Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King

Although, to some extent, he could also be considered an evil spirit master.

Chapter 6 Promotion to 'Sequence Eight' Scammer

Sit cross-legged and calm your mind. Meditation begins with quietude; feel yourself and feel nature. This is the first step.

Nan Fusheng's mind was already free of distractions, and he quickly calmed down. His consciousness silently sensed his insect-like martial soul, feeling the not-so-strong but undeniably present soul power. For initial meditation, this step was sufficient. First, sense his martial soul and soul power, maintaining a close connection between his spirit and them. Only after this step was accomplished could he proceed to true meditation.

In his mind, the insect martial spirit was slowly wriggling. Nan Fusheng suddenly felt that he seemed to sense something from the insect world.

Although it is small, it may still be possible for it to break free of its cocoon and transform into a butterfly when the time is right.

These tiny insects possess remarkable resilience; they are the most numerous insects on the continent, and they have existed tenaciously for millions of years.

Even powerful spirit beasts are on the verge of extinction, but insects still live on this land just as they did tens of thousands of years ago.

A faint realization dawned on Nan Fusheng, who vaguely sensed tiny entities in the air silently flowing into his body and merging into his still very weak soul power. This fusion was slow and involved a small number of beings.

But he could feel his soul power gradually increasing during this fusion. Even if it was just a tiny, steady increase, it was very stable and continuous.

After an unknown amount of time, Nan Fusheng naturally awoke from his meditative state, feeling refreshed all over. Was this the feeling of cultivating soul power? Not bad.

Nan Fusheng sensed that his soul power was almost at level two, and he only needed to cultivate for another day to break through.

The cultivation of soul power from Soul Warrior to Soul Master is not difficult. As long as you have innate soul power, even if you are only at half a level, you can reach level ten smoothly as long as you are willing to work hard. The only difference is the length of time it takes.

Although Nan Fusheng only possessed level one innate soul power, which he obtained through theft, his physical attributes were not low. The "Drug" system itself was a gradual progression from "human" to "god," and he was currently cultivating at a speed roughly equivalent to level three innate soul power.

Just then, an excited shout came from next door: "Great! I have a little sister!"

Upon hearing this voice, Nan Fusheng knew that the Silver Dragon King Na'er had officially moved into Tang Wulin's house, which meant he also needed to speed up his progress. At the same time, he could also carry out an experiment he had previously envisioned.

Nan Fusheng slowly closed his eyes, concentrating intently as he recalled a few words:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Lord."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun."

"The God of Blessing and Prosperity Xuanhuang."

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."

Nan Fusheng kept repeating these words to himself. Suddenly, he felt as if the air around him had stopped flowing and become thick and eerie.

Even though his eyes were closed, Nan Fusheng felt a light explode in front of him.

Nan Fusheng opened his eyes, and the pervasive gray mist reflected in them, hazy, indistinct, and boundless.

After entering the Source Castle, Nan Fusheng continued to mutter the phrase "The Scammer's Potion." A ball of light, interwoven with gold, yellow, and red, slowly appeared before him.

Nan Fusheng reached out and grabbed the ball of light, opened his mouth, and threw it in—the whole process was done in one smooth motion, without the slightest hesitation.

He was absolutely certain that he was now like a steamed shrimp, while his spirit had been detached, turning into fine needles, infused with drops of magic potion, piercing into each and every cell.

It was a feeling of being able to "observe" cells without a microscope. Nan Fusheng stood there and "saw" the intruder enter the most minute areas of his body.

In those few seconds, he felt like a robot undergoing a transformation of its parts and circuitry.

After an unknown amount of time, Nan Fusheng saw his own image in his mind, as if he could hear himself singing through his in-ear monitor.

With the help of this eerie reflection, Nan Fusheng discovered that he could accurately grasp facial expressions and body movements.

At this point, he knew clearly that he had successfully been promoted and had become a "fraudster".

Nan Fusheng withdrew from "Source Castle" and began to familiarize himself with his own abilities:

Charm: Can enhance charm.

Eloquence: Making your words highly persuasive.

Psychological interference: Creating illusions to deceive the opponent.

Fraudsters take pleasure in deceiving others and are skilled at deception. They are also agile and quick in action.

As mentioned before, "potions" need to be digested. Normally, it takes one to two years to digest a Sequence Nine "potion" through acting. The fastest is one month.

Nan Fusheng, on the other hand, took about six years. There was nothing that could be done about it; no family could produce an extraordinary child from the very beginning.

Nan Fusheng officially played the role when he was 4 to 5 years old. He had just finished digesting the "magic potion" when he was about to awaken his martial spirit.

Nan Fusheng is now sensing his own situation. His soul power has successfully reached level two, and his physical fitness has been further enhanced. His current cultivation speed is roughly equivalent to level five of innate soul power. After the "magic potion" is digested, he will probably be able to advance even further.

However, there is still another problem, and that is money.

Becoming a Soul Master requires money. Ten thousand years ago, he could hunt Soul Beasts, but now Soul Beasts are almost extinct. The only way to become a Soul Master is to buy Soul Spirits.

Unfortunately, spirits are very expensive. Given Nan Fusheng's family's situation, the cheapest spirit they can buy right now is the randomly drawn one, which costs only...

Thirty thousand federal coins.

Nan Fusheng's family was not wealthy. "Poverty" was the source of all the arguments. Nan Fusheng's father left home three months after he was born, and his mother was made into a "secret doll" by him. Under such circumstances, they still had to support him to grow up smoothly, and most of the family's money was consumed.

So when Nan Fusheng was a little over 4 years old, he would sometimes do odd jobs, going wherever there was a need. Obviously, most industries don't need a child laborer, since the federal government has laws against hiring child laborers, except for "Soul Masters".

Those who would recruit Nan Fusheng fall into two categories: those who pity him and want to help him, and human traffickers. To the former, Nan Fusheng would only ask for food as payment. To the latter, he would steal from them without hesitation.

Through careful budgeting, plus occasional meals with petty thugs and the family inheritance, he managed to scrape together around 30,000 federal dollars.

Chapter 7 Introduction to the Main Character's Path Names

Diviner, clown, magician, faceless man, puppeteer, sorcerer, ancient scholar, miracle worker, mysterious servant, fool.

"Incorrect Path" Sequence Nine to Sequence Zero:

Thief, con artist, codebreaker, fire thief, dream thief, parasite, deceiver, Trojan horse of fate, time worm, mistake.

"Gate Path" Sequence Nine to Sequence Zero:

Apprentice, magician, astrologer, recorder, traveler, sorcerer, wanderer, planeswalker, key to the star, door.

Lord of Mysteries (Old Days):

Promotion requirement: "Source Castle"

The uniqueness of "Fool", "Mistake", and "Door"

+1 "Mysterious Waiter" Extraordinary Feature

+1 "Time Worm" Extraordinary Ability

+1 Star Key Extraordinary trait.

Chapter 8: How to Play the Conman

A night of meditation made him feel increasingly close to his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, to the point that he had a special affinity for it.

It was a figure ahead that caught his attention.

"Fusheng, over here."

Tang Wulin saw his good friend and couldn't wait to share his joy at the birth of his "little sister".

Nan Fusheng listened quietly. At this moment, Tang Wulin suddenly noticed that his friend's face seemed to be "red" and his hands seemed to be a little purple. Upon closer inspection, several crisscrossing scars appeared, and there seemed to be a handprint on his face.

"Fusheng, what happened to your injuries? Did someone bully you?"

Tang Wulin saw that his good friend seemed to have been bullied, so he quickly asked him what was wrong.

"It's okay. I'm used to it."

Nan Fusheng, on the other hand, seemed indifferent. No matter how much Tang Wulin pressed him for an answer, he received none. Even the excitement he felt yesterday at getting a "little sister" was somewhat dampened.

The atmosphere between the two became somewhat silent, and they eventually arrived at the school.

The Soul Master class doesn't study Soul Master knowledge every day; instead, they alternate between Soul Master knowledge one day and academic classes the next. Today is their turn for academic classes.

Nan Fusheng wasn't enthusiastic about academic subjects, but Tang Wulin listened attentively and even received praise from the teacher.

After school at Hongshan College...

"Mom, why did you come to pick me up? Where's Na'er?" Tang Wulin saw Lang Yue as soon as he stepped out of the school gate after school.

A hint of heartache flashed in Lang Yue's eyes as she quickly walked over and picked up her son.

"Mom, put me down! I'm a big kid now. It'll be so embarrassing if my classmates see this!"

Lang Yue chuckled, "No matter how old you are, you're still my son."

Nan Fusheng, who was standing beside her, said, "Hello, Auntie."

"Oh, it's Xiao Fusheng. Did Xiao Wulin cause you any trouble today?" Lang Yue said, patting Nan Fusheng's head.

"Little Fusheng, what happened to your body?"

At this moment, Lang Yue noticed the scars on Nan Fusheng's body. Although the scars had gradually faded, it was still clear that they were recent. Nan Fusheng did not have these scars when he visited their home yesterday.

“If anyone bullies you, you can tell Auntie, and Auntie will help you get justice,” Lang Yue said.

Nan Fusheng shook his head: "Auntie, thank you for your concern, but it's nothing. I have some things to take care of at home, so I'll head back first." Nan Fusheng declined Lang Yue's offer, thanked her, and then left.

Lang Yue frowned. Although she had only met Nan Fusheng recently, she had a good impression of this well-behaved child. However, since Nan Fusheng was unwilling to explain why, she couldn't force him.

Lang Yue snapped out of her reverie, remembering what had happened at school that day. She knelt down and said to Tang Wulin, "Mom took you to Uncle Mangtian's place. Do you really want to learn forging?"