Douluo Continent: From Internal Martial Arts to the Law of Heaven and Earth

Just as the group was talking, a scantily clad waitress came up and blocked Xue Qinghe and Tang Shan's way. She first handed them two flyers, then took out two more from her bosom and gave them to Gu Yue and Dugu Yan.

"Thank you."

Tang Shan smiled and took it, just about to look through it, when another note with writing on it was handed to him.

"Hello, I'm Xiaomei. If you need anything tomorrow, you can find the staff at the Soul Arena and give them this work number. They will pass it on to me, and I will come to your side immediately."

The young woman, dressed in light clothing, looked up at Tang Shan and, gazing at his face—a face that could be described as the pinnacle of human beauty—her cheeks instantly flushed. As she spoke, she deliberately emphasized the word "needs," her eyes carrying a hint of ambiguity.

In Xue Qinghe's eyes, it seemed as if a flame of gold mixed with black was burning. If he hadn't forcibly restrained himself, he would have probably exploded on the spot. Dugu Yan's eyes were instantly covered with a layer of frost, his gaze as cold as ice, staring intently at the young lady.

Gu Yue looked at Xue Qinghe with curiosity and confusion, tilting her head to look at Dugu Yan, her little face full of doubt—how could these two human girls have such a violent fluctuation in their mental power just because they met a stranger?

P.S.: Tomorrow I'll fight Zhao Wuji, then skip the preliminaries and qualifying rounds, heading straight to Wuhun City. Finally, I'll be asking for monthly votes along the way, anything I can ask for.

Chapter 221 The various forces in the VIP box, Xiong Jun arrives.

Night quietly descended upon the sky, the hustle and bustle of the day faded away, and in the blink of an eye, it was the next night.

In a simple inn, Flander and Zao Wou-Ki sat facing each other, the atmosphere somewhat somber.

"Old Zhao, haven't you found out who our opponent is from that evil earth yet?"

Flander frowned, somewhat annoyed.

"I couldn't find out."

Zhao Wuji helplessly spread his hands, "Brother Xie Tu is too tight-lipped. If he doesn't want to talk, I can't ask too many questions."

Flander's lips twitched slightly. He really wanted to complain about Zhao Wuji's way of addressing the Earl of Evil Earth, but he forcibly held back.

He rubbed his throbbing temples and pondered for a moment before speaking: "Never mind, it was within our expectations that you were challenged right after you signed up. I'll say it again, fight with all your might and don't show any weakness, otherwise it will easily arouse suspicion from others."

Zhao Wuji nodded, glancing at the deep night outside the window: "It's getting late, I'll head to the Soul Arena now?"

Flanders nodded.

The next moment, Zhao Wuji's burly figure leaped out of the window and disappeared into the thick night in a few bounds.

Flander walked slowly to the window, watched his figure disappear completely, then turned around and tidied himself up, preparing to head to the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena to see for himself who Zhao Wuji's opponent was this time.

……

The daytime matches at the Heavenly Battle Arena had long since ended, but instead of returning to silence as usual, they were even more noisy and bustling—the news of the Soul Saint Battle had already spread like wildfire among the spectators.

That's a Soul Saint, a top-tier powerhouse in the Soul Master world. Ordinary people would rarely even get to see him. Now, he's going to have a Soul Battle in public. How could such a spectacle not pique everyone's interest?

Moreover, we've grown tired of the battles between Soul Masters and Soul Sects on a daily basis. How can they compare to the thrilling and exciting clashes between Soul Saints?

The tournament is held every year, but Soul Saint Soul Battle missed this one, and who knows how many more years it will take.

Even the residents of Tiandou City, who had long been accustomed to watching several tournaments and had long since lost interest, brought their families and friends out of their homes and flocked towards the Tiandou Grand Soul Arena.

Everyone had the same thought: it was fine to get tired of the Soul Venerable and Soul Sect battles, but a duel at the Soul Saint level was something they absolutely could not miss.

Tickets for the Soul Arena were sold out long ago. Even so, a large number of people who failed to get tickets gathered outside the arena and refused to leave. Some even suggested selling standing tickets, saying they would be willing to stand the whole time.

……

"Earl of the Evil Land!"

A staff member hurried along, jogging to a simple door, pushed it open, and shouted loudly at the obese figure standing by the window.

Without turning his head, Xie Tu said with a hint of impatience, "I already said, what should you call me during work hours?"

"The Evil Earth Supervisor."

The staff had long been used to his temperament and had no choice but to change how they addressed him.

"Very well, speak now, what's the matter that you're in such a hurry?"

"Uncle, reporting to the supervisor, a large number of audience members who couldn't get tickets are complaining and strongly demanding that standing tickets be made available."

The staff member's mouth twitched unconsciously, but he quickly tried to cover it up and got down to business.

“Standing tickets, that’s not necessarily a bad thing.” Xie Tu pondered for a moment and then said, “Go and take stock of the areas where you can see the arena but don’t have seats, and allocate standing ticket quotas according to the size of the areas.”

The staff member nodded slightly, then asked, "Should we also arrange standing tickets for the audience?"

"No need." Xie Tu simply refused. "Arranging standing tickets for the audience would easily affect the viewing experience of seated audience members. If word gets out, others will say that our Tian Dou Grand Soul Arena is being greedy."

"Yes, supervisor."

The staff member acknowledged the order and, seeing that Xie Tu had no further instructions, quietly withdrew.

Xie Tu remained standing by the window, gazing at the surging crowd outside the ticket booth. His eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled the message delivered by someone from the Crown Prince's residence a few days prior. A golden light flashed in his eyes: A Soul Venerable challenging a Soul Saint—is there truly such a heaven-defying existence in this world? I'd like to see it for myself.

"Dad, I'm here!"

The door was pushed open again, and a round figure squeezed in—it was Xie Fei.

"Dad, your door is way too narrow. It's hard for me to squeeze in. How do you usually get in and out with your size?"

While complaining, Xie Fei struggled to get himself off the door frame.

Xie Tu curled his lip, his tone full of disdain: "That's because your development of our martial soul is too superficial. If you could move around as nimbly as I do, it wouldn't be difficult to defeat a Soul Master who is a level above you."

Xie Fei ignored his father's nagging, moved closer to him, and asked with a face full of curiosity, "Dad, you still haven't told me why you called me over here?"

"I'll show you a battle of Soul Saints," Xie Tu replied.

"I've seen Soul Saint Battles before. If I had known it was this, I would have preferred to stay home and sleep a little longer," Xie Fei muttered with a sullen face.

"This battle is different from the past; it's sure to give you a surprise." Xie Tu kept everyone in suspense, recalling his son's fairly good relationship with Tang Shan, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, but he didn't explain any further.

……

Inside the main battle area of ​​the Heavenly Battle Arena, in VIP Box No. 1.

Emperor Xueye sat upright in his chair, looking down at the audience who were entering the arena one after another. He could not hide his smugness and turned to Ning Fengzhi beside him, asking, "Sect Master Ning, what are your thoughts on tonight's Soul Battle?"

Ning Fengzhi's gaze first fell on Xue Qinghe, who was to the left and behind Emperor Xue Ye. His eyes were full of anticipation and amazement. He then said, "This will probably be a battle of souls that will be recorded in the history of the continent. A Soul Venerable challenging a Soul Saint. If it is not something that will be repeated in the future, it will at least be an unprecedented feat."

"Yes, I was quite shocked when Qinghe told me about this," Emperor Xueye replied with a smile. "Who would have thought that Tang Shan, whom we recruited in Iron Wall City, would have such terrifying talent? However, Xie Tu has been keeping the identity of Golden Bear Soul Saint's opponent a secret, so when Tang Shan makes his appearance, it will probably attract a lot of controversy."

He seemed to be complaining, but the smugness in his tone was impossible to hide.

Ning Fengzhi's expression stiffened, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

Heaven knows what turmoil he felt when he learned that Tang Shan was going to challenge the Soul Saint. He wanted to slap himself: How could he have misjudged Tang Shan and let Xue Qinghe get such a good deal? If he had recruited Tang Shan into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School earlier, how could Emperor Xue Ye have had the chance to show off in front of him?

Ning Fengzhi knew perfectly well that although Tang Shan was only a Soul Venerable, his strength was absolutely comparable to a peak Soul Emperor. Otherwise, Emperor Xue Ye would never have been so at ease letting him participate in the Soul Saint Battle. A Soul Venerable who could rival a Soul Emperor—such talent was truly monstrous. At this moment, Ning Fengzhi was filled with endless regret.

Sitting next to Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo Chen Xin maintained his calm and composed demeanor on the surface, but his eyes, which had been open at some point and were fixed on the Soul Arena below, had already revealed the turmoil in his heart.

……

Inside VIP Box No. 2.

Salas occupied the entire box by himself, looking down at the bustling stands below, his smile impossible to hide.

"Tangshan, what a Tangshan! A Soul Master challenging a Soul Saint, this talent is simply..."

He couldn't help but click his tongue, unable to find the right words to describe the shock he felt.

Emperor Xueye, Ning Fengzhi, you probably never dreamed that Tang Shan was actually a member of our Spirit Hall.

He stroked his chin, his face full of smug satisfaction. "However..."

Salas's thoughts shifted, and he remembered something, his face showing some distress: Emperor Xueye ordered the young master to chase after Dugu Yan, how should he report this to his superiors?

There's also a prodigy like Tang Shan, who is ostensibly from the Heaven Dou Empire. If the Spirit Hall doesn't take any action, it will inevitably arouse suspicion. But if they do take action, given Tang Shan's strength, at least a Title Douluo would have to be sent to make things safe. However, a Title Douluo cannot appear openly by the side of the Heaven Dou Crown Prince. If there is no Title Douluo to stop him, how can Tang Shan pretend to escape from the hands of a Title Douluo?

"Forget it, let's just report it to the authorities and let the other retainers have a headache." Salas quickly came to his senses: I only need to secretly assist the young master and openly maintain a confrontation with the Crown Prince of Tiandou. Why should I worry about so many other things?

After figuring things out, Salas felt much better, and his gaze towards the Soul Arena held a newfound anticipation.

……

Inside VIP Box No. 3.

A huge ceramic plate was placed in the center of the table, with layers of meat skewers piled up like a small hill.

Gu Yue sat in the middle, holding a long bamboo skewer in her hand, slowly chewing on the meat skewer;

Dugu Yan, leaning back on the sofa beside her, glanced at Gu Yue, who was still talking non-stop, and said speechlessly, "How on earth can you eat so much?"

Gu Yue wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth and answered in a serious and matter-of-fact manner: "My physique is special, and I need a lot of food to replenish my body during cultivation. Besides, these are not for me alone."

Although Dugu Yan was dissatisfied with Gu Yue's constant clinging to Tang Shan, she didn't hold a grudge. Besides, Gu Yue was usually very approachable, and the two got along quite well when Tang Shan wasn't around.

Hearing the other person's words, Dugu Yan was somewhat taken aback: "You mean Senior Biji? That's impossible. When I usually see her, she doesn't seem like she can eat that much."

Looking at the overflowing pile of meat skewers on the table, her suspicions deepened.

“It’s not Senior Brigitte, it’s another elder from my family who’s coming. You can call him Lord Xiong.”

As soon as Gu Yue finished speaking, the door to the private room opened. Dugu Yan subconsciously turned around and saw Bi Ji, dressed in a light green dress, walking in front of her, followed by a middle-aged man.

The man's physique was exaggerated to the extreme, standing at about 2.4 meters tall. He was exceptionally strong, with arms as thick as an average person's waist and abdomen, bulging muscles, and swollen deltoids like two small mountains. His joints were large, and his skin had a faint dark golden sheen. He had short, neat, dark golden hair, and his eyes flashed with a terrifyingly fierce light.

Dugu Yan subconsciously opened her mouth wide, looking in astonishment at the burly and strong man behind her, and then at the slender and graceful Gu Yue. She simply couldn't believe that the two of them could come from the same family.

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Chapter 222 Blue Lightning's Scheme, The Battle Begins

"Master, young master, I've arrived."

Upon entering the room, the burly man immediately greeted her, but before he could utter "My Lord," he smoothly changed it to "Young Master" under Biji's gaze.

Even so, Dugu Yan was still taken aback. Gu Yue had clearly said that he was a family elder, so why did the other party call her "Young Master" without saying a word?

Gu Yue glanced at Xiong Jun with a hint of helplessness and explained to Dugu Yan, "They are actually my family's subordinates, so they are my elders. It's not wrong for them to call me Young Master."

Dugu Yan suddenly realized, and Xiong Jun also realized that he had almost given himself away, so he quickly tried to salvage the situation: "That's right, that's exactly what happened."

His voice was deep and resonant, like muffled thunder, causing the private room to tremble slightly.

"What are your orders, young master?"

After his identity was confirmed, Xiong Jun stepped forward and took the initiative to ask questions.

"It's alright for now. Please sit down and have something to eat."

Gu Yue gave the instructions.

Xiong Jun didn't stand on ceremony and brought over a large sofa, sitting down on it with his massive body.