Douluo Dalu - The Story Of Sheng Feilong 5 The Spirit Pagoda

Sheng Lingtian asked his son with a smile.

Soon after, they arrived at the Spirit PaG.o.da. On the way there, Sheng Feilong was barely able to suppress his excitement. Practically jumping out of the car, he made a beeline for the main entrance. Stepping in, he's greeted with a bustling atmosphere of dozens of people talking, lining up at the counters, our preparing to leave with deliveries or missions. Almost all of those people were Soul Masters, some of them may even be stronger than his father or the Patriarch! Sheng Feilong smiled brightly at that sight, earning him a few side glances from some of the women. The sight of a cute little boy roaming and looking around with such a bright smile couldn't be ignored by them.

A moment later, Sheng Lingtian appeared as well. Seeing him, Sheng Feilong immediately runs over to him.

"Father, come on, tell me where we have to go!"

"Feilong, calm down. The people are already looking." Sheng Lingtian said, as Sheng Feilong flinches, turns around and hurriedly bows to the crowd before hiding behind his father.

Sheng Lingtian chuckled, he had once again managed to get his son embarra.s.sed.

Lining up at one of the counters, they had to wait a few minutes before being able to talk to the employees. A torture for a 6 year old boy who as excited as Sheng Feilong. Waiting for their turn, they are then greeted by a young women wearing the simplistic, white standard uniform of the Spirit PaG.o.da.

"Welcome to the Spirit PaG.o.da. How may we help you?"

"We've come to obtain the first artificial Spirit Soul for my son." Sheng Lingtian replied while putting his hand on Sheng Feilongs shoulder.

The employee seemed surprised at Sheng Lingtians words.

"Artificial Spirit Soul? You son has already reached Rank 10?"

"Indeed. So, where shall we go to obtain one for him?" Sheng Lingtian replied courteously, his voice riddled with pride.

"Ah, excuse me. Please, go through the elevator on the right. On the third floor, there will be another counter with personal to measure his Spirit Power and help you choose a fitting artificial Spirit Soul."

The employee bows lightly before gesturing for the elevator.

They board the elevator, stepping out of it on the third floor. With only one counter and a few doors the third floor appears rather deserted compared to the bustling first floor. Sheng Lingtian leads the way to the counter, where they are greeted by a young man in his twenties. He's wearing the same simplistic, white standard uniform as the woman from before, he however has a badge on the left side of his chest which certifies his permission to make the different tests which have to be made in order for Sheng Feilong to choose a artificial Spirit Soul.

Stating their purpose once again, Sheng Lingtian is asked to fill in a standard form with questions about personal information of the one to receive a artificial Spirit Soul as well as a liability agreement to make sure the Spirit PaG.o.da cannot be held accountable should Sheng Feilong be unable to fuse with his artificial Spirit Soul.

After answering all questions and filling in the form, Sheng Lingtian gives the clipboard with the form back to the employee, who quickly looks at through.

"Very well, everything looks all right. We can now begin with the test. If you would follow me, please." The employee respectfully said before going through on of the doors.

Following him in, Sheng Feilong sees a strange setup of machines and computers. On some of the computer's monitors are all kinds of diagrams and complicated formulas disoplayed, none of which Sheng Feilong has seen before, they're really looking weird and he's not able to make any deductions of what they're meant to be. Most notably, however, is a chair with a huge headgear that has multiple cables attached to it. The headgear is completely made of metal and easily big enough to fit the whole head of an adult.

The employee than introduces the machine as a method of determining ones Spirit Power using and mixture of technology and Soul Power. He than asks Sheng Feilong to take a seat on the chair, which he does, whereas the employee takes a seat before one of the computers and begins typing in something, probably to get the machines working and the test starting.

"Alright, you don't have to be scared now. The headgear will slowly come down and cover your head. Then you will feel like some kind of power tries to get inside your head. Try to focus on that power as good as you can, but don't stop it from flowing into your head. The machine will measure your Spirit Power by telling how well you can focus on that power. Alright, I'm lowering the headgear now."

The headgear soon covers Sheng Feilongs whole head, a very weird view, as the headgear is even bigger than his upper body. Inside of it, Sheng Feilong doesn't really see anything. It's pretty much completely smooth, so he just closes his eyes and waits for the strange power the employee mentioned.

"Okay, I'll now start the machine. Remember to try and focus on the strange power, as I said before. Here it comes." The employee says as he clicks a few b.u.t.tons on his computer.

Sheng Feilong hears the machine power up and soon feels a warm current flowing inside his head.

'Is that the strange power...? It just feels as if I'm standing in the sun... He said to focus on it, right? Here goes... warm feeling... warm feeling... warm fee- wait, it's getting hotter? How weird!' Sheng Feilong thought as he tried to focus on the warm feeling as best as he could.

The procedure continued for about a minute and a half, and the strangely warm power Sheng Feilong was feeling was steadily becoming hotter, not as much as to be uncomfortable, though.

What he did not know was, that the employee currently had a stupefied expression on his face. More precisely speaking, he had a stupefied expression on his face since 40 seconds ago. As the test finishes and the headgear goes up again, Sheng Feilong now sees his father looking at him with a stupefied expression and the employee looking at him as if he were some kind of monster.

Snapping out of his daze, the employee looks back at his monitor before turning towards Sheng Lingtian.

"A Spirit Power of 486 points at the age of 6 years... Sir, I... I really have to inform my superiors of this matter... Please wait for outside for a while."

Sheng Lingtian nods with a solemn expression and leads Sheng Feilong outside to wait. The employee runs up to the counter and makes a quick phone call before heading up the elevator.

A few minutes later, the employee returns with another man behind him. The man is about 1.90 meters tall, with a lean build and a sharp jawline. He's wearing a white uniform with black pants and shoes. On the left side of his chest he has a badge like the other employee, instead of the usual bronze badge, his is of a golden colour and endowed with three stars, though – a symbol which only members of the Spirit PaG.o.das top echelon posses. The most eye-catching thing, however, is not the badge on his chest, but his hair. A giant, 4 cm wide and 15cm mohawk cut in a vibrant, pink colour.

Sheng Lingtian was petrified. He knew that to enter the Spirit PaG.o.das top echelon, there a two criteria. One has to either be a t.i.tled Douluo or have the recommendation of three other members of the top echelon who are t.i.tled Douluos. They are in charge of a whole department of the Spirit PaG.o.da or may even be part of its Council. Either way, they are not people that low-level Soul Kings like himself can easily meet.

However, it had to become worse. Sheng Feilong saw the man in the same moment as Sheng Lingtian. He also saw the giant, pink mohawk, couldn't suppress his surprise and burst out laughing loudly. The mohawk man seeing this, raised his eyebrows and to a few step forward before crouching down in front of Sheng Feilong.

"Hey little guy. You must be Sheng Feilong, right? What, you don't like my hair? Hah... I'm devastated. Anyways, I'm Song Weihan, I'm in charge of the distribution of artificial Spirit Souls and the various tests here. Little Wu here said you scored nearly 500 points when measuring your Spirit Power, is that right?" Song Weihan questioned Sheng Feilong with an amused expression.

By now, Sheng Lingtian was sweating profusely, however he didn't dare say anything to Song Weihan, as the latter directly chose to speak to his son.

It took Sheng Feilong a few seconds to stop laughing and catch his breath before he could reply to Song Weihan all the while brightly smiling.

"I'm sorry Mister Song, I didn't mean to laugh! But your hair surprised me! It's so awesome and pink! And yes, what Mister Wu said is true. My score was 486!"

"Whoa, amazing! Hey, how about we do some other little tests? If you're doing good, I'll give you a nice present." Song Weihan replied with a little laugh.

"A present? What kind of present?" Sheng Feilong asked with sparkling eyes.

Seeing this, Song Weihan smiled mischievously. "I won't tell you. But I promise you'll like it. So, want to do the tests?"

Sheng Feilong didn't even think before blurting out.

"Okay!"