Douluo: Martial Soul Body, I’m True Master

“Dad, what is this token for?”

Su Yuntao took the bronze medallion from Su Haichao, curiously turning it over to examine it.

“This token is a kind of merit certificate.

You can use it to exchange for rewards at Spirit Hall.”

Su Haichao watched the departing backs of the Judgement Squad and explained the reason.

“Normally, most Evil Spirit Masters are handled by the Judgement Squad, but occasionally other Spirit Masters manage to kill one.

As long as you bring the body of an Evil Spirit Master to Spirit Hall, after verification, you can receive a token like this.”

“The tokens are divided into three Ranks based on the cultivation of the slain Evil Spirit Master.

Killing a Spirit Elder or below earns a bronze medallion; from Spirit Ancestor to Spirit Emperor, it’s a silver medallion; and if you can kill a Spirit Saint or Spirit Douluo, you get a gold medallion.”

“Rumor has it that if someone gets a gold medallion, they can directly exchange it for a ten thousand year spirit bone at Spirit Hall.”

Tang Shan took the token from Su Yuntao and examined it closely.

The token wasn’t large, about half a foot long and two inches wide, with six lifelike Spirit patterns carved on it.

They represented the Clear Sky Hammer, Seven Kill Sword, and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon of the Upper Three Sects; the Immortal Velvet Chrysanthemum and Gui Mei of Spirit Hall; and the Star Crown of the Hidden Sect.

He tossed the token up and caught it, feeling curious.

“Dad, is this token re-carved every once in a while?”

Su Haichao nodded.

“That’s right.

This token isn’t unchanging.

The patterns on it change according to the status of the powerhouses in the major factions.”

Just as I suspected.

Tang Shan had already guessed as much.

After all, while the Seven Kill Sword might be a Family Legacy Spirit, the Chrysanthemum and Gui Mei representing Spirit Hall definitely couldn’t be inherited—especially Gui Mei, who only awakened his Spirit after death.

It would be a miracle if a Spirit with such harsh birth conditions could be passed down through a Family.

This also explained why, despite being a Spirit Hall token, the Angel Martial Soul wasn’t carved on it.

Perhaps they didn’t care, or maybe they had carved it before and were now too lazy to add it back.

Furthermore, with so many Super Douluos in the Hall of Worship, only the patterns of the Chrysanthemum and Gui Mei were carved.

“Let’s continue our journey.”

Su Haichao got back onto the carriage.

Su Yuntao instructed the old driver to move forward, while Tang Shan closed his eyes, replaying the entire battle in his mind, pondering where he could optimize.

The overall coordination was fine.

I first burst out with a full-power close-quarters attack, then kicked the opponent away to create distance.

After that, Big Brother released his full-strength Self-Created Soul Skill as a follow-up, and finally, Dad used Teleportation to close in and finish it with his second Spirit Ability.

In fact, from the moment I hit that Evil Spirit Master with a headbutt, his fate was sealed.

The headbutt and uppercut provided control, the elbow strike and knee strike hit vital points, and the final kick both prevented a desperate counterattack and allowed Big Brother to transition into his attack.

Recalling the Blood Explosion Technique Qian Lei mentioned earlier, Tang Shan felt a lingering fear.

Su Yuntao’s long-range attacks were fine, and Su Haichao’s Teleportation allowed him to dodge immediately if something felt wrong, but the most dangerous part was when I was in close-quarters combat with the opponent.

“What’s the next city?”

Su Haichao asked Su Yuntao, who was sitting down.

Su Yuntao pulled out a map and looked closely.

“The next one is Tiansuo City.

It’s just a small city, no Great Spirit Arena.”

As he said this, Su Yuntao’s tone was filled with unmistakable regret.

“Don’t worry, there are plenty of cities ahead, enough for you to fight to your heart’s content, Big Brother.”

Tang Shan glanced at the cities further down the map and shook his head helplessly.

“Then we’ll resupply at Tiansuo City and keep going.”

Su Haichao made the decision, and neither Tang Shan nor Su Yuntao had any objections.

Sharp wolf claws lunged straight for his face.

Tang Shan’s expression didn’t change at all; he simply bent at the waist to dodge Su Yuntao’s attack, then raised his left leg, precisely striking Su Yuntao’s thigh.

A surge of force flowed naturally from the tip of his foot, surging into Su Yuntao’s thigh like a smooth stream of water.

“Awoo—

—”

Su Yuntao let out a cry of pain and quickly clutched his thigh, uncontrollably gasping for air.

A smile tugged at the corner of Tang Shan’s mouth.

“No matter how high your battle talent is, you’re helpless if you can’t withstand An Jin.”

Su Yuntao circulated his spirit power around his thigh for a good while before the soreness finally began to subside.

“Shan Zi, isn’t this An Jin of yours a bit too underhanded?”

As Tang Shan’s physique gradually filled out, even though he was only seven years old, he already looked like a half-grown youth.

After a series of martial arts exchanges, Su Yuntao finally changed how he addressed him, no longer calling him “Little Brother” but instead calling him “Shan Zi.”

“Big Brother, using An Jin to cause pain is just the most basic application.

You haven’t seen its truly lethal aspects yet.”

Tang Shan stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the profound and steady aura of a Grandmaster—provided one ignored his still somewhat youthful face.

Su Yuntao subconsciously rubbed his thigh, as if a faint pain still lingered.

“Shan Zi, do you think spirit power could be struck out like An Jin?”

Tang Shan shook his head in denial.

“It’s unlikely.

I thought about that at first too, but ultimately, spirit power is a form of energy, while An Jin is a type of force.

They aren’t from the same system at all.

With my current strength, I can’t fuse them together yet.”

This was indeed the case.

Tang Shan had tried to merge the two before, but as he said, An Jin was essentially a technique, not a physical energy.

Achieving the same effect as An Jin with spirit power was quite difficult.

“That’s a pity then.”

Su Yuntao lamented for a moment, then immediately challenged Tang Shan again.

During this time, they passed through several more cities, but unfortunately none were large.

Only one had a Great Spirit Arena.

Bored out of his mind, Su Yuntao dragged Tang Shan into sparring sessions almost every day.

Facing Su Yuntao’s invitation, Tang Shan naturally wouldn’t refuse, especially since he discovered that his tendons, which were supposed to take several more days to temper, had reached complete Perfection after the battle with the Evil Spirit Master.

Now, he welcomed every fight.

He had wondered before.

Logically, using the blood and Qi control of the Seeing God Rank to temper his body, the speed should have already reached its limit.

How could it have suddenly finished?

Later, through repeated sparring with Su Yuntao, Tang Shan gradually figured it out.

The phrase “blood boiling” usually meant nothing to a Seeing God Martial Artist, as they could already precisely control every bit of their blood and Qi, and their mental state was as steady as a god or demon, making it rare for them to enter such a state.

But Tang Shan was different.

He could only be considered a “Pseudo-Seeing God” Martial Artist.

His control over blood and Qi wasn’t at 100% yet, so he would still enter a state of boiling blood during battle.

With the blood flow speed increased, combined with his Seeing God level control, the tempering speed naturally became much faster.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

His bluish-black arms, like iron-cast pillars, swept toward Su Yuntao.

Su Yuntao had long since entered his Spirit Fusion state, his perception heightened to the limit and his control over strength improved.

Facing Tang Shan’s continuous heavy punches that felt like a pile driver, he pushed his reaction speed to the max, his hands crossing rapidly to form barriers, desperately blocking Tang Shan’s fists.

Tang Shan’s fists contained immense power.

After taking only two or three punches, Su Yuntao felt his palms go numb.

“Big Brother, Ming Jin isn’t just for attacking; it can be used for defense as well.”

Seeing Su Yuntao clearly at a disadvantage, Tang Shan couldn’t help but offer a reminder.

Su Yuntao took a deep breath, circulating spirit power into his hands while activating Ming Jin.

His bones let out a series of crackling sounds.

Su Yuntao also threw his palms forward, clashing head-on with Tang Shan.

This way, the numbness in his hands finally eased slightly.

Ten moves, a hundred moves————

The repeated head-on clashes consumed an enormous amount of physical strength, but neither said a word, their expressions solemn as they controlled their bodies to throw punches and palms.

Billowing heat radiated from their bodies.

By now, their skin had turned bright red, and it wasn’t hard to imagine the staggering amount of heat contained within.

Su Yuntao was the first to falter.

After all, he didn’t possess a Body Martial Soul.

Even as a Spirit Grandmaster, his Spirit’s physical enhancement couldn’t compare to Tang Shan’s Body Martial Soul.

He suddenly retreated, exhaling a long breath.

A white line of vapor shot from his mouth, his pores opened fully, and sweat instantly soaked his clothes.

Seeing Su Yuntao take the initiative to stop and admit defeat, Tang Shan didn’t rest immediately.

Instead, he slowly performed a set of punches to gradually calm the surging blood and Qi in his body.

Once his skin returned to its normal color, he relaxed his control over his pores, allowing the sweat to slowly seep out.

Compared to Su Yuntao, Tang Shan sweated much less.

After all, losing a large amount of sweat leads to a loss of essence and Qi, which not only causes a decline in overall status but also significantly weakens immunity.

He tried to control his perspiration, excreting mainly metabolic waste.

Each took out water from their storage spirit tools for a quick rinse, changed into clean clothes, and ran toward the nearby carriage.

“Are you two finished practicing?”

Su Haichao was sitting cross-legged on the ground, reading a book intently.

Seeing the two return, he looked up and asked.

“Yeah, that was a great fight!”

Recalling the exchange of punches with Tang Shan, Su Yuntao’s face was full of excitement.

Although his physical strength and spirit power were nearly exhausted, he could clearly feel that his understanding of Ming Jin had deepened by another level.

This feeling was simply wonderful.

Tang Shan picked up a skewer of roasting Spirit Beast meat, blew on it to cool it down, and took a large bite.

While chewing, he asked indistinctly, “After we pass the city tomorrow, the next stop will be Heaven Dou City, right?”

Su Haichao nodded.

“Tomorrow we’ll arrive at Iron Wall City.

That name isn’t just for show; it’s considered an impregnable fortress in front of Heaven Dou City.

In terms of both economy and military strength, it Ranks among the top cities in the Heaven Dou Empire.”

“So, that place has a Great Spirit Arena too, right?”

Su Yuntao’s eyes instantly burned with passion, and his bones let out a crisp pop.

Tang Shan felt a bit helpless.

Ever since visiting the Great Spirit Arena, his big brother seemed to have awakened some formidable trait—he was a total battle maniac, burning with intense Battle Intent.

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