Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 201 A Hundred-Year-Old Soul Bone
"Ten years in Guzhu?"

"A soul bone can drop from a ten-year-old Guzhu? I'm telling you in the name of a master from Douluo Continent, it's impossible! There are no ten-year-old soul bones in this world!"

"Besides, what use do you have for a ten-year-old soul bone? Are you just making fun of me?"

Yu Xiaogang repeatedly asked questions in return.

I understand the theory myself and I won't be misled by others. Han Tao actually tried to deceive me. How ridiculous!

Han Tao smiled, having already devised an explanation:

"I recently took on a disciple, but he can't cultivate because he lacks soul power. So I was thinking of fitting him with a soul bone to see if it would have any effect!"

"As for whether a ten-year-old soul beast can drop a soul bone, that's none of your concern."

"Whether it falls or not, I will keep my promise."

The master inwardly scoffed, "Accepting disciples without soul power?"

"How laughable! When it comes to taking on disciples, you should learn from me. If you're going to take on disciples, you should take on geniuses with innate full soul power!"

"Only by nurturing geniuses into geniuses can I prove the value of my theoretical mastery. If I turn trash into trash, who will pay attention to you?"

As for why Han Tao chose the Ten-Year Lonely Bamboo Soul Beast?

"Absorbing soul bones doesn't require considering physical strength. Even a six-year-old child who has just awakened can properly absorb a soul bone that is ten thousand years old!"

This is a theory I'm very proud of; it's not something just anyone can know.

Clearly, Han Tao was unaware of this.

That's why he chose a ten-year-old soul beast, taking a gamble on a one in ten thousand chance.

"Hmph!" The master's face was arrogant.

Theoretically superior, they suddenly felt superior, and even looked at the sunlight outside the window with disdain.

He straightened his clothes, struck a rather proper pose, and said calmly, "Okay!"

He pushed open the door and patted Tang San on the shoulder:

"Tang San, next, according to the investors' needs, we need to follow Han Tao to hunt down a number of soul beasts."

Han Tao added, "Let's make this clear beforehand: if any soul bones fall, they can be mine; you can't touch them!"

"Damn it!" Tang San said angrily.

After all, Tang San is the protagonist of this world, a character with great fortune. If he were to hunt down Guzhu, he might actually obtain a soul bone.

After all, he could even encounter a thousand-year-old bamboo, so it's not impossible that he lost a ten-year-old soul bone.
"Han Tao, can't you hunt it yourself? Why do you need to find Tang San?" Zhu Zhuqing asked with a hint of curiosity.

Normally, Soul Masters only ask others to help them hunt Soul Beasts because they can't defeat them themselves.

Han Tao's unusual request is quite rare, but since he is the client, it seems perfectly normal.

"Let's go!" Ignoring her question, Han Tao instructed Yu Xiaogang.

Grandmaster took Tang San's hand and followed behind Han Tao towards the Star Dou Great Forest.

"What kind of trouble have you been up to lately?" Sword Douluo asked, slightly puzzled.

Han Tao shushed him, his voice very soft: "I'll explain after this is over."

Although he was curious, he restrained himself.

Han Tao took out the map and followed the route to the location marked by Ning Tian.

"This is the place. Let's begin."

He took out a knife from the soul tool and handed it to Tang San.

"Indiscriminately slaughtering innocent soul beasts—that's typical of an evil soul master!"

"And you even pretend to be so morally superior, making me kill soul beasts for you—such a sin can't redeem your soul!"

Tang San spat in disgust.

Clearly, he had forgotten the brutal killing of the mother and cub of the Azure Phosphorous Serpent.

"Tang San!"

The master kept admonishing his disciple along the way, trying to dispel his concerns, all because of the "letter of recommendation" promised by Han Tao.

“Master, I know.” Tang San nodded in agreement.

Then he took the sharp blade and slashed down at Shi Nian Guzhu.

A milky-white spirit ring emerged from Gu Zhu's corpse, quite beautiful, like a piece of white jade.

Han Tao didn't care about Tang San's accusations. "As for sins? How dare you accuse others?"

Upon approaching and examining the area around Gu Zhu's body, the outcome was as expected:

"no!"

"Haha, just as I expected!" Yu Xiaogang's expression was filled with confidence and arrogance as he whispered a warning to Tang San: "Ten-year-old soul beasts won't drop soul bones, Tang San, you must remember that."

Tang San nodded to himself. Han Tao's hearing was astonishing; he could clearly hear the master's soft voice, but there was no need to dwell on it at the moment.

For Han Tao, self-interest is his fundamental guiding principle.

"Let's go, next!"

After saying that, he took out the map again.

Leading Sword Douluo and the Shrek Academy group, they arrived at a new location.

"Ning Tian really put his heart into it," I couldn't help but sigh.

The map's markings were exceptionally clear, clearly showing that Ning Tian had put in a lot of effort.

It seems I need to treat him better from now on.
"Sin."

Tang San held the blade, its sharp edge cutting through the 17-year-old Guzhu.

The ending was as expected:

"No, next one!"

"No, next one!"

"No, next one!"

Soul bones are extremely rare.

The idea of ​​losing a ten-year-old soul bone is rather absurd.

"Perhaps a ten-year-old soul bone doesn't exist in this world?"

"Is Tang San just having bad luck?"

Han Tao is also questioning whether his decision was correct.
Fortunately, even if mistakes are made, the costs are acceptable.

"Half a day, more than thirty bamboo stalks, and nothing to show for it."

Yu Xiaogang's resolve hardened, his pride overflowing: "Just you wait and see."

"I've said it before, a ten-year-old soul beast can't possibly drop a soul bone!"

"Don't waste your time on your disciple. There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. He's obviously a useless one!"

Tang San nodded repeatedly.

Yu Xiaogang is right, the master is right, there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters!

"Alright!" Han Tao's eyes were deep, his fingers clenched tightly.

"Could it be because I'm right next to you?"

"Luck determines who owns the soul bone, so even if Tang San kills it, the soul bone won't drop?"

I should leave this place.

With that thought in mind, Han Tao said to the two of them, "The agreement has been reached, I'll be leaving now."

After speaking, ignoring the gazes of Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, Han Tao led the Sword Douluo away from the Star Dou Great Forest.

"Hehehe!"

The two men's taunts continued unabated.

With a pleasant mood and a satisfied smile, we left the Starry Sky Forest.

However, on their way back, they encountered another Guzhu Soul Beast.

"Are there still some who slipped through the net?" Tang San snorted.

The butcher's knife swept across the beast with a casual stroke; after all, it was an evil soul beast, and it would be an injustice not to kill it.

In 99, Guzhu was at a crucial stage, preparing to break through to the next century.
Growing from 10 to 99 years consumes a portion of the bamboo's innate power. At the breakthrough of 100 years, all remaining innate power is concentrated here, completing the breakthrough of the boundaries between heaven and earth.
Killing a soul beast that has broken through to the next stage makes it easier for it to drop a soul bone, as its power is more concentrated.
Luck, at just the right time, played a crucial role.

"Soul bone?"

"There really is a ten-year-old soul bone?"

"No, the power has already been fully condensed. Although the soul bone's lifespan is only 99 years, according to the classification of soul bones, this belongs to the category of a hundred-year soul bone."

Where Gu Zhu's body lay, a pure white left arm bone had fallen out, as pristine and noble as a dazzling firework.

"My theory is correct!"

"A ten-year-old soul beast cannot possibly drop a soul bone!" Yu Xiaogang testified to Tang San with a pale face.

(Ten-year soul bones are practically nonexistent, and hundred-year soul bones are extremely rare, so two conditions are limited: Tang San's luck and the soul beast's breakthrough to a critical stage.)
Staring at the soul bone on the ground for a long time, Tang San felt a surge of greed: "This soul bone wasn't in Han Tao's plan, so can we take it?"

“Yes, that’s definitely possible!” Yu Xiaogang changed the subject.

But what he couldn't see was a small "blue silver grass seed" hidden in the cuff of his clothes.

(End of this chapter)