Two days ter

  Elder Jack fretted over their clothes, dark blue with silver ats and brand new. His wife even put an old flower hairpin of hers into Tang Yin's small ponytail. pining, she looked so boyish. Tang Yin shrugged her shoulders. It was better if Dad thought about her as a boy. The two made a lovely pair. Bck-haired and bright-eyed, with matg clothes and holding each other's hands. She was a little smaller and slimmer, with pale skin and a tiny mischievous smile. Oher hand, he was a bit stern, too ear, and brimming with health. Resembling a small adult.

  They arrived a little too early at the chapel right in the middle of the vilge; it seemed that churches always were at the same p towns regardless of the world.Seeing who stood before it, leaning at the door, Tang Yin gaped in shock.

  "Dad!?"

  He stood there, his beard shaved, his hair groomed, and in fresh clothes. Then, he walked towards them, put his hands on their heads, and made a grumpy sound before leaving. Tang Yin and Tang San looked at their leaving Father and each other. It was the first time sihey were babies that he showed care for them.

  "Is he sick?" she whispered to her brother.

  No answer, ion.

  "So he still has some decy left as a father.", elder Jack said and bowed down to them, "now, you two let me expin. Spirit Masters are the most honorable Profession in our world, and they achieve things most only dream of."

  "We know; Teacher Lee taught us a little.", Tang San tinued,

  "they are ranked acc to their Power, starting with Spirit Schor, Spirit Master, Grandmaster, Elder, Aor, King, Emperor, Sage, Douluo, and Title Douluo."

  Elder Jack's eyes shone brightly with pride at his knowledge.

  "Now, our Holy Spirit Vilge once had a level eighty Spirit Sage that is extremely rare, even when sidering the entire Province." He expined further.

  Tang Yin somehow felt excited and giddy at getting her Soul on awakehe other Kids slowly arrived too. The more came, the more hostile gnces she got, but soon everyone had gathered.

  They eogether. Tang Yin squeezed her brother's hand, slightly nervous. She kang San was badass and would possess spirit power, but he would also gain powerful enemies one day. Since she shared genes with him, she was sure her talent wasn't bad, but the differeween them was that she didn't have his brains or anything else that made him who he was.

  Damn, she liked him; she didn't want to bee a weakness for him. She tried to be strong enough to keep her dear people safe. This would decide if she would be capable of doing so. It was an all-or-nothing.

  "It's fine, Sister.", he whispered, "you don't have to worry."

  She looked at him and smiled; he had no idea, no clue what was about to e, to happen in his future.

  "I know...it's just...fet it."

  The two of them walked to the church's altar, where a young man waited, looking down at the children with barely disguised disdain. He would never spend time in such a pce if it weren't obligatory.

  " I am called Su Yuntao, a twenty-sixth-ranked Spirit Grandmaster, and will be yuide. Now, I will have you undergo spirit awakening one by one. But, remember, regardless of what happens, do not be afraid." He introduced himself. His nose was sky-high, and his intonation was like an aristocrat's.

  "Arrog..." A hand covered her mouth, and she gred at Tang San, that told her to remain silent.

  "Later." He whispered, and their tration moved back towards the young man that already started boasting.

  "...not to be afraid. This is my spirit, Lone Wolf. If one of you bee a spiritual master iure, they will also be able to employ simir abilities."

  To ge color like a rainbow and buff up, isn't some of that extra impractical when moving? Wahrough her mind as she observed him. In ics, it looked cool; iy still excellent, but somehow it was alse.

  Su Yuntao cpped his hands, and the first boy was enveloped by golden sparkles until a sickle appeared in his hands. He looked asto it with rge eyes.

  "Your spirit is a Sickle, a Tool Spirit. e here; let me test if you have spiritual power. If you possess spirit power, even a tool spirit undergo Battle Spirit Cultivation. After all, a sickle has a certain potential for attack."

  The boy was led to a translut blue crystal ball and had to put his hand on it.

  "Now recall your spirit.", he said.

  The boy did as he was told, but nothing happened.

  "No spirit Power; you ot bee a spiritual Master. !"