The Great Thief of the Universe, Starting from Douluo

Chapter 6: Bone Stealing
Looking at that young yet heroic face, Bibi Dong was speechless.

"Xiao San, you haven't even told the teacher what soul skills you acquired."

"My martial soul has no soul skills, only all-round bonuses."

Zhang San shook his head. "The treasure's perception range has been expanded by 200 meters, the speed has increased by 50%, and the ground has increased by 100%. As for the concealment effect, it seems to have not changed much."

The other abilities are easy to explain. The concealment ability of this cloak can be said to have been maximized since awakening.

Maybe I'll get stronger, but it doesn't matter whether I become stronger or not...

"Passive ability..."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly. "The Crypt Demon Spider itself isn't a purely speed-type soul beast. Being able to increase its power to this degree is already quite impressive. As for the increase in its perception range, it's probably due to its strong mental power."

Zhang San nodded. "I originally thought that only soul beasts with treasure-hunting abilities like the Gold-Seeking Rat could improve their corresponding abilities. I was too narrow-minded."

He subconsciously separated treasure hunting and mental power, but forgot that treasure hunting itself is a form of spiritual perception.

"You've only just awakened your martial spirit two days ago. Although you've learned a lot of theoretical knowledge on your own, you still lack practical experience. It's impressive that you can think of so much."

Bibi Dong burst out laughing, guessing that this kid might have another trick up his sleeve and that she wouldn't be able to get anything out of him by asking him.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Why are you so eager to run away right after getting the spirit ring?"

"How could that be? I will definitely be back in two months at the least, or a year at the most."

Zhang San said frankly: "It's just that after the martial soul evolved, my heart felt something."

"Oh? Spirit sensing?"

Bibi Dong seemed to be lost in thought, and then, as if she had thought of something, she jokingly said, "Even though it's beyond your sensing range, you can still sense it. This must be a very special opportunity. How about letting the teacher go with you?"

"can."

Zhang San nodded: "But it can only be you, teacher, no one else can."

He doesn't believe Bibi Dong's nonsense...

As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, how could he have the time to run around the world with me?

The reason why I said this was just to show my trust. At this time, Bibi Dong was about to become a god. She left behind the huge foundation of the Spirit Hall and went treasure hunting with me. The only possibility was that she did it for Yu Xiaogang.

If that's the case, Zhang San is not without a backup plan. He will definitely make her feel like she's in heaven.

As expected, as soon as Zhang San finished speaking, Bibi Dong's eyes softened significantly.

Zhang San guessed correctly, Bibi Dong was just teasing him, and Zhang San's answer did dispel Bibi Dong's doubts.

After all, with his martial soul ability, no one would notice even if he left quietly.

Bibi Dong must understand this. The fact that she told him all this naturally came from trust, which meant that he really accepted her as his teacher.

"Ugh…"

After staring at Zhang San for a while, Bibi Dong sighed helplessly, "It's not easy to make a living on this continent."

Zhang San said seriously: "Teacher, six years old is the right age to make breakthroughs!"

"you shut up!"

Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at him. "Although I don't know why you're so anxious, with your spirit's ability, as long as you don't seek death, you won't be in too much danger. When you go out, be careful about everything..."

"This is an order from the elders. Every time you arrive at a place, you must have the local branch temple pass on a message to me."

As he spoke, an elder's order fell into Zhang San's hands.

Zhang San nodded and accepted the elder's order.

"Let's eat something first."

A roasted chicken was handed to Zhang San. Zhang San took it and said thank you.

I took a bite and as expected, although it looked good and smelled fragrant, it was a bit hard and the taste was not very good.

"Teacher, although pheasant tastes good, the meat is firm and hard to flavor. When roasting, you can spread it out and make a few cuts in the breast and thighs. You don't need too much seasoning, just apply oil and salt evenly and smoke it over low heat and it will taste great."

"Can you cook?"

"Know a little bit."

"Has anyone ever taught you not to comment on a woman's cooking?"

"..."

Zhang San didn't say anything. He felt like he had touched the other person's sore spot.

He tore the pheasant hard, and blood was clearly visible between the bones of the chicken leg.

Bibi Dong noticed the bloodstain and her cheeks turned slightly red, but fortunately the firelight made it invisible.

"Here are the seasonings. You can use them as you like."

As if feeling a little guilty, Bibi Dong waved her hand and placed a pile of bottles and jars in front of Zhang San.

Zhang San took a look and saw oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, sugar, cumin, sesame, chili powder, and even an oil brush and bowls.

This woman's soul storage device must have a huge internal space...

Seeing the seasoning, Zhang San no longer forced himself to do so. He picked up the roast chicken, cut a few times, and simply spread soy sauce on it.

Then raise the roast chicken away from the fire, pick up some salt and sprinkle it on the roast chicken little by little, then sprinkle chili powder on it, occasionally brush some oil, and then continue to sprinkle salt little by little.

Soon, a fragrance so strong that it seemed to break through the sky rushed into the nostrils of the two people.

Bibi Dong sniffed lightly, looked at the roasted chicken on the fire, then looked at the dead body in her hand, and fell silent for a while.

Suddenly, Zhang San reached out, took the roast chicken from her hand, and cooked it again as before.

Bibi Dong supported her chin and looked at the new disciple.

In the light of the fire, the serious little boy's face actually had a fascinating charm.

After staring absentmindedly for a while, Bibi Dong suddenly smiled: "Xiao San, do you have a girl you like?"

"No."

Zhang San was busy roasting a chicken and replied casually.

When it comes to barbecue, chicken is the most delicate ingredient, especially the chicken skin, which will become mushy if you're not careful.

"So what do you think of Nana?"

"Teacher, I'm only six years old."

Zhang San obviously didn't want to continue the conversation, but Bibi Dong thought he was shy.

"What's wrong with six years old?"

Bibi Dong chuckled. "You're a smart little kid, and you're so handsome. You must be very popular with girls. I think you and Nana are a perfect match."

"Not interested in."

Zhang San said calmly, staring at the roast chicken with burning eyes.

It seemed that the identity of the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall was not as important to him as a roasted chicken.

Bibi Dong also realized that Zhang San was indeed not interested in Hu Liena, and couldn't help but feel curious.

"Why? Isn't Nana pretty? I heard that there are many boys in the academy chasing after her."

Bibi Dong tempted, "But your senior sister has been taught by me, so naturally her standards are very high. If it were you, Xiao San, I could help you find a partner! Your martial spirit lacks offensive capabilities, so finding a partner who can complement yours would be very beneficial for your future."

"Just because my martial spirit doesn't have the ability to attack doesn't mean I don't have it either."

Zhang San shook his head and said casually, "Besides, having high standards isn't necessarily a good thing. Maybe after seeing geniuses falling for you, it's not impossible for you to suddenly fall for a sweet-talking loser."

As soon as the words fell, Bibi Dong's face froze. Zhang San was roasting a pheasant and didn't notice Bibi Dong's expression at all.

But even though he didn't see it, he could guess it even with his heel.

"From a psychological perspective, this probability is not small. Geniuses are always arrogant, especially those who have been the best of their generation since childhood."

"People like me always look upon those who are better than themselves in some way differently. I am no exception. As for being accepted as your disciple, I believe there are not many who can compete with me in terms of talent. But in other aspects... I don't think she's very bright anyway."

Zhang San shook his head slightly, completely unaware that Bibi Dong's expression behind him was becoming increasingly gloomy.

"Then, Xiao San, what kind of person do you think is considered a waste?"

Bibi Dong's voice sounded a little cold, but Zhang San, who was roasting a chicken, didn't seem to notice.

"Waste..."

Zhang San thought for a moment and said, "From my perspective, it's not so much about being weak, it's more about being irresponsible."

No responsibility...

These three words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Bibi Dong's heart.

Is Yu Xiaogang responsible?
What kind of responsibility does a man have for abandoning his wife and running away on his wedding night have?
Bibi Dong has been keeping an eye on Yu Xiaogang over the years. When she learned that he was going to marry Liu Erlong, Bibi Dong felt heartbroken.

After learning that Yu Xiaogang had escaped, although she was relieved, she also felt an inexplicable complexity.

As a woman herself, she could naturally understand how Liu Erlong felt at that time.

Recalling her past experiences, the coldness in Bibi Dong's eyes gradually turned into misery.

"The roast chicken is ready!"

Before she could continue thinking, a fragrant roast chicken was handed to her.

Unlike the roasted chicken I made myself, which was simply meaty and shiny, the roasted chicken in front of me looked dry, with slightly crispy skin and a shiny oily luster, and a rich smoky aroma wafting in the air.

Bibi Dong tore off a piece of chicken and tasted it.

As expected, it was dry and tough, which is the unchangeable texture of pheasant meat, but the taste was completely different from what you would make yourself.

Spicy, burnt, and full of aftertaste.

“Even though there’s so much salt, the flavors are so harmonious…”

Delicious food always makes people happy. Bibi Dong didn’t care about being sad for a moment, and her eyes were full of surprise.

“Actually, a little sugar is added.”

Zhang San chuckled and made an insulting gesture.

"I really don't understand where you learned so much at your age."

Thinking of Zhang San repeatedly poking at her sore spots, a hint of doubt flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, but her face remained calm.

Zhang San chuckled and gently tapped his temple. "Knowledge only realizes its value when it is put into practice. Some people read a lot of books but only use them as a source of pride, while others can understand the mysteries of the universe by looking at a recipe."

Bibi Dong said in a playful tone: "So you are the latter?"

Zhang San thought for a moment and said, "At least it's not the former."

Bibi Dong stopped talking, as Zhang San hit her sore spot again.

Fortunately, it seems that the child did not do it on purpose. It was just the difference in spiritual realm that made her, who was accustomed to comparing her own anus with it, feel dwarfed.

After eating the roast chicken, the two did not stay in the forest.

Bibi Dong released her aura, scaring away the nearby soul beasts, and quickly returned to the hotel with Zhang San.

The next morning, the two returned to Wuhun City in a carriage.

"Here are three million gold soul coins, enough to last you for a while."

Inside the Pope's Palace, Bibi Dong handed Zhang San a gold soul coin card and reminded him again, "Remember to keep in touch."

"Thank you, teacher."

Zhang San took the card and said, in this fantasy world, the old tricks of getting a chicken will definitely not work, he still needs to prepare some money himself.

However, with his skills, even if he can't steal from others, he will definitely not be stolen by others.

Well, except Tang San...

After all, the players who use hidden weapons are definitely as skilled as a professional thief like me in their handwork.

what?
Is the other party also a professional?
That's fine...

"Go ahead. I hope you can give me a surprise when you come back."

Bibi Dong had a smile in her eyes. She was actually quite relieved that Zhang San was aware of his own destiny.

After all, no strong person wants his successor to be a flower in a greenhouse.

After bowing to Bibi Dong, Zhang San left the Pope's Palace in a hurry.

With the cloak thrown on, the figure disappeared quietly.

When he reappeared, he was already in the welfare home where he had lived for six years. He quietly left a bag of gold soul coins in the old director's drawer, attached a note, and then disappeared again.

A week later, outside Holy Soul Village, Notting City, Fasno Province.

Zhang San hid his body and looked at a dilapidated blacksmith shop in the distance.

There is no doubt that this is the home of Tang San and his son.

Zhang San has been squatting here for two and a half days. During these two days, Tang Hao was drowsy most of the time, looking like a drunk.

While the other party was drunk, Zhang San had been looking for the valley where the Blue Silver Emperor was.

Although it is a fantasy world, it is ultimately a feudal dynasty. Large-scale maps are easy to make, but detailed topographic maps of small areas are difficult to find and usually only exist in the hands of the military and nobles.

Fortunately, although the location of the waterfall recorded in the book is far away from human habitation, the waterfall of more than 100 meters is very conspicuous, and with the help of martial soul perception, Zhang San did not spend too much time to determine the target.

It was already dusk.

Zhang San sat on the stone like a sculpture, his eyes wandering in the sky in a trance, and using his peripheral vision to pay attention to the movements in the dilapidated hut.

He didn't dare to monitor too closely. After all, the stronger one is, the sharper one's perception is. Both father and son are not easy to deal with. They might notice his gaze.

Fortunately, there is no need for close surveillance. He just needs to grasp the general movements.

Finally, night fell.

As expected, Tang Hao began to drink heavily. Seeing this, Zhang San turned around and flew quickly towards the valley where the waterfall was.

After a while, the valley came into view.

Zhang San fell from mid-air, his figure quietly sinking into the mountain wall like a fish into water, and followed his perception to a dim cave.

Inside the cave, moonlight filtered through a small hole above, sprinkling sparingly onto a blue silver grass with golden veins and a breath of life.

Zhang San lit the candle and quickly dug it into the flowerpot that had been prepared.

Then he quickly swept his eyes across the wall and slapped it with his hand.

With a click, a long lead box fell.

The box was not locked. Zhang San opened it a little. In an instant, a rich breath of life and fluctuations of soul power gushed out, filling every corner of the cave.

Seeing this, Zhang San hurriedly closed the lid and put the lead box into the storage soul guide.

Then he held the flowerpot in his arms, cleaned up the traces, turned around and hid into the rock wall.

Got the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone!
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