As night deepened, a silence descended. The night sky glittered with stars.

On a hillside, a child of six or seven stood in a strange posture. His legs were wide apart, his toes touching the ground and his heels raised. His hands were raised high above his head, his chin tilted up slightly, as if ethereal energy from heaven and earth constantly swirled and revolved around him.

The moon was bright and cast its silvery light down upon the child.

The child always maintained this posture, breathing continuously. Heaven and earth's vital energy flowed in with each breath, circulating ceaselessly within their meridians.

Night, passes slowly.

As the month passed, when the first ray of light touched the child, the child slowly retracted their palms. Opening their eyes, a pair of piercing gazes shone in their deep-set eyes.

Huang Xiaolong let out a turbid breath, his eyes, like stars, gazed at the rising sun. From birth to now, he had been in this world for seven years. From the age of three, he began practicing the "Yi Jin Jing," and for four years now. In these four years, he had cultivated the "Yi Jin Jing" to the third stance, grasping the Heaven's Gate.

In his past life, his ancestors were disciples of the Lin Temple. This Yi Jin Jing was passed down from his ancestors. Even now, Huang Xiaolong still couldn't understand how this martial arts prodigy, hailed as once in a century by his family, suddenly found himself transported to this world after waking up!

And to add to his misery, it had attached itself to this newly born little one.

Huang Xiaolong looked at his slender arms, a wry smile on his face. Last life, he was seventeen years old. After fourteen years of hard training, he had finally cultivated the Ninth Style of the Yi Jin Jing. He never expected to have to start from scratch again now.

At this moment, a faint sound of footsteps reached Huang Xiaolong's ears. The footsteps came from the hillside below. Huang Xiaolong didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Sure enough, a series of labored breaths sounded: "Big Brother, I knew you were here watching the sunrise again. Father and Mother are looking for you."

Huang Xiaolong turned his head and saw a girl of five or six years old, with two long braids and round, bright eyes, walking up the slope from below. This was Huang Xiaolong's younger sister in this life, Huang Min.

Besides Huang Min, Huang Xiaolong also has a younger brother, Huang Xiaohai, who is three years younger than him.

"Dad and Mom looking for me?" Huang Xiaolong: "What's up?"

"Who knows." Huang Min's voice was still a little angry: "Big brother, let's go back quickly, or when we get back late, father and mother will spank your butt!"

Huang Xiaolong smiled upon hearing this, and looked at his younger sister Huang Min's delicate face. He chuckled and said, "Then let's go."

Huang Min's face was pinched by Huang Xiaolong. She puffed up her cheeks and said angrily, "Big brother, you're so mean! I told you not to pinch my face anymore."

However, as Huang Min's voice fell, her little face was hit by Huang Xiaolong again. After hitting her, Huang Xiaolong laughed and ran away, while Huang Min chased after him with a huff.

"Brother, stop right there!"

Thus, the siblings chased each other playfully up and down the hillside, running back towards Huangjiacun at the foot of the mountain.

Although Huang Xiaolong was seventeen years old in his previous life, he sometimes felt a certain fondness for his younger sister, Huang Min.

Soon, the siblings returned to Huangjiazhuang.

Back at Huangjiazhuang, Huang Xiaolong headed towards the eastern courtyard. As he arrived, he saw a man in his thirties, with an elegant appearance, sword-like eyebrows and a hawk nose, wearing white robes, sitting there. Beside the man was a beautiful woman, this was Huang Xiaolong's father in this lifetime, Huang Peng, and his mother, Su Yan.

"Father, mother, are you looking for me?" Huang Xiaolong entered the hall and asked.

Huang Peng's sword eyebrows shot up: "Where did you go this morning?!"

"Alright, don't scare the child," Su Yan said with a smile. "Long'er, you'll be seven years old in a few days. Around the age of seven, your martial soul can awaken. We'll take you to the Martial Hall later and help your martial soul awaken."

Martial Soul Awakening? Huang Xiaolong was stunned.

In this world, ordinary people have a martial spirit. A warrior's strength after training depends on their martial spirit. Martial spirits are divided into low, medium, and high levels, with ten levels in total. Above the tenth level, there is the unparalleled existence of super martial spirits. Only those with martial spirits can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to become a warrior.

Of course, some people have no soul or their souls are useless, unable to cultivate. Such people are completely finished!

"Martial Soul." Huang Xiaolong's eyes flickered, he too wanted to know if he had a Martial Soul, or what his Martial Soul was.

Thus, Huang Xiaolong arrived at the martial arts hall of Huangjiazhuang under the guidance of Huang Peng and Su Yan. When they reached the hall, it was already packed with people. This time during the awakening of the Martial Soul, besides Huang Xiaolong, there were also other disciples from Huangjiazhuang.

Standing in the center of the martial arts hall was a middle-aged man with an imposing presence. His square face and brows conveyed an aura of power, giving one a sense of invisible pressure. This was Huang Xiaolong's father's elder brother, Huang Ming, also known as Huang Xiaolong's uncle. Beside Huang Ming stood a boy around the same age as Huang Xiaolong. He was Huang Ming's second son, Huang Wei. Huang Wei was a month older than Huang Xiaolong and had also come to the martial arts hall for his soul awakening ceremony.

Huang Peng and Su Yan led Huang Xiaolong towards the center of the main hall, with Huang Peng speaking first: "Big brother."

Huang Xiaolong followed behind his parents and loudly addressed his uncle.

When Huang Ming saw Huang Peng, Su Yan arrived. Her originally expressionless face softened slightly as she nodded and said, "You're here."

In Huang Xiaolong's memory, he had never seen his uncle Huang Ming smile. Huang Ming presided over the Huangjiazhuang law, and was known for being strict.

After Huang Ming finished speaking, he didn't say anything more. Huang Peng, knowing his older brother's character, was not surprised.

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"Master Lao!"

When Huang Qide arrived, all the disciples of Huangjiazhuang in the main hall hurriedly bowed.

And Huang Ming, Huang Peng, and Su Yan all stepped forward: "Father!"

Huang Xiaolong and Huang Wei then stepped forward and said, "Grandpa."

Huang Qide wore a broad smile, nodded to Huang Ming and the others, then turned to the disciples of Huangjiazhuang in the main hall and said with a smile, “Alright, alright, no need for formalities. I just came by to take a look today.” In fact, every year when the Martial Hall opened and the disciples of Huangjiazhuang underwent their martial soul awakenings, Huang Qide would never come. But this year was different. Because of Huang Xiaolong and Huang Wei, he specially left his seclusion to come here.

Huang Qide came to the front of the main hall, scanned the crowd in the hall, and finally his eyes fell on an old man in gray beside him, and smiled: "Since everyone is here, let's get started."

"Yes, Master," the grey-robed elder replied respectfully, then walked to the center of the hall.

The gray-robed old man was Chen Ying, the head steward of Huangjiazhuang. Huang Xiaolong had heard his father say that Chen Ying was the oldest person who had followed his grandfather, Huang Qide. He had been by his grandfather's side even before Huangjiazhuang was established.

Chen Ying arrived at the center of the hall, his hands surging with power, a terrifying aura emanating from him that sent chills down everyone's spine.

Huang Xiaolong's eyes flickered, "This is the power of a ninth-tier powerhouse's fighting spirit? So strong! Even if he had cultivated the 'Yi Jin Jing' to the ninth style in his previous life, he would definitely not be Chen Ying's opponent."

As Chen Yingdou poured his strength into the air, the hexagonal pattern in the center of the hall suddenly flashed brightly. Then it blazed with blinding light, forming a series of pillars.

"Huang Wei, you go up." Huang Qide looked at Huang Wei.

"Yes, Grandpa," Huang Wei replied, then came to the hexagon-patterned door and walked into the pillar. Everyone in the hall watched Huang Wei as he entered the pillar. Huang Ming, who was usually expressionless, couldn't help but stare at his son.

A hexagonal patterned pillar enveloped Huang Wei. Not long after, clusters of black auras suddenly appeared on Huang Wei's upper body. The black auras surged, and a shadowy figure of a black tiger materialized behind Huang Wei. With the appearance of this black tiger's shadow, a roar shook the air, causing the hall to tremble.

Everyone was shocked.

Huang Qide looked at the tiger-shaped black shadowy figure behind his grandson Huang Wei, his eyes widened with surprise, then he burst into laughter.

“This is a tenth-grade Martial Soul, the three-eyed black tiger!” Steward Chen Ying said, his voice trembling.

A Tier 10 Martial Soul, the pinnacle of high-grade Martial Souls, infinitely close to the existence of a Super Martial Soul!

Huang Wei's Martial Spirit turned out to be a Level 10 Martial Spirit, the Three-Eyed Black Tiger!

(Editor in charge:novel peter pan)