Douluo: Martial Soul Body, I’m True Master

In the wide open space, three figures held strange poses, while another figure moved between them, making careful adjustments and correcting the flaws in their movements bit by bit.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour had passed, and Xue Qinghe was the first to be unable to withstand the terrifying consumption of Qi and blood brought on by the stance training, his body swaying unsteadily.

Tang San reached out a large hand to support his waist, steadily holding him up.

A trace of unnaturalness flashed in Xue Qinghe’s eyes, and he coughed twice, changing the subject: “Why am I so exhausted when I clearly haven’t been Cultivating for long?”

Tang San hadn’t thought much about it just now; seeing Xue Qinghe about to fall, he had simply reached out to support him. Hearing his question, he replied casually: “Stance training isn’t that simple. It inherently possesses the ability to mobilize Qi and blood and strengthen the body, but this effect of mobilizing Qi and blood is passive, so you don’t perceive it clearly.

Your Qi and blood are constantly being consumed, so naturally, you will feel fatigued.”

Tang San looked at the two Titled Douluo and continued: “The two Seniors have profound cultivation. Even though you haven’t Cultivated Internal Martial Arts before, the formidable physique nourished by your immense spirit power naturally produces Qi and blood that cannot be underestimated, so it is normal for you to hold out longer than him.”

Rumble!

Xue Qinghe’s stomach suddenly let out a sound, causing the scene to fall into a brief awkwardness.

“Ahem, it’s getting late, and it’s time for lunch. Let’s head back first.”

Tang San offered him a way out.

Xue Qinghe hummed in acknowledgment, pretending to be calm, but subconsciously quickened his pace, putting distance between himself and Tang San, and walked briskly towards the direction where the Imperial Guards were stationed.

“I’ll go protect the Young Lord first. Old She, you continue practicing here.”

Snake Lance Douluo nodded, continuing to maintain the San Ti Shi stance, while Porcupinefish Douluo’s plump, round body flashed and quietly disappeared without a trace.

Two streams of light streaked across the sky, rapidly approaching the distant canyon.

A moment later, the streams of light landed in front of the canyon, revealing the figures of two old men.

The two looked almost identical, with brawny and tall builds, and an imposing Aura of fighting against heaven and earth surrounding them.

These two were none other than the Sixth Consecrated Elder of Spirit Hall, Qianjun Douluo, and the Seventh Consecrated Elder, Jiangmo Douluo.

“Brother, is the Second Consecrated Elder still inside? Should we go in and look for him?”

Jiangmo Douluo looked at the dense mist before him and asked.

“No need. Eldest Brother’s order is for us to guard Death Canyon well and prevent that beast from escaping secretly. As for the Second Consecrated Elder, he is only one step away from the limit level; that beast cannot do anything to him at all.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint golden light spread from the depths of the mist to the outside, just happening to catch the eyes of the two Consecrated Elders.

“I didn’t expect that there really is such an exaggerated Spirit Beast in this world. I originally thought it was just a legend.”

Jiangmo Douluo looked at the faint golden light in the depths of the mist and said with emotion.

“Indeed. With cultivation approaching ten thousand years, it can actually withstand a single strike from the ninety-eighth-level Second Consecrated Elder. It is simply outrageous.”

Jiangmo Douluo suddenly remembered something and asked with some confusion: “Why didn’t we let Little Xue absorb the spirit ring of this Spirit Beast last year? With cultivation also approaching ten thousand years, this Spirit Beast should theoretically be much better than that Light Unicorn, right?”

“First, the attributes do not match. This is clearly a strength-type Spirit Beast, and it has no compatibility with Little Xue’s Light, Fire, and Holy attributes. Second, the difficulty of absorption is too high.”

Qianjun Douluo looked at the earth-shattering commotion vaguely coming from the depths of Death Canyon, as well as the increasingly brilliant golden light, a trace of solemnity appearing in his eyes.

“You must know, although our Spirit Hall has records of Spirit Masters absorbing spirit rings from super Spirit Beasts like the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear and Titan Giant Ape, several of them died directly from exploding bodies because their spirit power was too violent. If it is like that absorbing those two Spirit Beasts, imagine what the consequences would be if one were to absorb the spirit ring of the beast inside?”

Jiangmo Douluo fell into deep thought. Thinking of the terrifying strength of the beast inside, he could only sigh helplessly in the end.

Roar!

An earth-shattering roar came from the depths of Death Canyon. Even as the sound wave reached the outside, it still sounded like a thunderclap.

Countless flying Spirit Beasts took to the air, and land-based Spirit Beasts also couldn’t help but flee in panic.

“The commotion is so big, I’m afraid it will trigger a small-scale beast tide. Be more careful.”

Although Qianjun Douluo said to be careful, his expression remained calm, without a trace of panic.

The details of Death Canyon had long been thoroughly investigated by Spirit Hall. Apart from the legendary Spirit Beast that had been sleeping since ancient times and was currently fighting Gold Crocodile Douluo, the maximum age of the other Spirit Beasts was only approaching one hundred thousand years, which could not pose any threat to them at all.

“Then what if a beast tide really rushes out?”

Jiangmo Douluo looked at the increasingly turbulent Death Canyon, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

“That would indeed be a problem.”

Qianjun Douluo looked at the town established by Spirit Hall behind them and quickly made a decision.

“In that case, let’s take action to intimidate them and make them stay put.”

As the words fell, a long rod exuding an ancient Aura and wrapped with a white dragon suddenly appeared in Qianjun Douluo’s hand. The first six spirit rings at his feet lit up simultaneously, and his spirit power, reaching level ninety-six, was crazily poured into his Spirit.

“Go!”

Qianjun Douluo threw his arm, and the Coiling Dragon Rod immediately expanded against the wind. Its volume swelled rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it climbed to hundreds of zhang high, and its thickness reached a size of several square meters.

An imposing Aura of fighting against heaven and earth swept out from the long rod. The giant dragon that was originally coiled around the rod body, which should now be called a giant pillar, was lifelike. It raised its head and let out a resounding dragon roar, and the rolling dragon might, centered on the sky-supporting giant pillar, spread crazily in all directions.

The thick mist that shrouded the sky over Death Canyon all year round was forcefully broken open by a huge hole under the sky-high Aura of the giant pillar. Brilliant sunlight poured down through the hole, shining into this canyon that was dark all year round.

Immediately afterward, another identical giant pillar rose suddenly, and the same dragon roar resounded through the world. Under the superposition of the dual dragon might, the deterrent power increased several times over.

Countless Spirit Beasts that were fleeing toward the periphery of Death Canyon were pressed by this terrifying dragon might. They all braked and stopped, staring dumbfounded at what they had thought was a path to survival, filled with despair.

What kind of sin had they committed today? There were two terrifying existences fighting behind them, and in front, there were two suspected giant dragons blocking the way. This luck was simply unparalleled.

In desperation, the surging torrent of Spirit Beasts could only turn around and flee horizontally, never daring to approach that only exit again.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but the huge commotion originating from inside Death Canyon gradually subsided, and the brilliant golden light no longer radiated outward.

Ten minutes later, an old man with wrinkles on his face like old tree bark walked out of the mist, humming a tune, clearly in a very good mood.

Seeing this, the two Titled Douluo, Qian Jun and Jiangmo, hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: “Greetings, Second Consecrated Elder.”

Gold Crocodile Douluo swept a glance at the two in front of him, nodded slowly, and his vigorous voice reached their ears: “I searched inside for the past few days and finally found that guy. I just fought it and have already severely injured it. It is estimated that it will take several more years to recover. Remember to watch it well and don’t let it run away.”

“We will strictly follow the Second Consecrated Elder’s instructions.”

Qian Jun and Jiangmo Douluo replied in unison.

“Alright, enough said. I’m going to Heaven Dou City to take a look, to see Little Xue and that Tang San.”

Gold Crocodile Douluo waved his hand, then his figure flickered, and within a few steps, he disappeared from the eyes of the two Titled Douluo.

The scenery around him flashed by rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he was dozens of miles away.

While on his way, Gold Crocodile Douluo looked down at the five shallow wounds on his left hand. A brilliant smile suddenly bloomed on his face, which was like old tree bark, and his low whisper dissipated into the rapidly passing scenery, unheard by anyone.

“Good fellow, what a good beast. I really don’t know who will have such luck in the future to be able to absorb you as a spirit ring.”

A neat procession slowly entered the city gate, instantly attracting the attention of many pedestrians at the city gate.

“Is this the Imperial Guards? Who is sitting in that carriage? To think they could have the Imperial Guards personally escort them.”

“It should be the First Prince. The royal emblem on the carriage can still be recognized if you look closely.”

As the gathering place for major forces, the gates of Heaven Dou City were filled with eyes and ears from all sides. The news of Xue Qinghe’s return quickly reached the desks of the heads of many forces.

Inside the study in the imperial palace, Emperor Xue Ye heard a knock on the door and said: “Enter!”

A maid walked into the study and bowed to report: “Your Majesty, the First Prince has entered the city.”

Hearing this, Emperor Xue Ye revealed a relieved smile on his aged face and waved his hand: “Good, I know. You may go down first.”

The maid bowed and retreated. Emperor Xue Ye stood up, walked slowly to the window, and looked at the scenery outside, his face full of expectation: “Qinghe, you must not disappoint me.”

In a courtyard, all kinds of flowers were blooming, competing in beauty, and the rich floral fragrance permeated the air, intoxicating people.

An elegant middle-aged man was half-hugging a beautiful woman. The woman’s belly was noticeably protruding, clearly pregnant.

“Fengzhi, is everything okay with the Sect recently?”

The woman’s dark brown long hair fell naturally to her shoulders, and she leaned gently into the middle-aged man’s arms, asking softly.

“Everything is fine. The Sect is flourishing.”

Ning Fengzhi hugged his wife’s waist, his face full of doting.

“That’s good.”

The beautiful woman rolled her eyes, suddenly changed the subject, and asked with a smile: “I heard that there was a fox girl at the auction a few days ago who was bought by you? Where is that sister? Bring her over for me to see.”

Ning Fengzhi’s expression stiffened slightly, then he revealed a smile that was awkward but polite: “You are overthinking it. It’s not what you think. I just pitied her circumstances. After buying her, I returned her freedom to her. You also know that I have always disliked this kind of human trafficking.”

The beautiful woman sat up from Ning Fengzhi’s arms and looked at her husband with a half-smile: “Really? I don’t believe it.”

Ning Fengzhi’s eyes dodged slightly, barely calming the panic in his heart, and then he looked directly at his wife with a serious face: “That is natural. How could I lie to you?”

“Then I will believe you this once.”

The beautiful woman leaned back into Ning Fengzhi’s arms and did not continue to ask. Some things are better left fuzzy. Moreover, as a Sect Master, it is obviously unrealistic for Ning Fengzhi to love only her. As long as he puts sixty percent of his heart into her, the remaining forty percent shared with those outside women is fine.

“Sect Master, the First Prince has returned to Heaven Dou City.”

The subordinate’s report outside the door finally allowed Ning Fengzhi to escape this awkwardness. He whispered to his wife in his arms: “The First Prince is back. I have to enter the palace to meet His Majesty first. Take good care of yourself.”

“It’s okay, go ahead. There are so many people in the Sect, they will definitely be able to take good care of me.”

The beautiful woman replied softly, her words full of understanding.