The Boy with the Lightning Flicker — Jin
Jin's body spasmed briefly as energy coursed through him — but he remained upright, face clenched in focus.
Mutated Martial Spirit — Stormline Serpent.
A swift electric-type spirit, the serpent coiled around his spirit projection, hissing with latent voltage. The mutation had wired his nerves for speed, granting bursts of enhanced reflexes and physical movement.
He would become a quick striker — if he learned to control the wild current inside him.
5. The Tall Girl with the Plant Pulse — Su
The last girl had stood calmly through most of it, but as her spirit activated, a glowing vine coiled gently around her wrist — almost sentient.
Mutated Martial Spirit — Verdant Rootcaller.
A support-type plant spirit, mutated with earthen affinity. It granted enhanced stamina, the ability to sense vibrations in the earth, and eventual control over plant growth — suited for battlefield support and control zones.
She blinked, grounding herself to the earth as if she could already feel the life beneath the stone.
Michael gave a nod of approval.
"Good," he said simply. "Now, you're more than property. You're spirit masters. And from this moment forward, your lives — and your strength — belong to yourselves."
He turned, his tone sharp.
"But whether you rise… depends on how you choose to follow me."
Hearing his words, all five of them dropped to their knees, their heads touching the floor as they shouted in unison:
"Thank you, Young Master!"
The gratitude in their voices was genuine. They don't know what was that Pill, but it must have been an treasure.
For those born without any innate spirit power, to not only Evolve thier martial spirit but to also gain full innate spirit power was nothing short of a miracle.
Tears welled in Mei's eyes as frost shimmered gently along her lashes. Jin clenched his fists, electricity dancing across his knuckles. Lian's tail flicked behind her, her lynx eyes sharp and reverent.
Michael waved a hand casually, as if brushing off the weight of their praise.
"No need for that," he said coolly. "Just don't waste what I've given you. I didn't save you to play family. I saved you to fight."
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He stood, hands tucked behind his back, and looked at each of them in turn.
"You have seven days to stabilize your new powers. After that, we head for your first spirit ring hunts. You'll kill your first beast yourselves — or you won't get one at all."
Then, with a flick of his hand, five thin, leather-bound manuals appeared in the air, floating toward each of them.
"Here," he said calmly. "These are self-created Spirit Skills — crafted to work without rings. If you can grasp even one properly, you'll be able to defeat most spirit beasts under a thousand years old."
The books landed gently in each of their palms, the covers inscribed with unique sigils glowing faintly in gold, blue, or crimson — matching their newly awakened martial spirits.
"The techniques are designed to match your spirits," he added. "Read them, meditate on them, and practice. You'll find each style brings out a hidden strength within you."
His gaze sharpened slightly.
"Go back to your rooms and cultivate properly. Waste this opportunity, and you're better off walking back to the slave house."
Not a single one of them protested.
They bowed low once more before retreating silently, clutching their manuals like lifelines — because in a way, they were.
For the first time in their lives… they had been given power.
And now, it was time to prove they were worthy of it.
Michael watched them leave in silence, arms folded across his chest, a slight smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.
"Hm… one of them might just become our seventh," he murmured to himself. "The rest can serve as substitutes."
Then, casually, as if speaking to the air, his voice rang with authority:
"Each of you — go and teach them over the next seven days. The one who performs the best among the five will be rewarded. And the teacher who guided that one… will receive double."
From the shadows flanking the hall, five figures stepped forward. Then another five emerged, silent and poised. Ten Titled Douluo — all hidden until now — bowed slightly in acknowledgment.
Four of them were Michael's guardians, four belonged to Qian Renxue, and the remaining two had been assigned to Felicia. As they traveled the continent, these ten were tasked with protecting them.
A flicker of competitive intent danced between them.
They did not speak — they did not need to. Each of them scanned the five newly awakened youths, gauging temperament, spirit compatibility, and potential.
Without waiting for further instruction, they began to pair off.
Each student was chosen by two Douluo who believed they could bring out their strength. In the end, five small groups formed — each with one student and two powerful masters, determined to get the reward from him.
Michael turned away, satisfied.
"Seven days," he said again, more to himself. "Let's see what you make of it."
Seven days passed like a fleeting wind — but for the five youths, it was nothing short of transformation.
They once again assembled before Michael in the grand hall of the spirit-sealed hotel. But this time, they no longer resembled the frightened, powerless slaves he had bought.
Now, they stood tall, eyes sharp, bodies straight. Their clothes, though simple, were clean and fitted — each figure radiating faint spirit energy, controlled yet distinct.
Michael sat at the far end of the hall in his seat, chin resting against one hand, calmly observing them.
Each step they took into the hall echoed with newfound confidence. Their auras — though still unrefined — held weight now. No longer empty vessels, they were cultivators standing on the starting line.
He could tell with a glance: their spirits had stabilized. The Dragon-Phoenix Rebirth Pill had done its work. And more importantly — so had they.
Even the weakest of them now carried themselves like someone who had tasted power… and refused to let go.
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