Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 5 Blade, a man whose name truly reflects his character!

Upon hearing the system notification that his first spirit ring had been upgraded to an absurd level, Ren was stunned for a moment after stepping outside.

He directly upgraded to a spirit ring that was nearly 6 years old, and it was his first spirit ring. If he converts it according to the conversion rate of his role-playing progress, wouldn't it become a million-year spirit ring when he successfully plays it 100%?

Moreover, barring any unforeseen circumstances, each spirit ring will be converted according to this ratio.

This system is quite interesting.

However, Ren quickly pondered for a moment.

In fact, once he successfully impersonates the character 100%, with his abundant power, immortality, and other strengths derived from the worldview of Collapse Iron, and with the system's support, he will definitely be able to roam freely in the fantasy-themed Douluo Continent, basically invincible.

This spirit ring is just icing on the cake, right?

But considering that he has only completed about 6% so far, he definitely still needs the power of the spirit ring.

The only thing Ren is worried about right now is the pain brought by his demonic body and immortality.

He couldn't help but recall the bone-deep pain inflicted by the demonic body, a feeling like invisible worms gnawing at his body, constantly making him struggle against his will.

After all, his current acting skills are limited, and his ability to suppress side effects is weak! If he accidentally loses control and goes insane, it will take him a long time to recover, which is what he worries about most, what he fears most, and what will be the most troublesome situation! That kind of madness and pain will plunge him into a long recovery period, something he absolutely does not want to face.

There was no Kafka's Word of Power here to help him suppress it.

This is something that must be noted.

He can only rely on himself; this is a taboo he must remember, and also a difficult problem on his path forward.

Soon, Ren glanced at the old village chief Jack who had been waiting outside, and left without lingering any longer. He needed to test whether the ten-thousand-year soul ring would have too much of an impact on him.

In the shadow of the Holy Soul Handprint, Old Village Chief Jack paced anxiously back and forth on the stone path, leaning on his cane. His brow was furrowed, his eyes filled with anticipation and worry. Finally, the heavy wooden door slowly opened, and the figure of Grand Soul Master Su Yuntao appeared in the doorway, a golden beam of sunlight shining behind him.

When Old Jack saw Su Yuntao come out, he immediately stopped in his tracks, so excited that he almost dropped his cane. He hurriedly took unsteady steps, almost running towards Su Yuntao, his old eyes sparkling with hope.

"How did it go?" Old Jack's voice trembled as he nervously gripped Su Yuntao's arm, asking expectantly, "Did any of the children in our village become Soul Masters this year?"

Su Yuntao's expression was complex. He had just experienced a violent emotional upheaval, and his mood was like that of someone who had just ridden a thrilling roller coaster. He took a deep breath and then let out a long sigh, twice in a row, as if trying to expel the heavy burden in his heart.

"There are two," Su Yuntao said in a low voice, tinged with a hint of helplessness, "and both of them possess innate full soul power!"

Village Chief Jack's eyes widened instantly, his expression shifting from anticipation to shock, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable. His mouth opened slightly, as if to speak, but only a weak sound escaped: "Innate full soul power?!"

Seeing the shocked expression on Old Jack's face, Su Yuntao couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He knew that what he was about to say would be like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the hope that had flickered in the old village chief's heart. He said in a heavy tone, "What a pity."

Old Jack's face turned pale instantly. He stared blankly at Su Yuntao, unable to believe what he was about to say.

"One's martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and the other's is a shattered sword." Su Yuntao's tone revealed deep regret. "Do you understand?"

Upon hearing Su Yuntao's words, Elder Jack's eyes instantly lost their luster, like two lamps extinguished by the wind, leaving only a deep dimness. Elder Jack's body seemed to become even more hunched over at that moment.

On the land of Douluo Continent, he had witnessed too much and naturally understood the status of Blue Silver Grass on this continent. It was like roadside weeds, ordinary and unnoticed, and the broken sword was even inferior to a complete hoe forged by the village craftsman. His dream, the village's hope, seemed to vanish into thin air at this moment.

"Shattered Sword. Blue Silver Grass? Innate full soul power?"

Old Jack's voice trembled with disbelief; his brows were furrowed and his lips twitched slightly, as if he were chewing on the bitterness behind those words.

He looked up and sighed deeply at the sky, a sigh that felt like a heavy stone pressing on his heart, making his back even more hunched. He felt the cruelty of fate, as if destiny was mocking his hopes, but the tenacity and resilience deep within him made him unwilling to give up.

Old Jack quickly leaned on his cane and hurried forward, grabbing Su Yuntao's arm tightly. His eyes gleamed with pleading as he asked urgently:

"Master, is there really no way to cultivate with Blue Silver Grass?"

Su Yuntao turned around, his eyes revealing sympathy and understanding for Old Jack. His tone was calm, but every word carried an undeniable truth: "It's not that it's completely uncultivable. However, what do you think the Blue Silver Grass will evolve into as the martial soul improves? A useless martial soul is still a useless martial soul. It's such a pity to have such innate full soul power. What a pity!"

After speaking, Su Yuntao didn't linger. He waved his hand as if bidding farewell to this regrettable conversation, then turned around and left Holy Soul Village with firm steps, leaving behind a trail of silence.

Old Village Chief Jack stood there, watching Su Yuntao's figure disappear at the village entrance, his face filled with disappointment and helplessness. He shook his head, sighed, and murmured, "Full soul power, useless martial soul." His voice was like a drifting leaf, swaying gently in the cold wind, carrying endless regret and confusion about the future.

At this moment, Tang San quietly withdrew his gaze, which had been fixed on Ren's departure with his Purple Demon Eyes. The hostility in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a solemnity and vigilance. He walked steadily to Chief Jack's side.

Tang San knew he had to prepare as quickly as possible. The intense killing intent emanating from the departing blade was so real and powerful that it made him, a former assassin, incredibly sensitive and alert. That killing intent was like an invisible blade, piercing straight to the heart, sending chills down his spine.

Although Tang San hadn't had many interactions with Ren in the past, everything that happened today gave him a completely new understanding of Ren. As a protagonist who holds grudges and doesn't remember favors, Tang San's impression of Ren was unforgettable. The moment Ren drew his sword, Tang San truly felt the threat of death, a death omen that was almost within reach.

The so-called "signs of impending death"!

As for Ren, as his name suggests, he is a weapon of slaughter!

"Blade, true to his name, a weapon of slaughter!"

Tang San silently repeated the name to himself, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, as if responding to the blade's chilling killing intent. From the moment he drew his sword, Tang San knew that "Blade" was perhaps more than just a name; it was a symbol, a symbol representing ruthless killing and power.

From that moment on, Tang San understood that an unavoidable clash would occur between him and Ren. And he had to prepare himself for this challenge that could change his destiny.

(End of this chapter)