Douluo V: Taking advantage of Xiao Wu's naivety, I tricked her into becoming my wife.

(The ten Fiery Sun Serpents captured in the City of Slaughter, see Chapter 243)

Meng Yiran's breath caught in her throat.

Although, with her current strength, she has no problem dealing with the other party, especially with Ye Hua also present.

But this atmosphere was so oppressive, so unsettling!

The Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent was brought out from the Hell Road. It was first found in the Jade Bracelet and later kept in the Demiplane.

Several years have passed, and after absorbing the energy of the demiplane and molting several times, its strength has grown stronger and stronger, comparable to a 90,000-year-old soul beast!

"Once your strength increases, you can try for a 100,000-year soul ring."

"But souls that are 100,000 years old are rare and hard to find."

"So, I didn't interfere with the seventh soul skill. You all chose 90,000-year-old soul beasts, right?"

Ye Hua pointed at Meng Yiran, "Look, Great Serpent, this is the opportunity I'm giving you."

"When her soul becomes a god, wouldn't it be better to take you with her than to work for the Asura God?"

"Hiss! Hiss hiss hiss!" The ten-headed Fiery Sun Serpent wept, its tail cautiously coiling around Ye Hua's wrist.

Ye Hua slapped his hand away, "Stop being so dramatic! You've been eating and drinking for free in this demiplane for so long, you should be content, right?"

"Auspicious beast!" the ten-headed Fiery Sun Serpent cried pitifully, "I can't bear to part with you!"

"Get lost! You're just reluctant to part with the pure soul power in your demiplane, aren't you!"

If you continue to be lazy and gluttonous, I'll throw you back to hell!

"No!" The ten-headed Fiery Sun Serpents immediately cowered and bowed their heads obsequiously to Meng Yiran.

"Let's begin, I'll help you."

Moved, Meng Yiran looked at the protagonist and, with his help, began to absorb the soul.

But at that moment, Tie Xiong's report came through the microphone.

"What?" Ye Hua exclaimed in surprise, "You mean Tang San and Yu Xiaogang...?"

Chapter 404 Yu Xiaogang's Limited-Time Return (Part Two)

The layout of the restaurants on East Street in Tiandou City is different from other places.

Facing the street was a right-angled counter with rows of rough porcelain wine bowls.

Behind the cabinet stand several wine jars, each about half a person's height, and hot water is kept inside so that the wine can be warmed at any time.

The laborers in short coats and the traveling merchants passing by would often take out a copper coin after finishing their work around noon or evening, buy a bowl of turbid wine, stand by the counter, and drink it hot while resting.

If one is willing to spend gold soul coins, one can enjoy fine wine and food, stroll into a private room on the second floor, and leisurely sit and drink. However, most of these customers are ordinary people who are short of money and generally do not have such extravagance.

Yu Xiaogang was the only person wearing a long gown who stood outside the counter drinking.

He was of medium height, with a gaunt face and a bald head except for sparse gray hairs on his temples, resembling gnawed corncobs.

His face always carried a sense of gloom and frustration, and there were old bruises on his cheekbones, probably from some creditor.

The long gown was originally made of black and gold brocade, but now it has been washed until it is grayish, the cuffs are frayed, the collar is stained with oil, and it smells strangely of a mixture of old oil and sweat.

He always likes to quote classical texts when he speaks, such as "the ten core competencies of martial spirit" and "theory guides practice".

While others were completely confused, he became even more enthusiastic, tugging at their sleeves and talking nonstop.

Because his surname is Yu and he always likes to call himself a "master", the drinkers call him "Master Yu" half mockingly and half jokingly!

He didn't refuse at all. Whenever someone called him that, he would puff out his chest, as if he truly deserved the title!

When Yu Xiaogang arrived at the shop, all the customers smiled at him.

"Master Yu, you have new bruises on your face!"

He didn't answer, but waved his hand towards the counter, "Warm a bowl of wine and a plate of fennel beans."

He then took out two copper soul coins and placed them on the counter.

Someone else deliberately shouted, "You must have gone to the brothel again to drink on credit and avoid paying for drinks!"

Yu Xiaogang opened his eyes wide and argued, "That's academic exchange! There are also down-on-their-luck Soul Masters in brothels. I go there to give them pointers on their Martial Soul cultivation and have a couple of drinks with them as payment, understand?"

Then came a string of incomprehensible phrases like "Martial Soul Mutation" and "Theoretical Correction," which drew laughter from everyone, filling the shop with a joyful atmosphere.

I overheard people gossiping behind his back that Yu Xiaogang was originally a disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and had written several articles on martial soul theory, making him somewhat famous in the soul master world.

But for some reason, he fell out with the sect and had his soul power destroyed by Alliance Leader Ye Hua, and from then on he wandered the streets.

Relying on his limited education, he initially copied documents for others to make a living.

But he has one bad habit: he's obsessed with saving face!

After copying the book, one always adds a few annotations, criticizing other people's designs as worthless!

It's as if only his theories are authentic!

After several attempts, fewer and fewer people asked him to do their work.

Since he has no income, he inevitably ends up doing things like buying on credit and defaulting on debts!

He had to pay for his drinks at the brothel on credit seven times.

The cloth shop's fabric accounts were five months overdue.

Only Old Wang, who sells fried cakes at the street corner, is always enthusiastic.

"Master! Freshly fried jadeite, wanna come?"

After drinking half a bowl of wine, Yu Xiaogang's gaunt face regained some color.

Another person asked, "Master Yu, have you really studied the core theories of martial spirits?"

He immediately put down his wine bowl, sat up straight, and showed an air of disdain for arguing.

Then someone else chimed in, "Then how come you couldn't even protect your own martial spirit, and it was easily crippled by Alliance Leader Ye?"

Yu Xiaogang froze instantly, all the color draining from his face!

His lips trembled for a long time before he mumbled, "That was...that was an accident!"

"Academic research always requires sacrifice. I'm proving my point with my own life... You wouldn't understand!"

The crowd burst into laughter again, the clinking of wine bowls filling the air with a joyful atmosphere.

At this point, the staff would laugh along, and the manager would never blame them.

Yu Xiaogang knew he couldn't talk to them, so he could only talk to the children.

Do you have soul power?

The child nodded slightly.

"Yes, I'll test you."

"What is the limit for the first spirit ring, and how many years?"

The child thought, "Does someone who looks like a beggar even deserve to take my exam?"

He turned his face away and ignored him.

Yu Xiaogang waited for a long time before earnestly saying, "You can't tell me? I'll teach you, remember!"

"You should remember this knowledge; you'll need it when you hunt for spirit rings in the future!"

The child, both amused and impatient, lazily replied, "Who needs you to teach me!"

"Isn't it just 423 years?"

Yu Xiaogang jumped up, "Hehehehehe!"

"That's my theory! Do you know the limit of the second spirit ring?"

The child grew increasingly impatient, pouting, "But Tang San's first spirit ring is a thirty-year-old Guzhu tree!"

Yu Xiaogang's smile froze.

Everyone burst into laughter.

"You! What do you know!"

"True research on martial spirits lies in theoretical derivation!"

"You bunch of uncouth brutes, you don't even understand the [Soul Mimicry Theory], yet you dare to talk to me about Soul Rings?"

After saying that, he pulled out several crumpled pieces of paper from his pocket, covered with dense writing.

Once it's laid out on the counter, it's time to start talking!

The patrons laughed even harder when they saw that he was serious.

Someone took the opportunity to take his plate of fennel beans and give them to the children nearby.

As Yu Xiaogang was talking, he turned his head and realized that the beans were gone, and he immediately panicked!

Reach out to grab the plate!

"Where are my beans? Where are my beans?"