Douluo: Martial Soul Body, I’m True Master

If it weren’t for confirming that he couldn’t afford to provoke the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Poison Douluo Dugu Bo definitely would have gone to release poison at their Family after leaving here. The reputation of Poison Douluo wasn’t just blown out, but rather piled up with the corpses of one wiped-out faction after another.

Other Titled Douluos might not be able to kill everyone in a faction, but at the very least they could kill the strongest member of a faction; whereas for Dugu Bo, it was perhaps that he couldn’t kill the strongest member of a faction, but he could slaughter that faction until only the strongest member was left.

Yu Tianheng’s words directly struck Dugu Bo’s sore spot. When other Titled Douluos bantered with him, he could barely endure it—after all, he really couldn’t beat them. But he never expected that one day, he would actually be bantered by a junior. Even though he clearly knew the other party wasn’t actually referring to him, Dugu Bo still felt extremely unhappy.

On the other side, Tang Shan did not get angry because of Yu Tianheng’s insolence. After all, the other party was just a child under eight years old, while in terms of real age, Tang Shan was already approaching thirty. If he were still petty with a child, wouldn’t that just fulfill that saying—first drag you to the same level, and then defeat you with rich combat experience.

Looking at Yu Tianheng, whose eyes were filled with defiance, the corner of Tang Shan’s mouth twitched slightly. He always felt that Yu Tianheng had been deeply “poisoned” by Yu Xiaogang, carrying an inexplicable arrogance about him, confident for no reason at all.

“So speaking, your meaning is that support system Soul Masters are also trash, huh?”

Tang Shan didn’t speak. Miss Angel, who had been provoked into a fury at the side, launched a counterattack. As soon as she opened her mouth, it was a royal flush, directly pointing out the major landmine in the other party’s words.

Yu Tianheng was impulsive, but not brainless. Well, alright, it was pretty close.

Given a hint by Xue Qinghe, he immediately realized how huge of a hidden danger his words just now had planted for himself. Instinctively, he was about to explain, and subconsciously looked toward School Master Ning: “School Master Ning, I didn’t mean that, I——”

After all, he was just a child. His body developed a bit faster, but that didn’t mean the development of his psychological age could keep up with his physical growth. Yu Tianheng organized his words for half a day, yet stubbornly couldn’t squeeze a sound out.

Ning Fengzhi’s face still carried a spring-breeze-like smile. It had to be said that in this aspect, he truly shared a common language with Xue Qinghe—one was like a spring breeze, and the other was scholarly and gentle, making it difficult to arouse hostility from others.

He didn’t look at Yu Tianheng, but instead looked at Elder Yu Xuancang: “Elder Yu, purely outstanding talent is not a good heir. After all, if one only has strength without a brain, it is very easy to provoke some troubles that shouldn’t be provoked for one’s own faction.”

From beginning to end, Ning Fengzhi basically didn’t mention any names, but any normal person could tell that he was practically about to paste the four large characters “brainless” right onto Yu Tianheng’s head.

“School Master Ning, the junior was reckless, please forgive me, please forgive me.”

Yu Xuancang forced a smile, having to forcibly endure Ning Fengzhi’s sarcasm.

Putting aside the huge gap in their identities, from the bottom of his heart, he also thought that Yu Tianheng had quite a few problems on him.

If there were only one exceptionally talented successor, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would just pinch their noses and nurture him. But who asked there to be another Yu Tianxin this time? Since there was a substitute, then some things that would affect a Soul Master’s future cultivation mindset weren’t completely out of the question to do.

“Tianheng, pay your respects to everyone present, and apologize for your insolence just now.”

Yu Xuancang’s expression was solemn, and his voice was cold and stern. How old-fox-like was he; he keenly noticed that Yu Tianheng’s words just now had also affected Dugu Bo, yet it wouldn’t do to specifically single out Ning Fengzhi and Dugu Bo, so he simply directly had Yu Tianheng apologize as a whole.

Wonderful, truly wonderful! Tang Shan sat on the side eating melon to his heart’s content. What was called reaping what you sow? Even he, the “first victim,” hadn’t counterattacked yet, but Yu Tianheng had played himself into ruin just because his words had too wide of a fallout range. To be able to reach this step, one had to say he was truly a talent.

In reality, given Ning Fengzhi’s past composure, facing a junior’s reckless remarks, he wouldn’t have taken it to heart. However, Yu Tianheng’s attack range was too wide; what he cursed wasn’t just him alone, but basically covered the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Later, this true situation was pointed out by Xue Qinghe, so he had to display his own attitude.

“Seniors, since someone questions the strength of the Body Martial Soul, why not demonstrate it on the spot. This can also verify whether the Body Martial Soul is truly a trash martial soul or not.”

Tang Shan spoke up at the right moment, temporarily stopping the apologizing behavior that a certain child was about to start. Of course, he couldn’t be sure either whether this Yu Tianheng, who was suspected of being deeply influenced by Yu Xiaogang, would actually apologize or not.

Tang Shan’s speaking out was also after careful thought. The cause of this conflict mainly lay between him and Yu Tianheng; neither of the two could escape it. Once this gathering ended and everyone present went back to ponder over it, even if they knew Yu Tianheng bore the vast majority or even all of the responsibility, they would inevitably think: Could it be that you, Tang Shan, don’t have any problem at all?

As long as his strength, or rather talent, wasn’t displayed for a day, this kind of special thought of theirs would never disappear. This instinctive sense of suspicion might not bring obstacles to Xue Qinghe inheriting the Crown Prince position, but after all, it was still a troublesome matter. Rather than not knowing when the landmine would detonate, it was better for him, Tang Shan, to actively detonate it. When the time came and strength was displayed, any further problems would have completely nothing to do with him, Tang Shan.

Furthermore, demonstrating his own strength in front of the Heaven Dou Empire and some neutral factions to win their investment might even allow him to dig out some good things from their hands. Spirit Hall could even have an original-work-unrecorded Tai Tan External Soul Bone, so it was really hard to say what good things the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, or even the Heaven Dou Empire could have.

Moreover, battling Yu Tianheng had another benefit: earlier Xue Qinghe said that Ning Fengzhi and Emperor Xue Ye might have a test for him. Although he didn’t know what the test specifically was, what was more convincing than challenging and defeating a standard Genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Family? The persuasiveness of other tests might be insufficient, but as long as he defeated Yu Tianheng, this gold content was definitely top-notch.

Seeing Tang Shan speak up to give itself a way out, Yu Tianheng, who was already unconvinced, naturally wouldn’t be polite and directly stepped down. However, he didn’t remember Tang Shan’s kindness, instead saying directly: “That’s right, demonstrate it on the spot, and whether one has talent or not will be clear at a glance. Right, Tang Shan, you are an attack system, right?”

Hearing Yu Tianheng’s precautionary follow-up question, Tang Shan smiled and nodded. In reality, he didn’t care what system he actually belonged to. In his view, Douluo Continent’s system was an overall cultivation centered around the Martial Soul, with the core being elevating Soul Power and strengthening the Martial Soul, rather than forcibly restricting oneself within a rigid system. However, to satisfy Yu Tianheng’s “desire to take a beating,” it wasn’t impossible for him to temporarily act as an attack system for once.

“Very well, fight a match with me. If you can support yourself in my hands for the time it takes an incense stick to burn without being defeated, I will recognize you as a Genius, sufficient to enjoy the same resource treatment as me and Dugu Yan.”

Dugu Yan, sitting beside Tang Shan, opened her purple eyes and curiously sized up Tang Shan. She was somewhat puzzled: why could he remain so calm in the face of Yu Tianheng’s provocation? If it were changed to her, she would have already started fighting long ago.

Thinking as she went, hearing Yu Tianheng incidentally dragging her along when issuing the challenge, Dugu Yan couldn’t help frowning. She hadn’t objected to Tang Shan enjoying the same treatment as her, but what was up with this Yu Tianheng? The two of them were meeting for the very first time, yet what he said made it sound like they were very familiar, simply inexplicable.

Developing to this step, Emperor Xue Ye, Ning Fengzhi, Dugu Bo, and others present didn’t stop them either, instead unanimously gathering their gazes onto Tang Shan. They were likewise curious just how strong of a might a Body Martial Soul could burst forth with.

“Tang Shan, are you willing to accept Yu Tianheng’s challenge?”

Emperor Xue Ye, who barely had some connection with Tang Shan, opened his mouth to ask. His meaning was very clear: agree and accept, disagree and refuse, and he would cover him.

“Your Majesty, I agree.”

Tang Shan cupped his fists in agreement.

Emperor Xue Ye: “Very well, you two can have a match right here. Don’t worry about the damage to the imperial garden; when the time comes, I’ll just have people renovate it again.”

Since Emperor Xue Ye had already said so, Tang Shan no longer hesitated, standing up and walking onto a patch of grass outside the pavilion. Yu Tianheng wasn’t polite either, standing opposite Tang Shan with an arrogant expression, and then took out a thin stick of incense from his spirit tool, snapped his fingers at the head of the incense, a brilliant flash of electric light vanished in a flash, and curling wisps of blue smoke drifted away slowly.

No way, bro, are you really doing this? This incense is truly of no use. Looking at Yu Tianheng’s practiced movements, Tang Shan seriously suspected that the other party probably didn’t do this kind of thing a little.

“Yu Tianheng, Martial Soul Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, level twenty-four attack system battle Soul Master.”

Facing Douluo Continent’s unique combat etiquette, Tang Shan’s reply was quite perfunctory: “Tang Shan, level twenty-three, Martial Soul: True Self.”

Facing Tang Shan’s perfunctory response, Yu Tianheng, who had entered a combat state, didn’t mind. He inserted the burning thin incense into the soil in the flower bed, and then without hesitation activated his Martial Soul.

Blue-purple thunder surged out from all around his body, intertwining into a fine power grid that sizzled and crackled, every trace of electric arc carrying a sharp hum that tore through the air. Rhomboid dragon scales spread from his neck down to his limbs, the edges of the scales gleaming with a metallic cold light, shimmering with a dark purple luster under the reflection of the electric light; his shoulder and back muscles suddenly bulged, his bones emitted popping sounds, his physique forcibly grew half a foot taller, and his outline became increasingly robust and upright, filled with the unique explosive power of dragon-type beings.

A faint golden prototype of dragon horns vaguely surfaced between his brows, his dual pupils completely transforming into vertical slits, and within the amber pupils, violent thunder intent surged. An intangible dragon might spread out like a substance, making the surrounding air grow several parts stagnant.

Under his feet, one yellow and one purple Soul Rings slowly rose. The deep purple light of the thousand-year spirit ring was exceptionally brilliant, complementing the blue lightning on his body surface, rhythmically pulsing up and down.

millennium second spirit ring! Compared to his original-work appearance configuration of two yellows and one purple, in this timeline altered by Tang Shan, Yu Tianheng had impressively achieved a millennium second spirit ring.

A wave churned within Tang Shan’s heart; this was the first time he so vividly felt his own rewriting of the original trajectory.

Yu Tianheng’s original development had undergone such a significant deviation due to his arrival, just like a pebble cast into the surface of a lake; beneath the spreading ripples, who knew how many unknown changes it would still trigger.

This not only made him feel the wonder of the butterfly effect, but also added a few more parts of anticipation for the path of the future.