Douluo: Peerless Light...

Chapter 2 No! Am I going to die again?
Six years passed in the mortal world, in the southwest of the Tianhun Empire, in the far north, surrounded by continuous snow-capped mountains.

The ice and snow melted into clear springs, which merged into trickles, flowing over the dense coniferous forests on the mountainside and through the rolling grasslands at the foot of the mountain. Herds of cattle and sheep roamed everywhere, more than a hundred exquisite wooden houses stood on the hills, smoke curled up, and more than a dozen strong snow eagles swam in the sky.

The eagle looked around, as if on guard.

Below, a circular stone-paved square surrounded by wooden houses was crowded with people.

"Qing Zhi, martial soul Qingluan, innate soul power level 6." The crystal ball shone with light, and an old but high-pitched voice rang out.

The embers also have warmth. It is the tradition of the Qingluan family for the elders in the clan to help the younger generations awaken their martial spirits.

It is also the family’s annual New Year gathering.

"Mr. Gong, congratulations." Congratulations came from outside the stadium.

The little girl who had just completed her martial spirit awakening had a smile on her face, her cheeks flushed, and she ran back to her parents with light steps.

"Next, Minghui!"

The onlookers all looked towards the north of the square, where a six-year-old boy was sandwiched between a young man and woman.

The face was oval, chubby and a bit baby fat, and very fair. But too fair, with no blood at all. Add to that the white hair, eyebrows and eyelashes, and he looked sickly. Only his pair of blue eyes added some liveliness to his pale face.

"Hey, the clan leader finally had a child, but how come he inherited the genetic disease of the Dust Worshiper?"

"The key is more serious than the dust offering."

"Hey, I hope Xiaohui awakens the Qing Luan martial spirit of my Qing family. That way, I won't have to worry about it dying young in the future."

Many elders in the tribe showed worry in their eyes.

"Go, Huier, don't be nervous." The beautiful woman who looked to be in her thirties standing next to the boy smiled and said with her head down.

On the other side, a young man who looked only eighteen years old patted the child on the shoulder to show encouragement.

Minghui took a deep breath, nodded, and strode towards the stone formation in the center of the square.

He quickly stood in the middle of the stone formation. Seeing this, the old man next to him waved his hand and shot a green streak towards the black stone formation under his feet.

Minghui immediately closed his eyes according to the procedure, and then he felt a cool breeze entering his body. The attribute of the Qingluan martial soul is wind, so the old man's soul power entering his body will give him this feeling, which he can fully understand.

The next second, his brain suddenly shook and a buzzing sound came from his ears, as if something was broken in his brain.

Then my mind became clear and the sound of the wind passing by my ears became louder.

However, this feeling only lasted for a moment. The next moment, a piercing coldness suddenly came from the heart, and it rushed along the right chest to the right arm. "Hiss, so cold!" Minghui felt that his heart was frozen, his body shook unconsciously, and his face turned pale.

My right hand subconsciously raised.

A sky-blue light flashed, and the onlookers all widened their eyes.

"The martial soul Guangling Divine Bow worshipped by Mingchen? Uh, it seems a little different."

In sight, a strange bow that was taller than the Minghui people appeared. The whole bow was sky blue with a green sheen. From a distance, it looked like the wings of a blue phoenix spread out. The wings were made up of ice diamonds with sharp tips.

"Is this, a mutation?" Everyone looked at it with confusion.

Just at this moment, Minghui, who was standing in the stone formation and was about to open his eyes, suddenly felt something rushing into his brain.

How could this happen after awakening his martial spirit? He couldn't quite understand.

"Hmm?" When Mingchen the priest saw a faint silver light flashing between his son's eyebrows, his eyes couldn't help but focus.

"Xiaohui." The elder of the clan who presided over the martial soul awakening ceremony picked up the soul power testing crystal ball and called softly.

The next second, the bow in Minghui's hand suddenly burst into a brilliant sky blue light, followed by a loud phoenix cry, "Whoosh!" A strong wind suddenly blew up on the field, and wherever it passed, snowflakes appeared and flew in the air, and the ground was instantly frozen.

The old man followed closely behind and turned into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.

"What's going on?!" Under the shocked gaze of everyone, a huge blue phoenix soared into the sky and soared straight up to the sky.

No! Am I going to die again?
Minghui, who was frozen like the old man, had a different feeling. At this moment, he only felt cold all over, his heart suddenly ached, and then his vision went black.

"Get out of the way, this is extreme ice!" This was the last voice he heard, the shout from his father Mingchen.

"Hui'er!" And also from my mother Qingyi.

The next day, it was noon.

The sunlight came in through the drawn blinds, emitting a warmth that was no less than Yukinako's, waking Minghui up from his bedside position.

I opened my eyes and saw the wooden roof, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s good that you’re not dead!
"Hui'er!" A surprised voice came from my ear, and then a snow-white hand touched my forehead.

"How do you feel now? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Minghui subconsciously turned his head. His mother was wearing a white fur coat, with a classical and delicate oval face, a high and straight nose like a sculpture, a face like an autumn moon, and skin like cream. There was no need to imagine her youth. Now she was a rare beauty in the world.

Thinking back to my father, with his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, in his previous life he would have been a handsome guy who could have scored at least 8 points.

However, although the couple looked young, they were actually over 70 years old, and both were Title Douluo masters. They had a son in their old age, and he was their only child, so they usually treated him very tenderly.

However, even though he often saw the two's faces, he still felt it was a little strange.

My mom looks 30 and my dad looks 18. At first glance, they are a perfect match of an old man and a young girl.

Well, this is one of the few advantages of the Ming family's inherited martial spirit. It can inhibit the growth rate and can be called an anti-aging artifact.

"Mom, I'm fine, I just feel a little cold."

Upon hearing this, Qingyi quickly reached out and pulled the quilt covering her son.

At this time, there were hurried footsteps outside the door. Mingchen, who had rushed into the kitchen as soon as he heard the sound, walked quickly into the house with ginseng soup.

Qingyi quickly reached out to take it, picked up the wooden spoon and stirred it gently, then lowered her head to blew it, and then brought it to her son.

"Hui'er, come here, drink some ginseng soup to warm you up and you won't be cold anymore." "Thank you, Mom." Minghui nodded and opened his mouth to take the wooden spoon that his mother handed over.

After taking a few sips, the warmth flowed through the blood throughout the body, and the coldness disappeared by a large margin. Although his face was still a little pale, his lips were much redder.

"Dad, Mom, I don't feel cold now."

"That's good." Qingyi smiled and scooped up another spoonful of ginseng soup and handed it over.

"Come, drink the ginseng soup while it's hot, and then have a good rest to recuperate your body. We'll talk about martial spirits and training later."

Ming Chen, who was standing behind, became obviously frozen when he heard this, and his hands on his thighs tightened involuntarily.

Minghui was completely unaware and continued to drink his soup obediently.

Half a minute later, his parents closed the door and left. Minghui then closed his eyes and sensed his newly awakened martial spirit.

He fainted so quickly yesterday that he didn't have time to check it carefully.

"Hmm? Hmm!" After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes.

It seems like I don’t have to worry about dying early!
Outside the house, Qingyi followed her husband to the sofa in the living room and sat down, her eyes full of worry.

"Let's do as we discussed last night." Ming Chen looked serious, "Send Hui'er to Shrek Academy."

"Although Xiaotao's martial soul is not of the ultimate fire attribute, her cultivation is much higher than Hui'er's. She should be able to suppress the cold backlash of Hui'er's martial soul. Hui'er's ultimate ice can help Xiaotao suppress the evil fire. These two children can be said to be mutually beneficial."

"If all else fails, we still have the old dean. With him here, Hui'er's life is at least safe."

He had already checked his son's innate soul power when he had a physical examination yesterday, and it was level 10 innate full soul power.

The Light Feather Divine Bow originally had the dual attributes of light and ice, but the one his son had awakened was obviously mutated. Not only was the ice attribute upgraded to the ultimate ice, but the martial soul also had the wind attribute of Qingluan, which existed in a form similar to the Panlong Stick with the Heavenly Awakening Holy Golden Dragon.

This is equivalent to the martial soul having three attributes, and one of them is the ultimate ice attribute.

As a father, he should be happy that his son has awakened such a powerful martial spirit. But now, it makes him even more worried.

It was because something went wrong in the process of inheriting their martial spirit.

The light attribute of the Guangling Divine Bow is not ordinary light, but a rare cold light.

It has the functions of disinfection, pain relief, blood circulation promotion, and body repair. It has an auxiliary function and can resist the erosion of cold air to a certain extent. Because of this, normally, the Light Feather Divine Bow Martial Spirit will not bring any negative effects to the host.

But the problem is that this kind of light attribute is too rare.

There are no soul beasts with light attributes on this continent, let alone those with ice attributes.

Therefore, in the past, the tribesmen could only add ice attribute spirit rings to their martial spirits.

The result is that with the continuous addition of soul rings, the attribute balance is broken, and the strength of the ice attribute eventually reaches a level that exceeds the host's body load, so that using it too frequently will cause cold air to enter the body and hurt itself, and bring about a series of subsequent negative effects.

Such as slower growth rate, weakening of abilities, reduced fertility, and decline in the functions of internal organs.

Some of these effects are hereditary, such as heart weakness, which is passed down from generation to generation and eventually becomes congenital heart disease. Newborns die in the womb and die young during growth. This situation is becoming more and more frequent in the family, and the family is declining faster and faster.

In the end, he was the only one left.

If he had not been lucky enough to cultivate to the Titled Douluo, had not had a good foundation, had not had his wife's family been well-off, and had not had his son been taking medicinal baths since he was born, and had not taken drugs such as Xuanshui Pills, Xuanwu Shendan, and whale glue to enhance his physique, he would have suspected that his only son would not live to the age of six.

Or maybe, it died due to the explosion of cold energy the moment its martial soul awakened.

Weapon spirits are spirits that can be used outside the body, unlike beast spirits that can directly attach themselves to the body. The latter are more compatible with the host's body.

The absorbed spirit ring is also directly pulled to the body, so basically the body of the owner has the same physique as the spirit, unless there is a malignant mutation, otherwise it is naturally resistant. This difference is also another reason why the light and ice attributes of the Guangling spirit are unbalanced during the inheritance process, and the physique of the descendants of the clan is worse than the previous generation.

Of course, there may be other reasons, but too much time has passed and it is no longer possible to verify.

Now his son has awakened the ultimate ice, which is much stronger than the light attribute, but due to genetic problems he has been weak since childhood.

The situation can be said to be very bad.

The first soul ring absorbs the ice attribute soul ring. If it is not careful, it will directly break the existing balance and die suddenly. The ice attribute soul bone transfers cold energy, but the foundation is still too weak. There is also cold attribute energy in the soul bone. If it is not careful, it will also die suddenly, which is very troublesome!

He was not the Ultimate Ice Master and had to cultivate to the Soul Sage level before he dared to absorb the family heirloom left arm bone to transfer the cold air.

The best way is to find a hundred thousand year old ice attribute soul beast to sacrifice voluntarily. The sacrifice can allow the soul beast's life essence to be integrated into his son's body without reservation, transforming the flesh, allowing his son's body to be directly transformed into a top physique that matches the ultimate ice attribute.

But is it difficult to get a hundred thousand year old soul beast to sacrifice itself voluntarily?

That’s too difficult!
Even the old dean, Moon, a level 99 Ultimate Douluo, didn't dare to say that he could subdue a -year-old soul beast and offer it as a sacrifice.

It is much easier to beat them to death or to maim them.

Alas, now we can only let Hui'er put off absorbing the first spirit ring for the time being and wait until he recovers? Ming Chen sighed helplessly.

Xuanshuidan and whale glue are indeed effective in strengthening muscles and bones and improving physical fitness, but although they can help congenitally weak internal organs, they cannot cure the root cause and bring much improvement in a short period of time.

The only solution for now is to slowly take care of it.

"Then let's get ready and go together in two days." Qingyi nodded.

"Come to think of it, we haven't been back to visit the old dean and seniors for many years." As she spoke, a trace of reminiscence flashed in her eyes. She and her husband were both students of Shrek Academy, where they met, got to know each other, fell in love, and have been together ever since.

"Yes." Mingchen also sighed.

"Alas, the current Shrek Academy has changed a lot compared to the old dean's time." Qing Yi sighed, then became slightly annoyed, "Yan Shaozhe was not reliable when he was young, and since he became the dean of the Martial Spirit Department, he has brought a frivolous atmosphere."

"Don't let Hui'er be led astray by him when he goes there." Compared to the college, she was more worried about her child.

"The young philosopher is not a bad person by nature, but he is too eager to surpass Elder Mu." Ming Chen's evaluation was concise and to the point, "The false reputation has blinded his eyes."

"Dad, Mom!" I suddenly heard my son's voice in my ears.

The couple was startled, stood up quickly and walked quickly towards their son's bedroom.

(End of this chapter)