Douluo: Man in the Endless World, Auspicious Beast of the Far North

Chapter 212 Do You Believe in Light?
With a gentle touch of her jade-like hand, she caught a small fish, no bigger than a finger, in her palm.

The fish was a beautiful reddish-gold color, and she couldn't put it down.

"Miss, we're almost in the city. Why don't you come in and rest for a while?" Her voice held a hint of worry. She smiled slightly, released the fish into the water, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful. But her expression didn't show any blame.

She sighed and gently wrapped her fox fur coat tighter around herself. Although it was daytime, a cool breeze was still blowing. No wonder her maid, Qingzhu, had told her to go back to the cabin.

Already ill and physically weak, she was even more susceptible to cold drafts, and she gently bit her lip with her pearly teeth.

She had finally convinced her father to let her out, and after only a short time playing, she had to go home again. Given her health, who knows when she'll be able to go out again?

“Miss, how can a gentle young lady like you like to venture out into the world? Although Mu Qingyun of the Mu family isn’t exactly a saint, he is quiet and refined, and can truly be considered a handsome and dashing man.” Qingzhu’s slightly displeased voice rang out again.

Luo Baiqiu pouted, looking incredibly charming and adorable. She moved gracefully and quickly slipped into the cabin.

"Alright, alright, my little Qingzhu, can't I come in and sit down?" Luo Baiqiu said helplessly. She rolled over, stuck out her tongue, and any normal young master would be captivated by her.

"Miss, tell me, which family, the Mu family or our Luo family, will get the leadership of Jincheng?" Qingzhu blinked. Luo Baiqiu glared at her, annoyed. "Qingzhu! Don't talk nonsense. The Mu family and the Luo family have a very good relationship."

"Huh? No way, Miss? Could it be that you still have your eyes on that Mu Qingyun?" Upon hearing this, Qingzhu's adorable big eyes widened even more.

"Qingyun is a charming man but not a womanizer. I won't break my promise to him." Luo Baiqiu's pretty face immediately turned blush when Mu Qingyun was mentioned.

"Miss." Qingzhu froze there. Suddenly, her ears twitched slightly, her sleeves twirled, and a few darts and hidden weapons flew out from her palm, breaking through the wooden planks. A moment later, the sounds of metal clashing and objects piercing human bodies could be heard.

"There are assassins!"

With a shout, Qingzhu leaped out of the cabin and landed steadily on the bow.

"Miss, please don't come out. You can leave this to Qingzhu."

A hint of panic flashed in Luo Baiqiu's eyes. This was the first time she had been away from home at the age of eighteen, and she had been attacked. In addition, her health was not good to begin with, and she looked like a sickly young lady.

A cold glint flashed in Qingzhu's eyes. There were seven or eight dark figures scattered on the lake. They held short swords of the same type and their inner strength was powerful and contained, but they did not reveal much of it.

"I am Qingzhu of the Luo family in Jincheng, a fifth-rank inner cultivator. May I ask whose orders you have sent to ambush us?"

The shadowy figures didn't answer her, but instead raised their knives, their feet treading the water, and in the blink of an eye, they were in front of Qingzhu. Qingzhu snorted coldly. Since these assassins wouldn't answer her, she would simply capture them with her own hands and hand them over to the family head.

Qingzhu's jade-like hands moved swiftly, and several hidden weapons flew out in all directions. These hidden weapons were imbued with powerful internal energy, clearly proving that Qingzhu was not lying; she was indeed a fifth-grade internal cultivation master.

"Tear!"

These hidden weapons pierced the robes of several assassins, but failed to seriously injure them. Qingzhu frowned slightly; these assassins seemed to be quite formidable experts.

"I, Qingzhu, may die, but Miss's life is something that even countless Qingzhu cannot buy."

Qingzhu lightly touched the water's surface with her toes, then pushed off with both hands, unleashing her inner force that sent the surrounding assassins flying. Fortunately, the assassins' inner force was somewhat weaker than hers, and Qingzhu's inner force propelled the small boat forward.

The assassins snorted coldly. They were not weak, but they did not expect that the personal maid of a sick young lady was a fifth-grade internal cultivator with even more advanced skills. Seeing this, they tore off the black cloth covering the mouth, took out a little fat boy, and made him swallow a pill.

For a moment, several people spat out mouthfuls of blood, but at the same time, their internal energy was surging wildly, clearly indicating that it was the kind of pill that could enhance strength, but had significant side effects.

At this point, the strength of a single assassin was comparable to Qingzhu's, let alone the seven or eight assassins there. Qingzhu sighed; these desperate criminals had taken the pills and would likely use every means to keep them here.

A cold smile appeared on Qingzhu's lips. She had lived with her young mistress since childhood and cultivated the Luo family's top martial arts techniques, possessing incredibly strong internal energy.

At this moment, she took a deep breath, and her internal energy rapidly increased.

He used the fifth-grade internal cultivation technique, the Azure Pearl, to damage his own meridians and forcibly advance to the sixth-grade realm!
With a single push, the palm transformed into a powerful strike, shattering the robes of a black-clad assassin into dust. The assassin was covered in blood, which dripped into the lake along with fragments of entrails. Several fish pounced on the blood and flesh, tearing at the remains.

With a single palm strike, she killed an assassin. A bead of sweat rolled down her cheek, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of Qingzhu's mouth. She coughed softly, her eyes filled with a death wish.

The assassin she had previously killed had also reached the fifth rank, and now, facing the remaining assassins, she wouldn't last more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"Miss, I'm sorry, Qingzhu is useless."

Qingzhu slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she could no longer suppress her killing intent. She activated all her inner strength and flew across the lake towards one of the assassins.

The assassin remained calm, brandishing his short sword and unleashing his swordsmanship. The two exchanged blows on the water's surface, and although Qingzhu's attacks were more intense, her face grew increasingly pale.

Sure enough, after the two exchanged blows for dozens of rounds, the assassin's dagger pierced Qingzhu's jade arm, causing her to cough up a mouthful of blood, her expression extremely miserable.

Assassins are assassins, not warriors. At this moment, these assassins had no intention of showing mercy or bullying the weak. With a flash of their blades, they all moved at the same time and rushed towards Qingzhu.

Qingzhu closed her eyes in anguish. She knew that after she died, her mistress would surely follow her. Her mistress was so beautiful; who knew if these people would harbor any cruel thoughts towards her?
The next moment, a series of rapid "poof poof poof" sounds rang out, but the expected pain did not come. Qingzhu slowly opened her eyes, and the scene before her was one she would never forget in her life.

Those assassins stood silently before him, their cold expressions and chilling eyes fixed on him.

Their synchronized movements surprised Qingzhu, but what was even more synchronized was the scar on the forehead of each assassin.

"Drip." The sound of footsteps on the water rang out. Qingzhu looked over very slowly and saw a boy in a tattered white robe walking slowly towards her. The boy was holding something wrapped in a lotus leaf, and he opened his mouth wide and took a big bite out of the meat. The meat was wrapped in glutinous rice and tasted extremely delicious.

"This lotus leaf-wrapped chicken is truly delicious; no wonder my master likes to eat it. But those bastard senior brothers don't like it. It's a good thing my master passed on his cultivation techniques and sword energy to me."

The boy finished his last bite and walked right up to Qingzhu. He casually tossed the lotus leaf aside and then grabbed Qingzhu's bare hand with his sticky hands. "Sixth-grade internal cultivator, you've crippled your meridians. You won't die, but don't even think about improving your internal strength in the future."

"I have a sixth-grade cultivation level, that's enough!" Qingzhu said coldly. In her entire life, she had never let any man touch her hand, not even the head of the Luo family.

The young man in front of her was quite handsome, but his tattered white robe and food scraps at the corners of his mouth made her feel uneasy.

"Did you kill these people?" Qingzhu asked, somewhat puzzled. This young man was about the same age as her young lady, yet he possessed the strength to instantly kill several fifth-grade inner cultivators.

Could it be that this young man is also a famously stubborn young man from Tang Zhou?
"I guess so." The boy yawned, fully embodying the phrase "I'm full and sleepy." "Is that boat yours? Can I borrow it to lie down for a while?"

"Don't go over there!" Qingzhu shouted. The young man smiled at her. "Your meridians are not beyond repair. I can reshape them with my sword energy. However, my internal energy is only at the third rank, so I can only condense a few strands of sword energy at most."

The boy talked as he walked, which made Qingzhu so angry that she wanted to punch him, but the way the boy had killed the assassin earlier was probably his sword energy.

Sword cultivators have always been the most unfathomable among martial artists. There are many martial artists in the entire Tang Zhou, but very few sword cultivators. Sword techniques are even rarer; those who can successfully condense sword energy are generally comparable to a martial artist's internal martial arts techniques.

The boy ignored Qingzhu and went straight into the cabin. Then, he let out a strange cry and uttered words that Luo Baiqiu had never heard before.

"Damn, Xi Shi?"

The boy looked at Luo Baiqiu with exaggerated eyes. Luo Baiqiu's pretty face flushed slightly. The boy in front of her was about the same age as her and was so handsome. Although he wasn't as good-looking as Mu Qingyun from the Mu family, he was almost the same.

But what did he mean by mentioning Nima and Xishi? Was he talking about himself?

And who is he?
"Um, sorry, I was a little startled." The young man quickly recovered, and he smiled brightly. Luo Baiqiu's lips curved into a smile. She had been confined to her room for more than ten years, and apart from Mu Qingyun, who played with her when she was a child, she had never seen any other man. Upon seeing this young man, she immediately had a strange feeling.

"Am I not good-looking?" Luo Baiqiu asked.

"No, that's not true. You're very beautiful, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," the young man said without exaggeration.

"Hehe." Luo Baiqiu covered her mouth and chuckled. Many people usually complimented her on her looks, but this young man was the first man to do so. Even Mu Qingyun had never said that.

After all, Mu Qingyun was the young master of the Mu family. The two families had severed ties several years ago when they were vying for the status of Jincheng. Only Luo Baiqiu was kept in the dark.

"Thank you. What's your name?" Luo Baiqiu looked at the boy with her beautiful, almost watery eyes.

"You go first." The boy chuckled and wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth.

"My name is Luo Baiqiu."

The boy's lips twitched, and he thought to himself, "Damn, why am I so unlucky?"
It wasn't bad luck; if used well, this could be considered a profit. "So you're a young lady from the Luo family of Jincheng. I was truly blind to your true nature," the young man said with a dry laugh. At this moment, he was filled with mixed feelings, but Luo Baiqiu in front of him couldn't see it.

Luo Baiqiu asked, "Since you know I am a young lady of the Luo family, why don't you tell me your name?"

The boy coughed once, then his expression suddenly changed.

Luo Baiqiu was somewhat mesmerized. The young man was handsome with sharp, sword-like eyebrows, and when he became serious, he exuded the aura of a sword cultivator who was detached from the world.

"My name is Ye Chuanlan, and I am a sword cultivator."

"Xuanyuan, no!"

"Let go, don't do this."

"You have a wife, you have a daughter, and me..."

"I'm just a guy whose name no one dares to tell. You have your family."

"I'm sorry, I hope we can still be brothers in the next life!"

"My lord, the young master is breathing again!"

"Really? Take me there right away!"

"There really is an aura here! But this kid wasn't very talented to begin with, so even if he comes back to life, it will be very difficult for him to cultivate!"

Xuanyuan Jingtian opened his eyes. His eyes hurt terribly, a stinging pain. It was difficult to see anything clearly.

Forcing himself to sit up, Xuan Yuan Jingtian found a man and a woman standing in front of him. However, due to his poor eyesight, he couldn't see their faces clearly.

However, that man left a deep impression on me!
"Are you feeling better?" The man walked up to him, his voice deep and resonant, a man of great presence!
Xuanyuan Jingtian nodded, and the blurriness in his vision gradually subsided, allowing him to clearly see the appearance of the person in front of him.

To say he's handsome is an understatement; his face is undeniably aged. But to say he's decrepit is an understatement; even Xuan Yuan Jingtian had never seen such a burly, middle-aged man in his entire life.

So, where am I?
Xuanyuan Jingtian looked at the large bed he was lying on; he had never seen such a luxurious bed in his life!

The pillows and sheets are as smooth as silk, and the bed frame is made of a very unique type of wood that emits a faint, pleasant fragrance if you smell it closely.

This is incredible! It's paradise!

"Now that you're awake, you'd better stay here obediently! Xiaorou, take good care of this good-for-nothing!"

That old man, who seemed like a strange creature in Xuan Yuan Jingtian's eyes... perhaps that's the only way to address him? He gave Xuan Yuan Jingtian, who had just awakened, a cold look, and then turned and left.

That's fucking awesome!
At that moment, the sentence that popped into Xuanyuan Jingtian's mind was:

Wait, sleeves? A robe? This garment...
He was clearly dead, but now he's alive again.

I was clearly dead, but I woke up.

Isn't it obvious that I've traveled through time?!
Xuanyuan Jingtian froze on the bed, a flood of memories rushing into his mind.

The owner of this body, or rather, the reborn Xuanyuan Jingtian, is the only grandson of a great general of an empire. Why only grandson? Because all the great general's sons died. Only his father gave birth to him.

So he's very lucky; he has everything.

The world is vast and full of wonders. And among the myriad beings, it's impossible to please everyone. In the world he currently inhabits, strength reigns supreme. People primarily wield spirit beasts. And this profession is that of a Spirit Beast Tamer!
Their family resides on a continent in the vast world called the Northern Continent. On the Northern Continent are three powerful forces, or three empires. Their family is located within the Ice River Empire.

To break through the ice, one must first cross the night!
This quote comes from the Ice River Empire. Xuan Yuan Jingtian, after transmigrating, should be Ye Wuxie's grandfather, the strongest person in the Ice River Empire, Ye Zhentian, the Night General, and also the head of the Ye family of the Ice River Empire.

As for Ye Wuxie, he was honored to become the sole heir of this family, and also the worst-ranked person on the Ice River Empire's list of young masters.

"Young master, this is a ginseng soup that can nourish the body and strengthen the body. Please prepare it and I will feed it to you."

A beautiful woman in palace attire, carrying a bowl of soup, sat down beside Ye Ye Wu Xie's bed. She skillfully picked up a ladle and scooped up a spoonful of soup.

"No need, I can do it myself." Ye Wuxie is not the kind of rich kid who can be waited on hand and foot. He was pulled into an assassin organization at the age of ten, so he has experienced the life of supporting himself.

Wait, how can you say you've experienced it? For over a decade, my miserable life has never stopped. Now, I'm used to it.

Even if I were reborn, I wouldn't want to waste my life!
As Ye Wuxie drank the soup, he felt a warm sensation seeping into his internal organs from the broth. Ye Guichen's first reaction was—Awesome!

That's fucking awesome, fucking awesome!

The body, which had felt somewhat heavy, suddenly felt much lighter after taking the medicine.

Pulling back the covers, Ye Wuxie stepped onto the ground of this other world for the first time. Looking in the mirror beside him, he realized that he was no longer the somewhat gloomy, stubble-faced uncle from his previous life, but a handsome and dashing young man, though his complexion was too pale.

Ye Wuxie gave a bitter laugh; it was truly pale to an extreme degree! If he didn't know this was his own body, Ye Wuxie would have really thought it might be some beautiful woman.

"Young Master, you've just recovered from your injuries, you shouldn't move around too much," the woman in palace attire said immediately. Ye Wuxie smiled and said, "Xiao Rou, right? Don't worry, I won't go out, I'll just walk around inside."

"Then Xiao Rou will show the young master around a bit." Xiao Rou, the woman in palace attire, dared not let anything happen to the young master. Although, this young master was a bit... well...

Ye Wuxie nodded, but after taking just one step, he felt dizzy and immediately gritted his teeth.

This body is so weak!
"Young Master!" Seeing this, Xiao Rou quickly helped Ye Guichen up. Ye Wuxie's legs went weak, and half of his body fell into Xiao Rou's arms. Ye Guichen's lewd hand naturally touched Xiao Rou's breasts.

Suddenly, a soft, pinching sensation, coupled with a sense of guilt, welled up in Ye Wuxie's heart.

However, what puzzled Ye Wuxie was that the woman in front of him actually gritted her teeth and endured this act, which could be considered illegal indecent assault.

What happened? Could it be...?
Suddenly, an idea popped into Ye Wuxie's mind.

The previous owner of my body was an absolute pervert!

The beautiful woman in front of him was probably too intimidated by his status as a young master to speak.

This is really a turn-off for me!
Ye Wuxie was speechless and hurriedly left Xiao Rou's embrace. However, his body was even more uncooperative. As soon as he left the area of ​​happiness, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

"Young Master!" Xiao Rou exclaimed in surprise. Even if she had been... you know, she couldn't let anything happen to the young master!
Ignoring her image as a beautiful woman, Xiao Rou immediately knelt on the ground, ready to help Ye Wuxie up. Ye Wuxie waved his hand, forcing a smile, "I'm fine, look, look, I'm up now, aren't I? I'll go!"

I finally managed to get up, but after standing for only a few seconds, I collapsed again.

Xiao Rou said with a bitter face, "Young Master, don't be stubborn. Xiao Rou isn't a good woman either. Come, Young Master, let's go back to bed."

After saying that, Ye Wuxie entered his arms for the second time, a embrace that brought him immense happiness. Ye Wuxie sighed, "Well, I really can't help it, my body is too weak."

"It's alright, Xiaorou will have someone make some tonics later." Xiaorou helped Ye Guichen onto the bed and smiled.

"Um, Xiaorou, you don't need to talk to me like that in the future. I'm a very easygoing person." Not knowing how to start, Ye Wuxie paused for a moment before speaking.

"Pfft, young master, you seem much more humorous now that you're awake?" Xiao Rou chuckled.

Uh, am I not funny? Nightless thought.

"Alright, young master. The master has said that you should practice the family's spirit-controlling techniques more. We servants are not qualified to learn such secret techniques!" Xiaorou said with a smile. Then she got up, swaying her hips as she walked out.

After closing the door, Ye Guichen was left all alone in the large room.

(End of this chapter)