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

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

Meng Yiran's breathing stopped.

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

But the atmosphere was so oppressive and unsettling!

The Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Serpent was brought out from the Hell Road. It was first in the Jade Bracelet and later raised in a demiplane.

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

“If you all improve your strength, 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, and 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."

"Wouldn't it be better for her to take you with her when she becomes a god, rather than working for the Asura God?"

"Hiss! Hiss hiss hiss!" The ten-headed Fiery Sun Serpent wept, its tails carefully wrapping around Ye Hua's wrist.

Ye Hua slapped it 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 out of here! You're just reluctant to part with the pure soul power in this half-plane, aren't you!"

"If you're still too lazy to cook, I'll throw you back to hell!"

"No!" The ten Fiery Sun Serpents immediately yielded 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 reported 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.

A right-angled counter stood on the street, displaying several rows of coarse porcelain wine bowls.

Behind the cabinet stood wine jars nearly half a person's height, and hot water was kept inside so that wine could be warmed at any time.

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

If one is willing to spend gold 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 wealth.

Yu Xiaogang was the only one 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 hair on his temples, which looked like gnawed corncobs.

His face always carried a gloomy, depressed look, and there were old bruises on his cheekbones, probably from some creditor.

The long gown was originally black and gold, but it had been washed until it turned gray, the cuffs were frayed, the collar was stained with oil, and it emitted a strange smell of old oil and sweat.

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

The onlookers were completely confused, but he became even more enthusiastic, grabbing 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 bronze soul coins and placed them on the counter.

Someone else deliberately shouted, "You must have gone to the gambling den to skim off on drinks again!"

Yu Xiaogang opened his eyes wide and argued, "That's an academic exchange! There are also down-on-their-luck Soul Masters in the brothel. I go there to guide their Martial Soul cultivation, and we can have a couple of drinks together as payment, understand?"

Then came a string of incomprehensible phrases like "Martial Soul Mutation" and "Theoretical Correction," which made Xing Shuojian laugh, filling the shop with a cheerful atmosphere.

I overheard people gossiping 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 stripped 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, they always add a few comments, criticizing other people's designs as worthless!

It's as if only his theories are authentic!

After several attempts, fewer and fewer people sought his services.

Since he had no income, he inevitably ended up doing things like borrowing money and defaulting on debts!

He cheated out of his money for drinks at the bar seven times.

The fabric shop's accounts are five months overdue.

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

"Master! Freshly fried jade chicks, 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 destroyed by the Night Alliance Leader?"

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 am proving the truth with my own life... You don’t understand!”

Xingyin Wenzhu laughed, the clinking of wine bowls filled with a joyful atmosphere.

At this point, the employees will laugh along, and the shopkeeper will absolutely not 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 soul ring, and how many years?"

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

He turned his face away and ignored him.

Yu Xiaogang waited for a long time, then said earnestly, "Can't you tell me? I'll teach you, remember!"

"You should remember this knowledge; you'll need it when you're hunting for soul rings in the future!"

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

"Isn't it just 423 years?"

Yu Xiaogang jumped up, "Hehehehehe!"

"That's my theory! Do you know about the limits of the second soul ring?"

The child grew increasingly impatient, pouting, "But Tang San's first soul ring is the Thirty-Year-Old Guzhu!"

Yu Xiaogang's smile froze.

A bloody, snarling laugh.

"You! What do you know!"

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

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

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

They're about to start talking as soon as they're on the counter!

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 next to him.

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

Reach out and grab the plate!

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

"That's what I use as a snack with my drinks—"

"Give it back to me!"

The master roared.

Even the shopkeeper behind the counter couldn't help but turn his face away.

Yu Xiaogang lingered for a while longer, but no one paid him any attention.

He sighed, downed the last half bowl of wine in one gulp, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and got up to walk toward the door.

As they reached the door, they bumped into two members of the Crossbowmen tribe entering the room.

People complained about his sour smell, frowning and waving their hands as if shooing away flies.

"Get out of the way!"

Yu Xiaogang shrank back to the side, shrinking his neck.

The dirty long shirt rubbed against the door frame, leaving a gray mark.

He kept his head down, muttering incoherently, "Disgraceful" and "The world is going to the dogs."

One foot deep, one foot shallow, the paper quietly floating.

But even those who bow their heads eventually have a chance to raise them.

The moment he looked up, he saw the figure he had been longing for day and night!