Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

Chapter 4 First Encounter with the Old Poisoner

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Since he didn't know the way, Xuanming could only follow the main road. He would occasionally encounter people along the way, but he didn't dare to talk to them at all.

Because he is now considered a semi-vagrant.

The Douluo Continent is a feudal era that combines Chinese and Western elements. Commoners cannot leave their place of residence at will. If they want to go out, they must obtain permission and a pass from the administrator of their place of residence; otherwise, they are considered unregistered residents.

Undocumented immigrants lack human rights, are easily regarded as fugitives, and may even be enslaved at any time.

Only Soul Masters of noble status can freely enter and exit various cities with the Soul Master's Manual, which serves as proof of their identity.

He had no Soul Master's manual to prove his identity, nor any Soul Rings; he wasn't even a Soul Master.

If noticed by someone with ulterior motives, it could easily cause unnecessary trouble.

So along the way, although he walked along the road, he would hide whenever he sensed someone coming from ahead, just in case.

Therefore, his top priority right now is...

Xuanming stopped in his tracks.

Yes, where should he go now?

Wuhun Palace?
To be honest, he's hesitant to go now, after all, he was just sold off.

Two thousand gold soul coins is a huge sum of money for most people, and for low-level soul masters!
Not to mention his true value, which is at least over 100,000 gold soul coins!

How many people could resist the temptation of such a huge sum of money?
The Soul Master profession is indeed the noblest in the Douluo Continent, but even in the world of Soul Masters, social classes exist.

High-level Soul Masters look down on low-level Soul Masters; Soul Masters from major sects look down on Soul Masters from minor sects.

Not to mention that he's not even a Soul Master yet, just a Soul Warrior who hasn't obtained a Soul Ring.

Even if he is very talented, so what?
Perhaps reporting someone as talented as him might earn a little reward from his superiors, but is that reward really comparable to a real 100,000 gold soul coins?
One hundred thousand gold soul coins, all you need to do is target a lowly soul cultivator who isn't even a soul master. It's extremely low risk and extremely high return. How many people could resist such a temptation?

He wasn't paranoid; he had simply seen and experienced far too much darkness, both in his past and present lives.

Not to mention that he had just been betrayed by the Spirit Hall patrol officer who helped him awaken his spirit, he certainly wouldn't dare to take the risk again.

“Soul Rings…” Xuanming looked towards the distant forest.

The village where he lived was located at the border between the Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire, not far from the Star Dou Great Forest. The village's superior city was Olai City. Because it was on the border of the two great empires, conflicts would break out from time to time, so the city was very small and did not even have a primary soul master academy.

The carriage had traveled for three days along mountain roads, and he had been traveling back for two days. If nothing unexpected happened, that should be the Star Dou Great Forest.

However, he still faces many difficulties in obtaining a spirit ring.

First of all, he doesn't understand cultivation, so-called meditation, what does he think?
He tried closing his eyes and clearing his mind these past two days, but it was no use.

Secondly, how do you absorb a spirit ring?

No one taught him; he didn't even know how to attach spirit rings to his martial soul.

Furthermore, what kind of spirit ring should he absorb? How many years old should he absorb? And how does he know the age of the spirit beast in front of him?

He doesn't understand anything!

Moreover, places where spirit beasts roam are extremely dangerous. Although he had managed to kill the heavily injured Great Spirit Master with one white and one yellow low-end spirit rings by sneak attack, he was not an assassin in his previous life, and he didn't even know how to fight.

Soul beasts are not like ordinary wild animals; they often possess special abilities. If you enter a soul beast's territory without knowing anything about these abilities, you are courting death.

Thinking about his current situation, Xuanming slowed down his travel speed.

His immediate priority is to find a mentor for himself—not necessarily someone he can trust, but at least someone who won't betray him in the short term and can teach him the basic skills of a Soul Master.

Even Yu Xiaogang would be fine...

"stop!"

A soft shout suddenly rang out, carrying immense pressure that instantly froze Xuanming in place.

He was going to die! It seemed to be the powerful intuition brought by the Black Dragon Martial Soul that he could sense the approaching danger. The reason he dared to gamble his life and attack that weakened Great Soul Master was because he sensed that the guy was extremely weak and he had a great chance of winning at the time.

But now, the being that made that voice could easily crush him!

“I’m in the woods to your left and behind you. Come here.”

Xuanming took a deep breath, moved his feet with difficulty, and chose to do as instructed.

Faced with an enemy he had no chance of winning, he did not mind compromising his principles.

Only by living can one take revenge; if you die, you lose everything.

With a heavy heart, Xuanming slowly stepped into the dense forest. "Where are you?"

"left."

The sound is getting closer.

Xuanming followed the direction of the sound and walked about twenty or thirty meters deeper into the dense forest.

Parting the dense thicket, a tall, thin old man with dark green hair and beard, eyes like emeralds, and a stiff face appeared before them.

The old man sat cross-legged against a large rock, looking very unwell, as if he were seriously injured.

"Come here." The old man looked at Xuanming expressionlessly.

Xuanming slowly walked over and stood about two meters away from the old man.

"Do you know medicine?" the old man asked.

Xuanming shook his head. "I don't understand."

His medical skills were limited to taking medicine according to doctor's orders and instructions.

"It's good that you don't understand." The old man untied a brocade pouch from his waist.

"come over."

Xuanming hesitated for a moment, then took a few more steps forward and came to the old man.

"Don't move!" the old man shouted softly, a murderous glint in his eyes.

Xuanming froze, standing still.

"What are you hiding under your clothes?" the old man asked.

Xuanming took a deep breath and slowly pulled open the large cloak he was wearing, revealing the two black dragons on his back. "These are my martial souls."

"Martial Soul?" The old man narrowed his eyes, examining the two dragons that seemed to be one with the person in front of him.

"Martial Soul Mutation?"

"Mm." Xuanming nodded.

The old man paused, then raised his right hand, which was holding the brocade pouch, again, gesturing for Xuanming to come and take it.

Xuanming did as instructed.

The moment he touched the brocade pouch, a small, icy-cold, emerald-green snake darted over and coiled itself around his wrist.

"This is a nine-section jadeite, the finest of the bamboo-leaf green varieties. If you are poisoned by it, you will turn into pus and die within moments," the old man said.

"There's medicine in the brocade pouch. Take it out, and do as I say."

"One wrong step, and you're dead!"

Xuanming silently stared at the small green snake on his wrist.

Nine-section jadeite, and it looks like this... Dugu Bo?
I just escaped from human traffickers, and now I've run into an old drug addict.

Is his bad luck just going to continue?
(End of this chapter)