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Chapter 115: Main Body Martial Soul!
[Correct Answer: Option Four, Medicine King - Sun Zhongjing.]
The Live Broadcast Room announced the answer.
However, this answer was far beyond the expectations of the audience and Dugu Bo himself. After all, each of the five options had a prefix—Snake King, Life-taking Scorpion, Jade-Eyed Poisonous Toad—just looking at the names made it clear they were potent poisons.
But this fourth option, with the prefix "Medicine King," seemed to have no connection to poison at all.
Fortunately, the Live Broadcast Room quickly responded.
[Detecting the questioner's wish…]
[Beginning playback of the answer…]
The video on the screen flickered, and the background soon changed.
The scene appeared to be a dilapidated small village somewhere.
Within this small village stood a wooden house that could be considered quite luxurious by local standards.
At this moment, many people were gathered inside the wooden house. Most of them were children, with only one young man present. Judging from his attire, he was a Soul Master from Spirit Hall.
"Alright, children, stand in a line. Uncle is here to help you with your Martial Soul Awakening," the young man said with a smile.
About eight children obediently stood in a neat line. Then, one by one, they stepped forward for the young man to help them with their Martial Soul Awakening.
[Oh, so this is Spirit Hall helping people with their Martial Soul Awakening in some small village.]
[Where's the Medicine King?]
[Why is it all just little kids?]
A series of bullet comments flashed across the screen.
In the video, child after child stepped forward. Their awakened Martial Souls were basically the standard set of waste Martial Souls: scythes, hoes, Blue Silver Grass… None possessed a shred of spirit power.
This continued until the last child.
Light flashed, but the child's hands remained completely empty.
The young man was stunned. He said, puzzled, "No Martial Soul? That shouldn't be possible."
At this moment, the child said weakly, "Uncle, I actually do have a Martial Soul…"
"Oh? Then release your Martial Soul and let me see it," the young man said.
"Uncle, my Martial Soul… is my tongue," the little boy said, somewhat embarrassed.
"Tongue…"
The young man fell silent. He had traveled far and wide, helping so many people awaken their Martial Souls, but this was the first time he had encountered one so bizarre.
"I have indeed heard some colleagues say that some people's Martial Souls are a part of their body… I never expected to meet someone so rare today." He shook his head, then held the crystal ball out to the boy and said, "Let's test your spirit power!"
The little boy placed his hand on the crystal ball.
In an instant, a brilliant light shone!
[Heavens! It's innate full spirit power!]
[What a pity. The Martial Soul is a tongue… What can a body part like that even do? Even if it were a leg or a hand, it would at least have some attack power.]
[Speaking of which, a Martial Soul that's a specific organ of the body, does it count as a Beast Martial Soul or a Tool Martial Soul?]
[I think something like this shouldn't even be called a Martial Soul!]
[I think it should still be classified as a Beast Martial Soul, right?]
[That makes sense. After all, Beast Martial Souls allow for possession, and this thing is part of the body. It's plausible to barely classify it among Beast Martial Souls…]
A stream of bullet comments scrolled past in the Live Broadcast Room.
In the video.
The young man stared at the brightly glowing crystal ball with a look of amazement, then looked at the boy with extreme regret, shaking his head. "What a pity. If your Martial Soul were a leg or a hand, it would at least have some attack power… A tongue. I really can't imagine what this thing can be used for. Tasting flavors?"
Hearing this, the little boy's face fell, and he lowered his head in disappointment.
Soon, the children all went back to their respective homes.
The camera's perspective suddenly jumped.
When it reappeared, it was in front of a rundown little wooden house.
The boy whose Martial Soul was a tongue walked up to this small wooden house and opened the door. A thick cloud of smoke billowed out. He quickly ran inside, and the camera's perspective moved with him as he ran. The audience gradually realized that this boy was likely the protagonist of the video.
The little boy ran to the stove, took a medicine pot off the fire, then grabbed a bowl and carefully poured.
A dark, murky liquid flowed out.
Even through the screen, the audience felt as if they could smell the bitter scent.
Soon after pouring the medicine, the boy carefully carried the bowl of medicine into a room. An old man lay on the bed, on the verge of death. "Grandpa, it's time to drink your medicine."
"Cough, cough…"
The old man coughed violently, then asked, "Zhongjing, did your Martial Soul awaken? What is it, and do you have any innate spirit power?"
"Grandpa, my Martial Soul is my tongue. The big brother who helped with the awakening said it's a waste Martial Soul. But I have innate full spirit power…" the little boy said, unsure whether to be happy or disappointed.
"A tongue?"
The old man was taken aback for a moment. Seeing the boy's expression, he smiled and patted his head, speaking kindly, "Child, don't be disappointed… Everything in this world has its use. The same goes for Martial Souls. Perhaps your Martial Soul can't be used for combat, but maybe it has other great uses in other areas."
It was obvious to everyone, even the audience in the Live Broadcast Room, that the old man was just comforting him. But the little boy believed it and pulled himself together. He said with determination, "Grandpa, I understand! I believe my Martial Soul isn't a waste Martial Soul, I just haven't found its true purpose yet!"
"Good, good…"
The old man smiled kindly. "Think more, observe more, and summarize your experiences… As time goes by, you will eventually become a person of great wisdom."
"Mhm!"
The little boy nodded firmly.
After helping the old man drink his medicine, the little boy left the room to let him rest alone.
A stone was placed outside the house. The boy went directly there, sat down, and looked up at the sky. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "A tongue… what exactly can this Martial Soul do? Is it for tasting flavors?"
As he said this, he seemed to realize something. He immediately turned and ran back into the wooden house, returning to the place where he usually brewed medicine. The area was already filled with many medicinal herbs, all of which he had gathered himself.
Although there were doctors on the Douluo Continent, because of the existence of Soul Masters, medical arts were not particularly advanced. This was especially true for poor country folk like them, who knew nothing of medical arts. These herbs were merely things their ancestors had gradually learned through trial and error, figuring out which grasses could effectively alleviate or even cure certain illnesses.
And the boy's family served as the doctors for this small village.
Usually, when villagers had a headache, fever, or diarrhea, they would come to his grandfather for treatment. Unfortunately, his grandfather had recently fallen ill, and since only the two of them were left in the family, the task of finding herbs fell to the boy.
He had found many herbs based on his grandfather's descriptions.
However, even his grandfather couldn't fully identify which of these herbs were useful and which were not. He could only rely on the "prescriptions" passed down through generations to know that brewing a few specific types of grass together could have some effect on an illness.
Looking at the unfamiliar medicinal herbs, the little boy hesitated for a moment, but ultimately picked up an herb, plucked off a leaf, and gently placed it in his mouth to chew…
(end of chapter)
[Correct Answer: Option Four, Medicine King - Sun Zhongjing.]
The Live Broadcast Room announced the answer.
However, this answer was far beyond the expectations of the audience and Dugu Bo himself. After all, each of the five options had a prefix—Snake King, Life-taking Scorpion, Jade-Eyed Poisonous Toad—just looking at the names made it clear they were potent poisons.
But this fourth option, with the prefix "Medicine King," seemed to have no connection to poison at all.
Fortunately, the Live Broadcast Room quickly responded.
[Detecting the questioner's wish…]
[Beginning playback of the answer…]
The video on the screen flickered, and the background soon changed.
The scene appeared to be a dilapidated small village somewhere.
Within this small village stood a wooden house that could be considered quite luxurious by local standards.
At this moment, many people were gathered inside the wooden house. Most of them were children, with only one young man present. Judging from his attire, he was a Soul Master from Spirit Hall.
"Alright, children, stand in a line. Uncle is here to help you with your Martial Soul Awakening," the young man said with a smile.
About eight children obediently stood in a neat line. Then, one by one, they stepped forward for the young man to help them with their Martial Soul Awakening.
[Oh, so this is Spirit Hall helping people with their Martial Soul Awakening in some small village.]
[Where's the Medicine King?]
[Why is it all just little kids?]
A series of bullet comments flashed across the screen.
In the video, child after child stepped forward. Their awakened Martial Souls were basically the standard set of waste Martial Souls: scythes, hoes, Blue Silver Grass… None possessed a shred of spirit power.
This continued until the last child.
Light flashed, but the child's hands remained completely empty.
The young man was stunned. He said, puzzled, "No Martial Soul? That shouldn't be possible."
At this moment, the child said weakly, "Uncle, I actually do have a Martial Soul…"
"Oh? Then release your Martial Soul and let me see it," the young man said.
"Uncle, my Martial Soul… is my tongue," the little boy said, somewhat embarrassed.
"Tongue…"
The young man fell silent. He had traveled far and wide, helping so many people awaken their Martial Souls, but this was the first time he had encountered one so bizarre.
"I have indeed heard some colleagues say that some people's Martial Souls are a part of their body… I never expected to meet someone so rare today." He shook his head, then held the crystal ball out to the boy and said, "Let's test your spirit power!"
The little boy placed his hand on the crystal ball.
In an instant, a brilliant light shone!
[Heavens! It's innate full spirit power!]
[What a pity. The Martial Soul is a tongue… What can a body part like that even do? Even if it were a leg or a hand, it would at least have some attack power.]
[Speaking of which, a Martial Soul that's a specific organ of the body, does it count as a Beast Martial Soul or a Tool Martial Soul?]
[I think something like this shouldn't even be called a Martial Soul!]
[I think it should still be classified as a Beast Martial Soul, right?]
[That makes sense. After all, Beast Martial Souls allow for possession, and this thing is part of the body. It's plausible to barely classify it among Beast Martial Souls…]
A stream of bullet comments scrolled past in the Live Broadcast Room.
In the video.
The young man stared at the brightly glowing crystal ball with a look of amazement, then looked at the boy with extreme regret, shaking his head. "What a pity. If your Martial Soul were a leg or a hand, it would at least have some attack power… A tongue. I really can't imagine what this thing can be used for. Tasting flavors?"
Hearing this, the little boy's face fell, and he lowered his head in disappointment.
Soon, the children all went back to their respective homes.
The camera's perspective suddenly jumped.
When it reappeared, it was in front of a rundown little wooden house.
The boy whose Martial Soul was a tongue walked up to this small wooden house and opened the door. A thick cloud of smoke billowed out. He quickly ran inside, and the camera's perspective moved with him as he ran. The audience gradually realized that this boy was likely the protagonist of the video.
The little boy ran to the stove, took a medicine pot off the fire, then grabbed a bowl and carefully poured.
A dark, murky liquid flowed out.
Even through the screen, the audience felt as if they could smell the bitter scent.
Soon after pouring the medicine, the boy carefully carried the bowl of medicine into a room. An old man lay on the bed, on the verge of death. "Grandpa, it's time to drink your medicine."
"Cough, cough…"
The old man coughed violently, then asked, "Zhongjing, did your Martial Soul awaken? What is it, and do you have any innate spirit power?"
"Grandpa, my Martial Soul is my tongue. The big brother who helped with the awakening said it's a waste Martial Soul. But I have innate full spirit power…" the little boy said, unsure whether to be happy or disappointed.
"A tongue?"
The old man was taken aback for a moment. Seeing the boy's expression, he smiled and patted his head, speaking kindly, "Child, don't be disappointed… Everything in this world has its use. The same goes for Martial Souls. Perhaps your Martial Soul can't be used for combat, but maybe it has other great uses in other areas."
It was obvious to everyone, even the audience in the Live Broadcast Room, that the old man was just comforting him. But the little boy believed it and pulled himself together. He said with determination, "Grandpa, I understand! I believe my Martial Soul isn't a waste Martial Soul, I just haven't found its true purpose yet!"
"Good, good…"
The old man smiled kindly. "Think more, observe more, and summarize your experiences… As time goes by, you will eventually become a person of great wisdom."
"Mhm!"
The little boy nodded firmly.
After helping the old man drink his medicine, the little boy left the room to let him rest alone.
A stone was placed outside the house. The boy went directly there, sat down, and looked up at the sky. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "A tongue… what exactly can this Martial Soul do? Is it for tasting flavors?"
As he said this, he seemed to realize something. He immediately turned and ran back into the wooden house, returning to the place where he usually brewed medicine. The area was already filled with many medicinal herbs, all of which he had gathered himself.
Although there were doctors on the Douluo Continent, because of the existence of Soul Masters, medical arts were not particularly advanced. This was especially true for poor country folk like them, who knew nothing of medical arts. These herbs were merely things their ancestors had gradually learned through trial and error, figuring out which grasses could effectively alleviate or even cure certain illnesses.
And the boy's family served as the doctors for this small village.
Usually, when villagers had a headache, fever, or diarrhea, they would come to his grandfather for treatment. Unfortunately, his grandfather had recently fallen ill, and since only the two of them were left in the family, the task of finding herbs fell to the boy.
He had found many herbs based on his grandfather's descriptions.
However, even his grandfather couldn't fully identify which of these herbs were useful and which were not. He could only rely on the "prescriptions" passed down through generations to know that brewing a few specific types of grass together could have some effect on an illness.
Looking at the unfamiliar medicinal herbs, the little boy hesitated for a moment, but ultimately picked up an herb, plucked off a leaf, and gently placed it in his mouth to chew…
(end of chapter)
