Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 762 Leaving
"All right."

When Lan Fuzi reopened her eyes, her clear gaze was as calm as the deep sea. Although the soul power fluctuations surrounding her body had not fully recovered to their peak, they had regained their former sharpness.

She circulated her soul power, feeling her cultivation level recover to about 70-80%. Only her spiritual sea still retained a faint tremor, as if telling the story of the danger of being poisoned and falling into a coma.

Her gaze fell on Nan Fusheng, who was sitting cross-legged not far away, and a complex emotion flickered in her eyes. This man was her savior, but also the one who had brought her shame and humiliation.

Elbow strike, staring at her naked, slapping her, and trampling on her dignity, forcing her to bow her head—each and every one of these acts pierced her heart like a sharp thorn.

She couldn't swallow her anger without giving this "bastard" a good beating.

A fierce battle raged between inner impulse and reason. Lan Fuzi clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white as she weighed the pros and cons in her mind.

Nan Fusheng did indeed embarrass her greatly, but it is undeniable that if he hadn't come to her rescue, she would have already died from the deadly poison of the Nightmare Man-Eating Flower.

The debt of being saved was a heavy burden. After much deliberation, she slowly loosened her fist, forcibly suppressing the thought of repaying kindness with enmity.

As if sensing something, Nan Fusheng stood up nimbly and said calmly, "Since you have recovered, then farewell." Before he finished speaking, he strode away with the golden-haired mastiff.

He had helped Lan Fuzi purely out of fun, but now that the other party had recovered, he naturally wanted to continue his collecting endeavors.

As Lan Fuzi watched his figure recede into the distance, she inexplicably called out, "Hey, what's your name?"

"Nan Fusheng." The brief reply drifted on the wind, yet it stirred ripples in Lan Fuzi's heart.

"Nan Fusheng..." she murmured the name, a fleeting, enigmatic emotion flashing in her eyes. Then, she raised her voice and shouted loudly at the retreating figure:

"My name is Lan Fuzi. Consider this a favor I owe you. If you ever need anything in the future, you can come to me for help. Of course, if we meet again in the elimination rounds, I won't hold back."

"I understand." Nan Fusheng waved to her without turning his head, a smile playing on his lips.

Lan Fuzi may seem ruthless, but he is actually simple-minded. His ability to readily accept favors after being humiliated surprised Lan Fuzi.

……

"boom--"

With a deafening roar, a violent thunderbolt, as if divine punishment, descended from the sky, illuminating the entire heavens with dazzling lightning.

"Roar--"

The ice dragon spread its wings and roared to the sky, facing the lightning that seemed like a divine punishment.

The forces of lightning and ice collided violently in mid-air, and in an instant, a terrifying energy storm swept around.

Centered on the battleground, the ground within a kilometer radius trembled violently, as if pressed down by an invisible giant hand, even caved in slightly. The billowing dust blotted out the sun, and the powerful shockwaves overturned all the surrounding trees, creating a scene reminiscent of the apocalypse.

Amidst the aftermath of this earth-shattering battle, a sudden cry of "Gagaga, my son, my son!" broke the tense atmosphere.

A large white goose flapped its wings, its posture leisurely and carefree, seemingly utterly unafraid of the terrifying energy storm. It cried out triumphantly, flapped its wings and flew into the distance, disappearing into the depths of the forest in the blink of an eye.

As the ice gradually dissipated, Tang Wulin appeared in the center of the battlefield. Her chest heaved violently, and her rapid breathing was particularly clear in the quiet air.

Looking down at her tattered clothes, the torn fabric and exposed wounds made her want to cry. "Hiss~ That dead goose!"

The battle with the white goose far exceeded her expectations. She thought that with her own strength, dealing with a goose would be a piece of cake, but who could have imagined that the white goose's body was incredibly hard, and each peck carried immense force.

What troubled her even more was that it had extraordinary resistance to elemental attacks. Her all-out attacks seemed to sink without a trace, having little effect.

"Hiss~" Tang Wulin gasped, a tear involuntarily welling up in his eye.

During the battle, she was pecked several times by the white goose. The pain was not like the excruciating pain of her meridians being torn apart when the Golden Dragon King's seal was broken, but a pain that was extremely precise.

The pain seemed to be carefully controlled, just reaching the limit of pain that the human body can endure, but without crossing the critical point, making people suffer in agony, yet unable to lose consciousness and escape.

Under such intense stimulation, the lacrimal glands react instinctively, and tears flow uncontrollably.

"You damn goose, if I run into you again, I'll make you pay." Tang Wulin lightly patted his chest with his right hand, looking at the red mark left by the bite, and said through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, Tang Wulin's expression froze, and a green-gold ancient tree pattern suddenly appeared on her forehead.

"Is the seed of life guiding me?"

After hesitating for a moment, Tang Wulin decided to follow the guidance of the Seed of Life and head deeper into the Ten Thousand Beasts Platform.

……

"Ghost Eye King Flower, Green Wood Dragon Tree, Nightmare Withered Vine, there are quite a few good things in this Ten Thousand Beast Platform."

Nan Fusheng walked through the forest, taking stock of his gains, the vast majority of which were plant-type soul beasts.

For him, the Ten Thousand Beasts Platform had little effect on the spiritual ascension of his soul. The only thing that could interest him was probably the rare soul beasts here.

"Om-"

Suddenly, a soft white light began to shine from Nan Fusheng's body, and subtle spatial fluctuations also appeared.

"Is it time?"

Looking at the white light surrounding him, Nan Fusheng's eyes revealed a hint of realization. That makes sense; the Spirit Pagoda couldn't possibly allow a Soul Master to stay in the Beast Arena indefinitely, especially since the Martial Arts Tournament was still ongoing.

"Can I only stay here for twelve hours?"

Nan Fusheng roughly estimated the time and understood the Spirit Pagoda's plan. The timing was excellent, allowing Soul Masters to experience the benefits of the Beast Platform without delaying the registration for the following six days of the competition.

Of course, those "unlucky ones" who were attacked by high-level soul beasts as soon as they entered and were unfortunately teleported out of the game were not included in this carefully designed time frame.

"Ow—"

The deep, resonant growl of the golden lion-mastiff interrupted his thoughts. This beast, comparable in size to a giant, affectionately nuzzled its massive head against Nan Fusheng's shoulder, its amber vertical pupils gleaming with reluctance. Nan Fusheng gently stroked its golden mane and teased, "Looks like I have to go. If we meet again, I'll introduce you to someone."

It must be said that the golden-haired lion-mastiff played a crucial role in the smooth operation of the Ten Thousand Beasts Platform. Its presence at least saved Nan Fusheng from many unnecessary battles.

"Awooo—" The golden-haired lion seemed to understand his teasing and barked excitedly a few more times, the sound echoing through the forest.

"Goodbye." As the last ray of white light dissipated, Nan Fusheng's figure gradually became transparent and finally disappeared from the spot.

Only the golden mastiff remained standing there, gazing in the direction he had left, letting out a few low whimpers.

Meanwhile, fierce battles were unfolding in other areas of the Beast Platform. Soul Masters were unleashing their unique skills, engaging in a life-or-death struggle with the Soul Beasts.

The roar of energy resounded through the sky, and various soul skills intertwined to create a dazzling display of light and shadow: someone unleashed "Crescent Moon Sky Slash," and a silver blade of light tore through the air;
Someone threw out a "Rasengan," and the spinning energy ball destroyed everything in its path;
"Wind Piercing Thrust" transformed into countless streaks of azure light; "Raging Waterfall Strike" unleashed towering waves; and someone even unleashed the bizarre "Uchiha Slam," slamming the enormous soul beast violently into the ground.

Various soul skills intertwined to form a dazzling net of light, and the aftershocks of energy shook this secret realm, which simulated the ecology of the Star Dou Great Forest, like an earthquake.

The ancient giant tree trembled violently from the impact, and the ground cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, as if even this man-made world was trembling with the passionate battle of the Soul Masters.

……

With a flash of light, Nan Fusheng appeared at the entrance of the Ten Thousand Beasts Platform.

A staff member immediately came up and said, "This contestant, based on the time you spent inside, you have achieved a perfect score in this round. You can continue to participate in the subsequent assessments."

The subsequent ninth and tenth levels are less like challenges and more like tests of comprehensive qualities, examining the Soul Master's cultural background and breadth of knowledge.

Compared to the Ten Thousand Beasts Platform, it feels more like it was just to reach the number ten, and doesn't really have any practical significance.

Nan Fusheng answered some questions casually, received two sixes, and that was the end of it.

Total score: 83 points.

The electronic cards were scanned, and those with scores exceeding sixty were numbered and registered, awaiting the draw results. After six days, once all assessments are completed, they can directly participate in the knockout stage of the competition.

"Dudu-"

At this moment, the communication soul tool in Nan Fusheng's hand lit up. It was a message from Fors: "Six days from now, the Spirit Tower will be holding a gathering, inviting members of the War God Temple and the Federal Council to attend. Remember to attend."

"What a turbulent time!" Nan Fusheng sighed, then walked towards the branch tower of the Spirit Transmission Tower in Mingdu.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Nan Fusheng turned his gaze to the east gate of Mingdu, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Dark Blood Demon? Why would that guy come to Mingdu to join the fun?"

Back in the Douling Continent, Nan Fusheng had acquired a blood servant abandoned by the Dark Blood Demon, so he was quite sensitive to the other party's aura.

(PS: Please see Chapter 621: The Underground Research Institute for details.)
"Things are getting more and more interesting."

……

As the martial arts tournament for marriage progresses steadily, the Beast Arena, as the core training ground, is gradually revealing its astonishing influence.

In strict timekeeping statistics, the trial time of the eighth level far exceeded that of the other levels, and all the Soul Masters who emerged from this mysterious plane were shocked by the transformation they had undergone.

Depending on the length of time each Soul Master stayed at the Beast Platform, their souls underwent varying degrees of evolution.

What is particularly noteworthy is that those low-level soul spirits who were originally weaker have achieved a leapfrog improvement under the nourishment of the unique laws of the Beast Platform.

Within just a few days, the Soul Master world was in an uproar: more than a hundred Soul Masters witnessed the qualitative change from Yellow-level Soul Spirits to Purple-level Soul Spirits.

This phenomenon not only broke the traditional slow pattern of soul spirit advancement, but also gave countless soul masters unprecedented hope.

The Spirit Pagoda acted at the opportune moment, officially unveiling the mysterious veil of the Myriad Beasts Platform amidst the uproar of public opinion—"The Myriad Beasts Platform, a plane of the laws of souls!"

The official statement was resounding, declaring that the establishment of this man-made secret realm was intended to recreate the prosperous ecology of the ancient soul beast world and cultivate higher-quality soul spirit resources for soul masters.

Even more noteworthy is that the Spirit Pagoda revealed that its proud artificial ten-thousand-year soul technology was developed based on the power of the laws of the Myriad Beast Platform.

The second phase of development of the Beast Platform is now complete, and the effects of the enhancement laws within the plane are quite significant. The longer one stays inside, the more one's soul will evolve.

Most importantly, there's no upper limit!
This means that, if conditions permit, a Soul Master may even be able to cultivate their Soul Spirit to the level of 100,000 years.

This news was like a bombshell, exploding in the world of Soul Masters: for those seasoned powerhouses who were stuck at the bottleneck of cultivation, the evolution of the Soul Spirit was very likely to become the key to breaking through the shackles, and countless people rekindled their passion for cultivation as a result.

In an instant, the name "Ten Thousand Beasts Platform" became the focus of worldwide attention.

However, while extending an "olive branch," the Spirit Pagoda also skillfully guided public opinion.

Official statements have been released one after another, detailing the enormous resources required to maintain the operation of the Beast Platform—from the continuous supply of rare and precious natural treasures to the stable injection of massive amounts of energy. Every piece of data emphasizes the difficulty of its operation.

Therefore, the Spirit Pagoda naturally announced that the Beast Platform would adopt a "limited opening" strategy: the first opening of the platform through the martial arts tournament had already consumed astronomical amounts of resources, and its future operation would have to be maintained through targeted cooperation and resource exchange.

These measures not only whetted the appetite of the Soul Master community but also laid the groundwork for future commercial operations.

At the same time, the Spirit Pagoda also used the Ten Thousand Beasts Platform, a powerful weapon, to completely suppress the Tang Clan and its followers in terms of public opinion.

This meticulously planned martial arts contest to find a husband has now revealed its deeper strategic intent:
Faced with the enormous profits offered by the Beast Platform, the voices that had once questioned the Spirit Pagoda quickly dissipated, replaced by a keen interest in resource allocation.

Within the council, hawkish members of parliament who supported the Spirit Pagoda seized this opportunity to launch a fierce offensive against the dovish forces, further consolidating the Spirit Pagoda's influence in the Soul Master world.

Amidst this tide of the times, the martial arts contest for marriage successfully entered the elimination rounds.

After the preliminary rounds, less than half of the participants scored above 60; the vast majority were eliminated during the final assessment. After all, the assessment is a comprehensive test of overall abilities, and excelling in only one area is insufficient to advance.

In the end, more than 1,600 people made it to the knockout stage. They will go through four rounds of knockout matches, and about 100 people will be selected to participate in the subsequent round-robin stage.

(End of this chapter)