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

So what if the other party is a member of the royal family? As long as it's not Xue Qinghe, it doesn't matter at all.

Inside the carriage, Xue Qinghe (Qian Renxue) frowned slightly as she looked away. For some reason, her heart had inexplicably skipped a beat just a moment ago. And then there was the look in his eyes.

The badge on the carriage clearly indicated his identity, but why did he show no reverence whatsoever, only complete calm?

"Brother, let's go." Tang Shan called out.

Su Yuntao stopped paying attention to the royal family member. In his view, the other party was just two hands, two legs, and one head, essentially no different from anyone else.

Su Haichao glanced at the carriage a few more times, then at Tang Shan who was coming downstairs, and secretly pondered: I wonder what kind of character this royal prince is, and whether he is suitable for Shanzi to temporarily rely on.

The royal family of the Heavenly Dou Empire is indeed a good choice. However, he is unsure which faction Tang Shan will choose to temporarily align himself with.

As for permanent dependence or being subservient to others, Su Haichao felt that the possibility was unlikely.

Having raised Tangshan since he was a child, he believes he has a certain understanding of the city.

Tang Shan usually appears calm and even-tempered, but deep down he seems to harbor an indescribable arrogance.

This arrogance is quite peculiar. If Su Haichao had to describe it, it would be more like a "view of equality"—even if a titled Douluo stands with an ordinary person, there seems to be no difference in his eyes.

This arrogance is silent, yet it subtly influences those around them.

Take Su Yuntao for example. His increasingly belligerent nature seems to have been influenced by Tangshan, along with other factors.

If Tang Shan hadn't been there, Su Haichao wouldn't have believed that his son could turn around and go downstairs so indifferently in the face of a member of the imperial family.

If Tangshan knew what Su Haichao was thinking, he would definitely find it both funny and exasperating.

Where is there any arrogance in him? He has simply brought the values ​​formed in his previous life to this one, and his words and actions naturally carry an attitude of equality. After all, in his previous life, no matter how high your status or how much power you had, you could not escape birth, aging, sickness and death in the end, and you could not understand the hierarchical oppression between real living beings.

Even though he transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, which possessed extraordinary powers, and was familiar with the original plot, he naturally did not feel any awe towards the so-called powerful and wealthy.

"Brother, have you planned where the first stop of your trip will be?" Tang Shan asked Su Yuntao casually as he watched the army gradually disappear from view.

"It's not entirely confirmed yet. The main thing is to see if we can get a special token from Bishop Salas. With this, we might have a lot of convenience when traveling across the continent."

Su Yuntao wasn't stupid. Traveling the mainland didn't necessarily mean enduring hardship and toil; the key was to first clarify his goal. His goal was simple: to participate in competitions in the Soul Arena of major cities, improve himself in actual combat, and accelerate his cultivation progress. As for the rest, he would do whatever was convenient.

"Brother, don't be reckless out there. If you encounter danger, run if you can, hide if you can, and if you really can't, it's okay to compromise temporarily. Protecting yourself is the most important thing," Tang Shan earnestly reminded him.

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid, and I don't have that strong a sense of justice. I'll definitely help with things within my capabilities; but for things beyond my capabilities, I can only say goodbye."

Besides, the mainland is generally safe. I can't be so unlucky as to run into a fallen person or an evil spirit master, can I?

Tang Shan's eyelids twitched inexplicably, feeling that his older brother was frantically setting a goal for himself. Thinking about the various labels his brother now bore and his recent experiences, Tang Shan suddenly fell silent.

Good grief, this is a full stack of "bad luck" buff.

"Big brother, I have faith in you. Also, remember to wear a mask when you're out there, and never travel under your real name. If all else fails, just give yourself a pseudonym or nickname. If anything serious happens, you must take responsibility yourself and never expose me or Father."

Su Yuntao was a little confused, but she nodded unconsciously.

Seeing his elder brother's puzzled expression, Tang Shan didn't say anything more, only wishing him a safe journey. At the same time, he had already made up his mind: he would figure out a set of boxing techniques to teach his brother when he got back. After all, his brother had already mastered Ming Jin (manifest strength), although there was still a long way to go in refining his physique. But what if he encountered some opportunity? He should teach him the method of cultivating An Jin (hidden strength) in advance.

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Chapter 54 draws attention: Half of the Twelve Serious Things

Compared to the Grand Arena in Star City, the one in Ironwall City was not as noisy as the former, but instead exuded a chilling aura.

Just like the city of Ironwall itself, it is calm and solemn.

Upon entering, Su Yuntao took out her bronze Battle Soul badge to register. The registration staff was not the beautiful woman often seen in other Battle Soul arenas, but a stern-faced middle-aged man. He was dressed in casual clothes, yet his posture was as upright as a pine tree, his face calm and expressionless, and his demeanor exuded a military aura of ruthlessness.

A menacing scar on his left cheek added to his fierce appearance.

"Name?" he asked, his tone concise and to the point.

“Lone Wolf,” Su Yuntao answered truthfully.

The man nodded, indicating that Su Yuntao should pay the registration fee. Su Yuntao took out a bag containing gold soul coins from her pocket. The man took it, weighed it in his hand, and without opening it to count the coins carefully, casually threw it into the counter.

"You've registered. Go wait in the back area."

Su Yuntao nodded in agreement, and just as she turned around, a leisurely voice came from behind her.

“You have a strong fighting spirit. Join the army. This place is perfect for you and a holy land for battle.”

Su Yuntao turned around in surprise and saw the middle-aged man looking at him calmly, as if the words he had just spoken were not his own.

Tang Shan, who was standing nearby, was also somewhat surprised.

“No need,” Su Yuntao politely declined. “I do like fighting, but I don’t like war. The military is more about war than fighting.”

After saying that, he walked with Tang Shan toward the waiting area.

Faced with the rejection, the middle-aged man was not angry. Instead, he murmured to himself with a hint of regret, "Such a strong fighting spirit. If you nurture him properly, he might become a future battlefield weapon. What a pity, what a pity. Why don't you all like war and choose simple combat instead?"

Before he finished speaking, a phantom image of a long, world-slaying sword appeared and disappeared behind the man, vanishing in an instant.

Reaching the waiting area, the two waited quietly for the battle to begin. Tang Shan looked at Su Yuntao with a strange expression and asked, "Big brother, have you noticed something's off about your behavior lately?"

Su Yuntao looked puzzled: "What's the problem?"

Tang Shan nodded seriously, saying "Yeah, no problem" aloud, but in his heart he was thinking: That man just now looked like he was very strong, and you ran into him as soon as you entered the Soul Arena. You call that no problem?

Not long after, it was Su Yuntao's turn to take the stage. His opponent was an ordinary two-ring Great Soul Master, whom he defeated in no time and then calmly stepped down. When he released his Martial Soul, his second Soul Ring, a thousand-year-old ring, was revealed for the first time in Iron Wall City, instantly causing quite a stir.

In a seat on the stands, a man stared at the thousand-year-old soul ring at Su Yuntao's feet, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He muttered to himself, "Such a genius, I wonder if the Crown Prince would be interested. I must go back and report."

Tang Shan watched several of Su Yuntao's Soul Battles and saw him crushing his opponents without encountering any obstacles. He went up to greet him and then turned and left the Soul Battle Arena.

Su Yuntao was going to train in the Soul Arena, and Tang Shan naturally didn't want to fall behind, so he also wanted to seize the time to improve his strength.

After wandering around the city for a short while, Tang Shan easily found a blacksmith shop. After all, this was a military stronghold, and in case of an emergency, with weapons running out of ammunition, repairing damaged equipment and putting it back into the battlefield was an unavoidable choice.

After paying a gold soul coin, Tang Shan rented a forging room, bought some raw materials, and locked himself inside to prepare for secluded forging.

The moment the Martial Soul was attached to his body, soul power waves emanated from within. Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones cracking, Tang Shan's body rapidly expanded, his muscle lines becoming increasingly defined, concealing terrifying power.

He didn't rush into action, but instead quietly sensed the soul power consumption within his body after his martial soul was activated, carefully calculating the difference compared to before. After a while, Tang Shan came to a conclusion: it seems that my cultivation direction hasn't deviated overall. Developing the body through martial arts does indeed greatly promote the fusion of the martial soul and the body, and the soul power consumption after activating the martial soul is significantly reduced. At this fusion speed, even without resources like "Huo Gua" or the bloodline of a certain Golden Dragon King, as long as I reach the perfection of the Transformation Realm and break through to the third ring, I can basically meet the requirements for the second awakening of my martial soul, that is, the complete fusion of the martial soul and the body. This process will take about three years.

Having finalized his training plan, Tangshan picked up a piece of iron and started the bellows. Flames roared, radiating terrifying heat, instantly raising the temperature of the forging chamber by several degrees.

The grayish-black raw material gradually turned red-hot and began to soften slowly.

Tang Shan took out the forging hammer from his soul tool, weighed it in his hand, and couldn't help but frown: his physical fitness had improved again recently, and this hammer was now a bit difficult to use. He would have to forge a heavier and more handy one in a while.

He gripped the hammer handle tightly with his right hand, slowly raising the hammer high. With his left hand, he used pliers to hold the red-hot material in place, and then suddenly unleashed his power, slamming it down! The power traveled layer by layer from his left leg, left hip, waist, and right shoulder, finally converging in his right hand. Muscles bulged with explosive force, and his whole body radiated an extremely vigorous vitality.

With a deafening crash, the hammer slammed down, the violent recoil sending it soaring high into the air once more. Tang Shan's body followed the momentum, drawing out a wide arc, like a fully drawn bow, perfectly absorbing the recoil before swinging the hammer down again.

"The core of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique lies in the technique of exerting force, and the control of power is crucial."

Feeling the recoil force transform into part of his own strength, thus aiding in forging, Tang Shan remained completely calm.

This was ultimately a self-created soul skill centered on exerting force, unlike the Exploding Rings or the Nine Techniques of Haotian which contained profound soul power. After a period of exploration, he quickly grasped the general idea.

While his hammer techniques appear quite different from the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, their core principles are identical. The reason he can't yet stack up to eighty-one hammer strikes is simply because his physical attributes haven't reached the required level. If his physique were strong enough, let alone eighty-one strikes, given his exquisite control over power, it wouldn't be impossible for him to stack up to the very limit of his physical abilities.

The surging blood and qi flowed through the body, providing a continuous source of power; the soul power also circulated in the meridians, nourishing all parts of the body and relieving muscle fatigue.

The power was perfectly absorbed, and then it slammed down again. Thirty hammer blows, thirty-one hammer blows... Tang Shan felt his control over the power in his hands and continued to swing the hammer methodically.

"Clang! Clang!" The overwhelming shadows of hammers rapidly shrank, quickly reducing the area to half its original size.

A few dozen hammer blows are enough to achieve the effect of a hundred hammer blows, which is quite good.

In the blink of an eye, the purple soul ring beneath Tang Shan's feet suddenly shone brightly. The muscles in his waist and calves rapidly swelled, and the bluish-black veins on his forearms bulged out. The speed of his movements instantly increased, and the hammer became a blur in the eyes of ordinary people, as if it were striking various parts of the raw material simultaneously.

"Ding!" A crisp metallic sound rang out, as if it had captured some special rhythm. Even though the force applied to it was immense, each time the hammer struck the metal, it produced a crisp trembling sound, instead of the previous dull booming sound.

"Crack!" In an instant, cracks appeared on the raw material, which then shattered completely on the forging table.

Tang Shan stopped what he was doing, closed his eyes slightly, and quietly savored the special feeling of resonating with the metal: Is this the method to further purify metal?

He seemed to have found a way to further improve his forging skills, but unfortunately, he had just used the chaotic hammering method. Even though he knew how much force to use and which part to hammer, the force was out of control in the end, which eventually caused the raw materials to break.

Despite this setback, Tang Shan was not discouraged. He believed that if he could get into that state the first time, he could definitely do it again.

Feeling his body's energy and blood somewhat weak, Tang Shan sat cross-legged on the ground, took out the soul beast meat from his storage ring, and swallowed it. His intestines and stomach churned rapidly like a millstone, crushing and digesting it, then transforming it into energy and blood to replenish his energy.

At that moment, a warm current surged through the body, and a new meridian was discovered.

"Another meridian has been discovered. Let me see... This is the sixth meridian. According to the meridian sequence, it should be the Small Intestine Meridian."

Feeling the soul power flowing along the complex meridians, he realized that his cultivation speed would accelerate further.

He closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and drew the omnipresent soul power into his body, where it was then refined and transformed into a part of his cultivation.

Previously, in the process of regulating Qi and blood, the twelve regular meridians of the human body were identified: the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin, the Large Intestine Meridian of Hand-Yangming, the Stomach Meridian of Foot-Yangming, the Spleen Meridian of Foot-Taiyin, the Heart Meridian of Hand-Shaoyin, and the newly discovered Small Intestine Meridian of Hand-Taiyang.

With six meridians in total, although it cannot compare to the twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians covered by the Xuan Tian Gong, it can still be considered a first-class cultivation method in the Douluo Continent.

Transparent soul power slowly flowed through his meridians, increasing drop by drop, its quality and quantity rising at an extremely slow but steady pace. Suddenly, the soul power reached a critical point, and the invisible tranquility was quietly broken. Tang Shan's aura fluctuated briefly, but quickly stabilized within the flow of his cultivation technique.

"Level nineteen!" Tang Shan opened his eyes, his eyes filled with joy. Including the time spent hunting soul beasts and traveling, several months had passed, and he had finally reached level nineteen. He was only one level away from the level twenty required to absorb his second soul ring.

"I need to make contact with Xue Qinghe as soon as possible," Tang Shan thought to himself. "After all, finding a soul beast will take quite a while, and it would be best to complete the physical training of Dark Force before absorbing the second soul ring. Time is not plentiful."

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After calming his mind and cultivating his soul power again, Tang Shan slowly stood up once he confirmed that his soul power had returned to stability.

He picked up a new piece of raw material, tightened the bellows, and prepared to continue hammering.

There's no need to interrupt your cultivation plan over something like this, even if you encounter a bottleneck in your cultivation.

Tang Shan simply felt that it would be best to train his internal strength to a state of complete harmony between his strength and body before the second soul ring was formed, but this did not mean that martial arts could not continue to break through before reaching the second ring.

If the time it takes to join Xue Qinghe or find a soul beast is longer than expected, he can continue his physical cultivation to the Transformation Realm—Marrow Cleansing. At that time, his physical qualities will be further improved, and the number of years he can absorb soul rings can be increased even further.

It was an empty room, very simple in style, with a huge map hanging on the wall, covered with dense arrows and text.

Behind the large desk sat a burly man, who looked to be about forty or fifty years old. His jet-black hair was streaked with a few silver strands, and his face was stern, exuding a calm and dignified aura.

Bang bang bang!

A knock came from outside the door. The man put down the documents in his hand and said only one word: "Come in."

A soldier entered the room, bowed, and reported, "Reporting to the General, the Crown Prince has arrived."

The burly man raised an eyebrow, stood up, and strode outside, saying in a deep voice, "Come with me to welcome the Crown Prince."

……

"I am grateful to General Hong for personally welcoming me. I have been entrusted by my father to personally extend my regards to the hardworking and meritorious soldiers of our Tiandou Empire." Xue Qinghe smiled, and although he was young, he already exuded a calm and composed demeanor.

This man, who was in his forties or fifties, was named Hong Zhen. He was the commander-in-chief of the military stronghold Ironwall City and was also very powerful, being a level 79 peak Soul Saint.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. We soldiers will not dare to slacken our efforts in the slightest and will do our utmost to protect the safety of the capital."

Hong Zhen stepped forward and, seeing that he was still some distance from Xue Qinghe, simply released his soul power and gently supported Xue Qinghe, who was about to bow.

Hidden within, a terrifying aura was about to erupt, but it was firmly suppressed by another aura of equal strength, remaining unnoticed by anyone.

"Piglet, calm down, that person means no harm."

"Hmph! If she dares to harm the young master, I'll raze this Iron Wall City to the ground!"

A fleeting chill passed by, but Hong Zhen, whose attention was entirely focused on Xue Qinghe, dismissed it as his imagination and didn't think much of it, instead exchanging pleasantries with Xue Qinghe.

The two entered the military camp and took their seats as host and guest. After briefly inquiring about the living conditions of the soldiers of Iron Wall City, Xue Qinghe got straight to the point and stated the purpose of his trip: "General Hong, to be honest, my father sent me and two other brothers to different cities to observe the people's conditions, which was also a test of our abilities. Please feel free to tell me any needs you may have, and I will report them to my father upon my return."

Hong Zhen didn't pay much attention to Xue Qinghe's subsequent words, but instead asked with some curiosity, "May I ask, Your Highness, which prince has gained His Majesty's favor and been kept by his side?"

Xue Qinghe was somewhat puzzled, not understanding why Hong Zhen would ask such an unrelated question, but still answered truthfully: "My younger brother Xue Beng is lazy. At that time, Father was still thinking about where to send him, but he took the initiative to refuse and wanted to stay in the palace. Alas, in the end, it is because I, as the eldest brother, am incompetent and have failed to properly discipline my younger siblings."

As he spoke, a look of guilt appeared on his face.

Hong Zhen's eyes flickered as he pondered the situation in the court while also paying close attention to Xue Qinghe. The two chatted very congenially and later shared a lunch together.

After the banquet, Xue Qinghe returned to the accommodation that Hong Zhen had specially arranged for him.

"Boss, what exactly does His Majesty mean by sending the eldest prince to our Ironwall City? Does he intend to make the eldest prince the crown prince? What about the second prince?"

Several of Hong Zhen's generals gathered in his room where he handled official business, discussing the matter animatedly.

As soldiers and subjects, they did not have any ill feelings towards Xue Qinghe, but overall they felt closer to the Second Prince, Xue Shan.

Because Xue Shan's behavior was particularly in line with the temperament of soldiers. It was foreseeable that if the Second Prince ascended the throne in the future, they would certainly receive many benefits.

"Listen to me," Hong Zhen said in a deep voice, silencing his subordinates' murmurs with just three simple words.

"Remember, we are subjects of the empire. No matter who ascends the throne in the future, we must submit to him. Don't have any improper thoughts."

"General, please rest assured, we are just..."