The blade fell,
swung in a semi-circle in mid-air.
A perfect strike, a fatal blow.
But the only flaw was that a bastard named Tang San failed to dodge it.
"Crack—"
Blood spurted from Tang San's shoulder.
Tang San used his soul power to seal the wound, stopping the blood from flowing out.
He turned to look at Yuan Ling'er:
"That's it?"
"..." Yuan Ling'er.
She hadn't expected Tang San to be so good at dodging, almost on par with his father.
Seeing that Yuan Ling'er was silent, Tang San suddenly felt he had a plan in hand and was about to win. He said:
"My teacher taught me that although a thousand-year-old soul skill is extremely powerful, even a three-ring Soul Master can only use it a few times. So, I ask
you, as a one-ring Soul Master,
how many more times can you use it?"
Tang San smiled sinisterly.
Tang San wasn't wrong. While the power of a thousand-year-old soul skill was immense, Yuan Ling'er's current soul power meant she couldn't use it many times. Besides, she genuinely couldn't use soul skills anymore.
"Does your teacher have a thousand-year-old soul ring?"
Yuan Ling'er retorted immediately. "Your teacher is in his forties or fifties and hasn't broken through level thirty yet, what's with all the arrogance?
" Tang San
was speechless. The Grandmaster's inability to break through level thirty was his eternal obsession.
Tang San glanced at Xiao Wu, then struck a smug pose in front of her. "Enough talk, let's fight!"
Yuan Ling'er chuckled, shrugged, and said, "You don't think I can't beat you just because I don't have soul power to unleash soul skills, do you?"
Tang San's words were sharp, reciting verbatim, "Of course! Teacher said soul power is wood, and soul skills are fire. Without wood to fuel the fire,
your fire
won't burn."
Yuan Ling'er now understood why most people scoffed at the master's theories. The saying "
seeing a mountain is not seeing a mountain, seeing water is not seeing water" applies here
. There are some things you can't understand just by listening to others explain them if you haven't reached that level.
Yuan Ling'er withdrew her martial soul, flipped her hand, and used her soul power to break off a branch nearby, then held it in her hand. "Soul skills are tools for releasing soul power, but soul power is the source of a soul master's strength.
I'll use this to beat you."
Tang San's gaze sharpened. He wasn't unfamiliar with masters who could injure people with a single leaf or flower, but to believe a six-year-old child possessed that kind of strength?
Ridiculous.
Moreover, it's better not to use a martial soul.
I, Tang San, never saw a martial soul in my past life, so I'm afraid you'll use these strange and unusual ones.
"You want to beat me with a tree branch?" Tang San also withdrew his Blue Silver Grass. "I won't bully you, and I won't use a martial soul. I'll defeat you with my Tang Sect hidden weapons. It's fair."
Yuan Ling'er waited calmly for Tang San to make his move, secretly thinking, "So he already has the idea of establishing the Tang Sect at this time?"
"Whoosh—"
Twenty small throwing knives flashed from Tang San's hand, then flew towards Yuan Ling'er in a scattered direction.
Hidden weapons are all about surprise; they're never straightforward.
Yuan Ling'er swept the knives away with her tree branch, but after a few blows, the branch broke.
She sneered,
"What a two-faced person! I use a tree branch, you use an iron knife, and you say it's fair?"
"I think it's fair," Tang San said without changing his expression.
"You didn't lose out, of course you think it's fair."
Yuan Ling'er picked another branch, wrapped it with her soul power to enhance her defense,
and then engaged Tang San in combat.
Secretly watching his daughter's back-and-forth battle with Tang San, Yuan Xunlu fell silent.
It seemed like
an ordinary person couldn't fight the protagonist Tang San for this long.
So...
my Yuan Ling'er is the protagonist?
No wonder,
no wonder,
no wonder I didn't have a cheat code, it turns out my daughter is my cheat code! Damn it, how come I never thought of this before?
Yuan Xunlu suddenly felt like he'd found a new path.
If judged by the standards of many transmigrated protagonists from his previous life, Yuan Xunlu's transmigration was truly shameful.
Could one martial soul compare to someone with twin martial souls?
What's so special about innate full soul power? There are even people with innate level twenty!
"You've been in the Spirit Hall for so many years, and the Pope's position isn't even yours yet. What have you been doing?
Bearing the title of the youngest Title Douluo on the continent, you don't even have a divine inheritance. Did you grow up eating shit?
Where's the Ice and Fire Hot Pot? Where's the Immortal Herb? Won't you ruin it if you don't eat it yourself?
You transmigrated before Tang San, why couldn't you kill Tang San?
Definitely a useless transmigrator.
" Yuan Xunlu.
To put it bluntly, the life of a transmigrator is one he has to live, and only Yuan Xunlu knows the true taste of it.
Yuan Xunlu felt that if you think he's useless, you can choose to transmigrate and experience it yourself, or read someone else's transmigration guide. There's really no need to curse him.
Who hasn't transmigrated for the first time?
Why insist on arguing about who the protagonist is? Now Yuan Ling'er feels more like the protagonist, with
twin martial souls,
a thousand-year-old first soul ring,
living a very comfortable life,
having beaten Tang San,
and probably even becoming a god in the future.
"Haha, so I'm just a supporting character." Yuan Xunlu wasn't angry; he had long accepted his fate.
When he first transmigrated, he always thought he was the best in the world. What was Qian Daoliu compared to him? He thought he would become a god!
Later, after awakening his martial soul, he faced reality and started cultivating diligently, hoping to one day defeat Qian Xunji and save Bibi Dong.
But as things gradually worsened, Yuan Xunlu began to reflect on himself.
That night,
he cursed himself fiercely: "Do I, Yuan Xunlu ,
think I'm a transmigrator? So arrogant! Thinking I came from another world, I look down on everyone. Other transmigrators look down on Qian Daoliu because they arrogantly believe they can become gods. But what am I, Yuan Xunlu? Qian Daoliu is at least a Limit Douluo. Without Qian Daoliu's support, you, Yuan Xunlu, would have had to absorb a ten-year-old spirit ring for your first one, you bastard! You eat with your chopsticks and then curse them! Other transmigrators look down on Qian Xunji because he's a rapist. What right do you have to look down on him?" Heh, Qian Xunji's political skills are far superior to yours. A group of elders are loyal to him. When he was alive, did you ever see anyone support you, Yuan Xunlu? So what if he forced himself on Bibi Dong back then? Those elders were probably overjoyed. Even if it meant using such dishonorable means to preserve their own talent, it's better than aiding the enemy. Our Spirit Hall isn't a philanthropist, dedicated to cultivating talent for others. As for you, Yuan Xunlu? Back then, we told you not to pursue her, and you were useless when we gave you the chance. At least we didn't kill Bibi Dong; you should be secretly grateful. Of course, you, Yuan Xunlu, can't touch Dugu Bo's Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. He lived decades longer than you, and his cultivation is higher. Why would Dugu Bo believe your antidote method? Besides, the Spirit Hall and he have always been enemies. If he believed your antidote method, would he wait for you, Yuan Xunlu, to inherit his legacy? Even if Dugu Bo dared to try the antidote method, would you, Yuan Xunlu, dare to take his poison pill as a guarantee that it would definitely cure you? You, Yuan Xunlu, aren't a medical professional. What if someone dies? What if Dugu Bo breaks the contract? Are you planning to judge the real Dugu Bo based on the fictional character? People's hearts are hidden, and you're acting like you're on another level. If you can't get it by trickery, you'll have to take it by force. But do you, Yuan Xunlu, dare to report the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to the Spirit Hall? If you give the information about the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to Qian Xunji, then it's Qian Xunji who discovered it, it's the Spirit Hall that discovered it. Everyone who has eaten the immortal herb will be indebted to Qian Xunji and the Spirit Hall. Will anyone remember you, the discoverer? What will you, Yuan Xunlu, get? A certificate? One that says: "Thank you, Mr. Qian Xunlu, for your outstanding contribution to the Spirit Hall's talent cultivation program." Do you really think the Spirit Hall and I are on good terms, working together to build a beautiful Spirit Hall?! Even close brothers keep clear accounts! Let alone half-brothers. Are you, Yuan Xunlu, really willing to be a stepping stone for a rapist? The transmigrator may look down on Tang Hao, but at least Tang Hao dared to challenge the Pope back then. Do you dare?
If you, Yuan Xunlu, really offend Qian Xunji and truly turn against him, Qian Daoliu will make you vomit up everything you've gained over the years.
You, Yuan Xunlu, look down on Tang San?
So what if he has a hypocritical facade that's annoying?
He's got all the benefits—
status,
money, and
the lofty Sea God!
You, Yuan Xunlu, can curse him a thousand times, but does the Sea God care?
He's enjoying life!
You, Yuan Xunlu, are a transmigrator,
but before you transmigrated, you were just an ordinary student
. Even after arriving on this continent, you're still just an ordinary person.
Playing politics?
Playing tricks?
Playing schemes?
Playing mind games?
Playing with luck? What are
you, Yuan Xunlu, playing with?!
If you hadn't awakened the Holy Light Dragon Martial Soul back then, if you weren't born with full soul power,
do you think Qian Xunji would have found an excuse to kill you?
Qian Daoliu doesn't care about offspring; the Angel God is his obsession. If you didn't have the Holy Light Dragon Martial Soul, weren't born with full soul power, and weren't a future Title Douluo,
you could have changed your surname to Yuan long ago;
he wouldn't even acknowledge you.
A time traveler?
Ha,
Yuan Xunlu, do you think these living, breathing people on the mainland are fools? Do
you think you, a time traveler, can just do whatever you want?
They don't bother with you; they just find your antics amusing .
Since you're not actually harming their interests, they
treat it like watching a monkey perform.
This
was Yuan Xunlu's reflection.
The worst thing for a person is to accept their fate.
Just like in his previous life, Yuan Xunlu was an ordinary person, not particularly capable, and
could never become rich.
So what if others called him useless?
Rich people wouldn't bother talking to someone like Yuan Xunlu
, a nobody. Everyone's just an ordinary person; who's superior?
Therefore, when Yuan Xunlu realized these things, he had already accepted that he wasn't the protagonist.
The mainland is so vast;
there's only one protagonist,
hundreds of others are supporting characters, and
the rest
are just background.
The protagonist isn't me, Yuan Xunlu;
I'm just an ordinary person struggling to make a living.
This is why Yuan Xunlu later liked to buy groceries at the market in Barak City—
it's down-to-earth there.
Yuan Xunlu could remind himself every day: Just
because you've lived in the city for a few days,
does that make you a nobleman?
Don't forget your roots;
you're just an ordinary person,
no different from a farmer or a blacksmith.
You think you're a Soul Master, you look down on them,
but they look down on you Soul Masters who don't do productive labor even more .
What's the difference? We're
all just ordinary people making a living under the thumb of those 'protagonists'.
"Out of hidden weapons?"
Yuan Ling'er flicked away the last few small iron needles.
"She's actually a swordsmanship grandmaster." Tang San saw a hint of grandmaster's aura in Yuan Ling'er's swordsmanship.
The arrogant Tang San didn't believe his superior hidden weapon skills could be caught by an ordinary person.
"I don't know what a swordsmanship master is. My father taught me.
He said he spent half his life researching strange things and learned a lot."
"May I ask your father?"
"Why should I tell you?" Yuan Ling'er's sweet face showed a hint of sneer. "According to my father's old, mystical sayings, it means: hidden weapons are ultimately not up to par."
Tang San's gaze turned cold, his previous admiration for the swordsmanship master turning into killing intent:
"The Tang Clan cannot be humiliated!"
"Heh, "
"I'm lactose intolerant."
Yuan Ling'er raised a branch,
and then,
with a burst of speed!
Speed is the ultimate weapon in martial arts, a fact Yuan Xunlu deeply believed when researching this 'self-created soul skill' (a more colloquial term).
The branch seemed to possess a spirit,
casting no shadow.
It is said that
the continent's number one swordsman—Sword Dao Chenxin—
could conceal his sword light with ordinary swings without using soul skills. Opponents often only felt a sharp flash before their heads were severed, and onlookers only saw a shower of red blood.
Yuan Ling'er's swordsmanship was certainly inferior to Sword Dao Chenxin's,
but
it was more than enough to deal with Tang San.
"Whoosh—"
A sharp blade grazed Tang San's neck.
Tang San seemed to recall his past life,
witnessing Tang Sect disciples kill their enemies,
the blade slicing across their necks,
blood gushing out like a fountain from the ground—
it felt
just like now.
Tang San fell to the ground, clutching his neck, looking like he was dying a wish for death.
"..." Yuan Ling'er.
What a load of rubbish! The branch had long since broken; it was just a sword aura.
However, looking at Tang San rolling on the ground, Yuan Ling'er seemed to feel a sense of clarity.
"Bang—"
With this clarity,
something within Yuan Ling'er exploded, but not in pain; instead, it felt incredibly comfortable.
She quickly looked inward and
discovered a golden, heart-like object within her.
She recognized it;
it was the semi-finished divine core she had almost completed before her rebirth.
Before her rebirth, Yuan Ling'er was a Limit Douluo, and she had learned a great deal about the level 100 godhood realm.
After all, in their era, gods were not legends, but facts,
from the Angel Saintess of the Spirit Empire to the Shrek Seven Devils ascending to the God Realm together.
Nine gods have appeared in the Douluo Continent,
so
she attempted to create
her own godhood, and condensing a divine core was key to this.
However, after her rebirth, she thought her cultivation was gone, and her own divine core should be long gone too.
But today, after defeating Tang San, her divine core actually reappeared?
This saved her from the century-long arduous task of rebuilding her divine core;
this is the foundation for her to create her own godhood.
So,
I
can become a god!