kept silent, stared with a questionable look. What exactly is going on? And not only did the rusty sword absorb, the small golden-colored sphere also absorbed the golden powder.
After a long time both of them absorbed the gold powder surrounding Bai Wang, they stopped until the gold powder ran out without any residue. Bai Wang who saw the golden powder had disappeared, stared at the rusty sword and the small ball with a frown. No change at all. The sword remained rusty and the strange little ball was still like that. Bai Wang touched his chin, thinking while staring at the rusty sword.
"Why has there not been a change?" his murmur stared earnestly. "that's weird."
Bai Wang did not want to think of it anymore, useful or not his he would still accept. Because that was his Martial Soul, the Rusty Sword.
In the real world, Bai Wang who had managed to grab the rusty sword in the middle of the golden vortex, now the rusty sword appeared above Bai Wang's head. Elder Jian Yang saw that the Martial Soul Bai Wang had risen instantly stopped channeling his spiritual power.
Elder Jian stood up, staring at Bai Wang and the sword. It was truly the sword that blocked him upon entering the sea of souls. Elder Jian thought, for some reason he felt that Bai Wang's martial soul was not an arbitrary sword. Despite his extremely poor form, he felt that the sword held great power. Elder Jian tried to look at the sword, to ascertain if it was really as he felt it. But when he wanted to see, the sword seemed to fortify and not allow other things to enter his world. It was as if the sword had its own soul.
The elder Jian who saw finally did not continue, he waited until Bai Wang opened his eyes. And before long, Bai Wang finally opened his eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
The first thing he saw was his teacher, sitting in a hut, leaning back while enjoying wine in a bottle.
"Teacher," call Bai Wang.
Elder Jian, nodded. After that said. "Finally you can awaken your martial soul,"
Bai Wang who heard the look up, looked at his Martial Soul, a rusty sword standing right above his head. Seeing that Bai Wang sighed. For some reason after awakening his Martial Soul he seems not excited, maybe because his martial soul looks needy and ugly. And he thinks it must be very, very useless.
Huh....
Elder Jian who was looking, raised next to his brows looked at Bai Wang who seemed to be uninspired.
"What's wrong? Why is your face buckled like that?"
"Nothing?" answer's lethargic.
Knowing that Bai Wang must have been disappointed with his martial soul, Elder Jian threw a wine bottle at Bai Wang's head.
Bugh,
"Ouch!" rub it on the head. "Master why throw me with a bottle?"
"Your face is so ugly like that, it's inappropriate for a man to have a lethargic face. You should be excited and happy because you can awaken your martial soul. Have you not wanted to awaken your martial soul all this time? Then after successfully waking him why not spirit?"
Bai Wang who heard was getting lethargic and uninspired. "Teacher, don't you see what my martial soul looks like?"
"Look! Why why anyway? What's wrong with your martial soul?"
Elder Jian Yang heard, throwing back the empty wine bolot. Making Bai Wang back complain.
"Teacher, why are you throwing me again?"
"That's because you're stupid" she was upset because it turned out that the student she raised was really stupid.
"Why call me a fool? Teacher just doesn't know I'm stupid or not" he explained.
"Obviously you're stupid. If you're not stupid, you should know, it's impossible after awakening the martial soul to have a colored ring," regretfully making Bai Wang silent, thinking. Long thought, Bai Wang grinned because what he said was the teacher right. It was impossible for his martial soul to have a colored ring, as he alone had not practiced at all.
"Hehehe, yes" he said, scratching his non-itchy head. "But_____,"
Elder Jian who heard the word 'but' from Bai Wang's mouth immediately looked at him sharply. Bai Wang who was looking at it instantly remained silent.
"Sorry teacher."
Elder Jian sighed controlling his emotions. "Sound Wang'er. Whatever your martial soul form, you must accept it. Whether it's useful or not it all depends on you. As long as you want to try and not give up, even a useless martial soul can become useful as long as the owner continues to hone it until it becomes strong and useful."
Bai Wang who heard silence, digested what his teacher said. It was true, as long as he tried and never gave up, his rusty sword would one day be of use and might just electrify the entire world.
Bai Wang stared at his sword carrying it before him with his mind, looking at him with a sure gaze. "Yes, I can't give up. Even though this sword is rusty, ugly and probably useless, I have to get excited, train really, sharpen it to make it shine" he said with enthusiasm. "Bai Wang held a rusty sword, stroked it and smiled. "I hope you can be useful" he murmured.
But as he stroked the rusty sword, he felt something in his chest, twitching. Bai Wang fumbled and picked it up from under his shirt, the Golden Pearl his mother had left behind for him.
While holding that Golden Pearl, it suddenly floated in the air. Bai Wang who was looking frowned, like no stranger.
"Why are mother-given pearls like little balls in my Sea of Souls?" he thought with eyebrows linked together.
Long thought finally his thinking was correct, that the Golden Pearl was a small ball in his Soul Ocean
"Aaaa.....You!!!!
Elder Jian who heard Bai Wang's shout was of course shocked, he immediately looked towards Bai Wang. And it turned out that there was a small golden ball floating in the air.
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