Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, the Fangtian Halberd, Empowers Me with Filial Piety

Chapter 221 Life Contract? The Incompetent Yali!

"That's really interesting!"

After putting away the Angelic Holy Sword, Jiang Yi lay back on the bed and chuckled softly.

The love story between Holy Spirit Douluo and Sky Douluo is a tale that people across the continent often talk about.

But if one day, my godmother finds out the truth, will our current affection continue?
Moreover, Cai Yue'er's soul is still in his hands...

"I wonder what choice you will make, Yali's mother..."

Jiang Yi licked his lips and murmured to himself.

He knew he wasn't a good person, and if given the chance, he wouldn't hesitate to stab Ya Li and Yun Ming in the back.

His adoptive parents were just experience points for him; it was all just a charade, and naturally, there was no real affection between them.

But what kind of backstab is considered a backstab?

Of his several adoptive parents, Ya Li and Yun Ming are the most likely to betray him.

In a few years, the Ghost Emperor will be ready. Yunmingbao is going to the heavens. We'll see if we can send Yali up with him when the time comes.

If Yali can "come to her senses," I might be able to lend her a hand.

Jiang Yi stroked his chin, pondering to himself.

With the Angelic Holy Sword, the inherited artifact of the Angel God, fusing that fragment of the Angel God's position was not a difficult task for him.

However, Jiang Yi doesn't have any particular thoughts about the Angel God for the time being.

This is ultimately just a fragment of a divine position, not a complete one. In the original story, Yun Ming only managed to grasp a small part of it before he died.

Moreover, even if the angelic divine position is painstakingly reconstructed, it will only be a first-level god, and the upper limit of the inherited divine position is still low.

With such strength, let alone betraying Tang San's father, he couldn't even get past Dai Yuhao, the loyal dog of the Tang family.

Jiang Yi would not choose this path unless absolutely necessary; otherwise, all those years of serving three masters would have been for nothing.

"Yali's mother, I hope you won't be ungrateful..."

Jiang Yi narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

Faced with the inevitable return of the divine realm, he must cultivate a group of loyal supporters.

Given Yali's talent in the path of faith, it's not impossible for her to inherit the position of angel after shedding the burden of Yunming.

However, the power of being obsessed with love in Douluo Continent far surpasses that of others, and Ya Li might already be enjoying it.

If they really can't be subdued, they'll have no choice but to "sacrifice their own family for the greater good."

"However, having said that, since the angels still have a legacy in Douluo Continent, what about the other Rakshasa God...?"

Jiang Yi's thoughts shifted, and suddenly another question came to mind.

Logically speaking, when a deity falls from grace, their divine position should only return to the divine realm and not disappear.

Both Rakshasa and angels perished on Douluo Continent, so it's not impossible that the Rakshasa God also left his mark.

For ten thousand years, powerful figures from all sides of the continent have been dedicated to exploring various small worlds and ancient ruins, and have indeed found many good things, including some divine artifacts.

One of the most prized assets of the ancient family is a Medusa Soul-Capturing Card, which contains a remnant soul of a level three god.

"Never mind, time to sleep."

Jiang Yi shook his head, bringing his wandering thoughts back to the present.

A first-level god is a main god, and is a high-level combat force in the god realm, unlike those lowly mediocre people.

Now that the realm of gods has disappeared, finding their legacy is like searching for a needle in a haystack unless the divine artifact chooses its own master.

I'm already pretty lucky to have found an angelic artifact.

Shaking his head, Jiang Yi stopped thinking about it, pulled the covers over himself, and fell into a deep sleep.

……

In the days that followed, life at the academy returned to its usual tranquility. The new semester began, and Tang Wuling and the others returned to their classes to continue their arduous studies.

Shrek Academy, Foreign Languages ​​Office.

"Godmother, there's something going on at the Tang Clan, I'll go there first."

Jiang Yi glanced at the message on the communicator, stood up, and waved to Ya Li beside him.

During this time, apart from his daily cultivation, he spent his time by Ya Li's side.

In Shrek Academy's inner court, instruction is one-on-one, and Ya Li has essentially accepted being Jiang Yi's inner court tutor. Oh, and she's also a part-time mom…

"Okay! Go early and come back early, and remember to come back for dinner."

Ya Li smiled and nodded, giving Jiang Yi a gentle smile.

A week has passed since they adopted Jiang Yi as their godson. Spending so much time together these past few days has allowed the two of them to become more and more immersed in their respective roles.

Jiang Yi was well-behaved, sensible, and reasonable; he was exactly the kind of child she had always dreamed of.

"Okay, Godmother!"

Jiang Yi quickly put on his coat, waved to her, turned around, and left, closing the door behind him.

"This child..."

Yali watched his light and quick retreating figure and smiled unconsciously.

After more than half a year of rest and recuperation, the academy has emerged from the shadow of the previous deaths of Cai Yue'er and others, and is once again thriving.

She and Ming-ge also adopted a new child, and watching the two siblings play and fight was her favorite thing to do.

"Sigh! It's a pity we still couldn't succeed."

Yali suddenly lowered her head, sighed softly, and a hint of disappointment appeared on her pretty face.

With her long-desired family complete, her long-dormant heart stirred once more, urging her to once again strive for the Limit Douluo title.

Unfortunately, it ultimately failed...

Every time she was about to break through, her momentum would suddenly dissipate like a deflated balloon.

"Brother Ming, Ya Li is holding you back."

Yali touched her chest with a dejected expression, where there was a gaping abyss that seemed to devour her life force.

This is the root cause of the illness left over from back then.

The loss of one's own life essence is like an hourglass, constantly draining away life force until death.

The only saving grace was that, on the other side of her body, a gentle stream was constantly flowing in, replenishing the life force she had lost.

Although not much, combined with the power of faith she absorbed from the outside world, the two achieved a perfect balance with her fading life force.

……

After leaving Shrek Academy, Jiang Yi went straight to the Tang Sect headquarters next door.

"Where are they? Steward Guo? Weren't they supposed to be from the Body Sect...? I haven't seen a single one."

As soon as Jiang Yi stepped into the Tang Clan headquarters, he heard a clearly impatient voice.

Inside the main hall, Guo Xiaoxu, the head of the headquarters, pressed his forehead and looked at the young woman in the white robe in front of him, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

“Researcher Ling, this is not my responsibility…”

"Where is the person in charge? They transferred me from the core project team just to leave me here waiting?"

Ling Zichen crossed his arms, looking resentful.

She's a shell expert, researching fusion, not a doctor. Bringing her here for these research topics is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

If all else fails, at least let her study mecha...

"Ahem, Jiang Yi, you've finally arrived."

Just then, Guo Xiaoxu, with her sharp eyes, spotted Jiang Yi walking in and, as if seeing a savior, hurriedly called out to him.

Ling Zichen is the most dazzling research genius in the Tang Sect in recent years. He was awarded the title of chief researcher as soon as he turned twenty, but he is also known for his straightforward and impulsive temper.

Moreover, her parents died in the line of duty during an experimental study at the Tang Sect. With all these advantages combined, even the deputy sect leader would have a headache.

"Ok?"

Ling Zichen turned his head at the sound and his gaze fell on the boy who walked in.

He looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, his face still showing some immaturity, but his eyes were calm and unlike those of his peers.

The person Uncle Zang made her wait for... was it him?

Her brows furrowed even more, and the feeling of being treated perfunctorily grew stronger.

Could it be that I'm supposed to be the one to soothe the child?

(End of this chapter)