Chapter 7: The Awakening That Shook the World
The grand chamber of Spirit Hall stood silent. A golden glow flickered in the air as Qian Renxue stood in the center, her delicate frame bathed in divine radiance. Today was the day of her martial spirit awakening, a moment that would determine her future.
Around her, the most powerful figures of Spirit Hall had gathered—Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji, numerous elders, and priests, all waiting in anticipation. But amidst them, one figure remained particularly relaxed, hands in his pockets, lips curled into a playful smirk.
Zhen Wuji.
The boy who had defied every expectation, who had dominated every room he walked into despite his young age. At just three years old, he carried himself with the arrogance of a king, his striking white hair and sharp sapphire-blue eyes making him stand out among all others.
His gaze flickered toward Qian Renxue.
"You ready?" he teased, his voice carrying a lazy amusement.
Qian Renxue, standing with her tiny fists clenched, nodded with determination. She had always been composed, but with him watching, she felt a strange need to prove herself.
The Spirit Hall elder stepped forward, placing his hand on Qian Renxue's head. "Begin."
The moment the spirit awakening ceremony started, a golden divine flame erupted from her body.
Her aura surged, flooding the hall with sacred power. Six brilliant white wings slowly unfolded behind her, their divine glow illuminating the entire chamber. An illusory golden angel floated above her head, exuding overwhelming majesty.
"The Seraphim!" gasped an elder.
"She truly is the daughter of the Supreme Pontiff!" another priest murmured in awe.
Qian Xunji, her father, nodded in satisfaction. "Good. As expected from my daughter."
Qian Renxue's golden eyes shone as she felt the power of her martial spirit. She looked around at the admiration and pride in everyone's eyes. It should have been her moment of triumph, but…
Her gaze involuntarily drifted to Zhen Wuji.
Would he be impressed?
Zhen Wuji met her eyes, his smirk widening. "Not bad, not bad," he said casually, tilting his head. "A bit flashy for my taste, but not bad."
His words made Qian Renxue pout slightly, though a small smile tugged at her lips.
But soon, the attention in the room shifted.
Now, it was his turn.
The Birth of a Monster
As the elder approached Zhen Wuji, there was a strange tension in the air. Everyone had heard of his unbelievable intelligence, his unnatural physical prowess, but in the end, the world only respected martial spirits.
No matter how gifted he was, his martial spirit would decide his fate.
Zhen Wuji stepped forward lazily. "Let's get this over with," he muttered, raising an eyebrow.
The elder placed his hand on Zhen Wuji's head and activated the awakening ritual.
At that moment—
The entire Spirit Hall trembled.
A deafening BOOM exploded from Zhen Wuji's body, sending a shockwave through the chamber. Cracks spiderwebbed across the floor as an overwhelming force surged outward.
Then, an eerie silence fell.
Zhen Wuji's Six Eyes snapped open, glowing with an ethereal blue light.
Something terrifyingly beautiful emerged behind him.
A massive, translucent demon—its form shifting and unstable, exuding an aura of pure, unfiltered death. Its countless phantom-like daggers swirled in the air around it, radiating a presence that felt ancient and insatiable.
It was his weapon martial spirit—The Thousand Demon Dagger.
The elders recoiled in shock.
"A… a spirit like this… what is it?!"
The second martial spirit followed immediately.
His entire body emitted a soft blue glow, and the world itself seemed to warp around him. His Six Eyes shone brighter than ever, their depth revealing an unfathomable intelligence.
"This… this is…"
Qian Daoliu's pupils shrank. He recognized it.
"A Body Martial Spirit… his very eyes are his martial spirit!"
"A body martial spirit?!" one elder gasped.
"But that's impossible! There hasn't been a recorded eye-type martial spirit since the founding of Spirit Hall!"
Qian Daoliu's breath hitched. This wasn't just any eye martial spirit. It was something far beyond that.
Zhen Wuji stood there, rolling his shoulders as if nothing had happened.
"Hmm. That felt weird," he mused. Then he turned to Qian Renxue, whose golden eyes were locked onto him in complete shock.
He grinned. "Didn't expect this, huh?"
She stared at him, her heart pounding.
He looked divine. His glowing Six Eyes, his unreal aura, the way his white hair moved slightly in the waves of energy surrounding him—he was like a celestial being descending upon the world.
For the first time in her life, Qian Renxue felt something unfamiliar. An emotion she couldn't explain.
And she wasn't the only one affected.
Spirit Power Testing—The Final Shock
Everyone in the hall was still reeling when the elder, trembling, brought out the Spirit Power Crystal for testing.
"Young Master Wuji… please place your hand on this," the elder stuttered.
Zhen Wuji shrugged. "Alright."
The moment his hand touched the crystal—
It exploded.
A violent burst of light surged out, illuminating the chamber like a sun. The walls cracked, and even the ground trembled under the sheer pressure.
"How is this possible?!"
"His spirit power… it's… Level 20?"
Even Qian Daoliu inhaled sharply.
To awaken at Level 20 was unheard of. Only Qian Renxue had ever done so before.
But Zhen Wuji's case was even more bizarre—because the excess spirit power had been absorbed into his body, making him physically stronger than any three-year-old should be.
He was a freak of nature.
Silence.
Then, uproar.
The World Reacts—The Rise of the Holy Son
Qian Xunji, who had remained silent for most of the awakening, finally spoke.
"This boy… he's too dangerous," he muttered, his voice shaking slightly.
He had never seen anything like this. He had thought Qian Renxue was Spirit Hall's future, but now…
This child…
Was something else entirely.
Qian Daoliu, on the other hand, slowly rose from his seat. His golden eyes flashed with an unfathomable light.
He had already made his decision.
"From today onward," his voice boomed, "Zhen Wuji shall be named the Holy Son of Spirit Hall!"
The chamber fell into a stunned silence.
"Holy Son?"
"But that's…!"
"The last person to hold that title was…"
Qian Daoliu ignored their whispers. His gaze fell upon Zhen Wuji, filled with undisguised appreciation.
He had already decided.
This boy—this monster—would become his granddaughter's companion.
Whether Qian Renxue liked it or not…
She needed him.
And Qian Daoliu would ensure they stayed together.
A New Era Begins
Zhen Wuji yawned, stretching his arms.
"So, I get some fancy title now? Cool." He turned to Qian Renxue, smirking. "Guess that means you have to treat me with more respect, huh?"
Qian Renxue blinked, still processing everything. Then, to his surprise, she nodded shyly.
"Mn… Holy Son Wuji…" she whispered.
Zhen Wuji chuckled.
The game had just begun.