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

Chapter 60 Your Flower Crown is Beautiful

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"how did you do that?"

Qian Renxue was a little confused.

Not meditating, not even concentrating to the highest degree, and even distracted by talking to her, is that what meditation is?

“Talent,” Xuanming said.

"What talent?" Qian Renxue asked in confusion.

She had never heard of such a talent before.

"You don't mean to say multitask, do you?" Qian Renxue said.

"There is no such thing as multitasking in meditation; you must be completely focused and absolutely concentrated."

“I have two hearts,” Xuanming said.

Qian Renxue was taken aback. "Two hearts?"

"Just consider this as my beast spirit mutating, causing me to have a split personality," Xuanming said.

A normal person has only one thought, so one cannot do other things while meditating.

The meditation will be interrupted if the slightest distracting thought arises.

However, he had two ideas, and theoretically, he could concentrate on two completely unrelated things at the same time.

For example, you can be fully focused on meditation while talking to someone.

He could even fight someone while simultaneously meditating and recovering with complete focus.

It's like filling a swimming pool with water while simultaneously adding water, except the rate at which the water is added is far slower than the rate at which the water is filled.

However, with this ability, in a close contest, his endurance will definitely be longer than his opponent's.

“Schizophrenia…” Qian Renxue’s expression was somewhat unnatural.

"You've only been practicing cultivation for a few months, haven't you? How can you control two thoughts at the same time?"

Simultaneously controlling two thoughts sounds much more difficult than multitasking.

Someone who has just started cultivating probably hasn't even fully figured out how to circulate their soul power yet, so where would they find the time to study this?
“The Pope taught me,” Xuanming said.

Bibi Dong's ability to multitask is similar in principle to his two thoughts.

Following the method taught to him by Bibi Dong, he tried to control the two thoughts and barely succeeded, but the efficiency was not high and there was a very obvious primary and secondary relationship.

When he is fully focused on one thought during meditation, another thought can only do simple things, or even think too much, otherwise it will interfere with his meditation.

This is not just a matter of skill level, but also a matter of mental strength.

“The Pope…” Qian Renxue frowned slightly.

"Are you trying to say she has ulterior motives towards me again?" Xuanming opened his eyes and stopped cultivating.

"She had ulterior motives towards me. She helped me when she should have and when she shouldn't have."

"She gave what she should have given, and what she shouldn't have given."

"Even if she was just trying to win people over and had ulterior motives, at least she was genuinely trying to win me over and gave me what I needed."

"What about you?"

"I know what you're going to say. I'm still young, I don't understand. Just because someone gives me candy doesn't mean they're good to me. Maybe the candy is poisonous and I'll die if I eat it."

"But for someone who is starving to death, does it matter whether the sugar is poisonous or not?"

He knew very well that Bibi Dong's attitude towards him was definitely not innocent, but how different was it from Qian Renxue's?

Before, he was like a wounded soldier lying in bed about to die. Bibi Dong came up, gave him anesthesia, and performed surgery on him. Although she beat him up in the process, she saved him.

But what about Qian Renxue? She didn't do anything practical; she just stood there cheering him on, giving a critically wounded soldier who was about to die some kind of pep talk: "I'll be with you. You have to believe in yourself. The person who just performed your surgery has ill intentions. Don't believe her!"

Are you kidding me?!

He's wounded! He's dying!
What does he need?
What Qian Renxue did was like those people who run to construction sites and shout slogans, "I have a 20 billion yuan project, just get on the bus!" But then they turn around and take people to the movie theater to watch Nezha!

Was she wrong? No, she wasn't!

But what he needs right now is not Nezha!
“I know you mean me no harm, and I know you want to help me, but you have no idea what I need. You don’t even bother to understand. You just look down on me from a high place and have your own self-righteous empathy,” Xuanming said.

“I know you were born in heaven, and I don’t expect you to understand how someone like me, who was born to struggle in the mud, lives.”

"But please don't put a flower crown that you think looks pretty on my head. I'm still in the mud, I'm still struggling. Even just throwing me a broken plank so I can lie on it and rest for a while would be fine."

"Your floral crown is beautiful, but it doesn't suit me." "..."

Qian Renxue remained silent, truly unsure of what else to say.

It seems that everything she did was just a useless flower crown to Xuanming.

……

The night passed in silence. When Xuanming opened his eyes again, it was already dawn, and Qianrenxue had disappeared.

The morning air was exceptionally cold, carrying a biting chill, but fortunately, he was a beast soul master with a good physique, and could barely withstand it.

The clatter of hooves sounded from afar. Xuanming turned his head and saw a large carriage with gold trim and a pale yellow theme slowly approaching.

Qian Renxue, now wearing a vest, has arrived at Xue Qinghe.

"Xuan Ming!"

Before the carriage even arrived, Xue Qinghe poked his head out and called out in their direction.

Xuanming sighed, stood up, and prepared to perform.

I only hope that when Qian Renxue is in charge of Xue Qinghe, she can maintain her status as a prince and keep her distance from him.

Otherwise... he might offend someone.

"She...left?"

After a heartfelt exchange of pleasantries, Xue Qinghe looked around with feigned confusion, as if searching for someone.

“I don’t know. I opened my eyes and she was gone,” Xuanming said.

"I see..." Xue Qinghe didn't say much more and led Xuanming into the carriage.

"You've been missing for so long, everyone actually thinks you're dead. After we get back to the city, I'll take you to the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy to meet Yanzi and the others."

"Them?" Xuanming paused.

"Do they still remember me?"

Xue Qinghe was taken aback. "Of course I remember. Why would you say that?"

“I only knew them for a few days, so it’s normal that I’ve forgotten them,” Xuanming said.

From the time he was brought back to Tiandou City by Dugu Bo and caused that series of incidents, to the time he was kidnapped by Yue Guan and taken back to Wuhun City in Sunset Forest, it was actually less than ten days.

He had only known Dugu Yan and the others for a few days, which... for a child, might already be considered friendship.

However, he had no time to pay attention to these things at the time.

“They were all very worried about you. Poison Douluo searched for you for a long time in Sunset Forest. He even went all the way to the Kingdom of Barak to look for you,” Xue Qinghe said.

"The Kingdom of Barak?" Xuanming looked puzzled.

"why?"

"Poison Douluo said that the disturbance of the soul beasts that night was very strange. The commotion caused by the autumn hunt alone was definitely not enough to provoke so many ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts deep in the Sunset Forest," Xue Qinghe said.

"Moreover, you disappeared with Barth. After learning about your relationship with Barth, Poison Douluo suspected that it was the Barak royal family who were behind it. They created that farce to muddy the waters because they were afraid of his revenge if he found out."

"Then, he rushed into the royal city of Barak."

Xuanming's expression was somewhat unnatural. "Dugu Yan sent him?"

"No, that's not it. Yanzi didn't think of it that way. It was Poison Douluo who came up with it himself," Xue Qinghe said.

"Poison Douluo said that you still have a debt with him. If you really die in the Barak royal family's scheme, at least he will help you get revenge, which can be considered as settling your debt."

"He really knows right from wrong." Xuanming was speechless, unsure how to comment on that shameless old man.

"and after?"

“He investigated in the Barak royal city for a while and found that the matter had nothing to do with the Barak royal family. Now… I don’t know where he went,” Xue Qinghe said.

"Didn't he return to Tiandou City?" Xuanming asked.

Xue Qinghe shook his head. "No, even Yanzi doesn't know where he went."

"Perhaps he has gone into seclusion somewhere."

"Seclusion..." Xuanming's expression was somewhat unnatural.

Could it be that Dugu Bo went for a stroll in Wuhun City?

(End of this chapter)