Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 6 Such Friends?

Soon, curiosity replaced the previous solemnity on Tang San's face, and his eyes sparkled with a thirst for knowledge.

He turned to Chief Jack and asked in a childlike voice:

"Grandpa Jack, what are spirit rings? How do I obtain spirit rings?"

Tang San's expression changed so quickly that one might almost think his previous seriousness was just an illusion.

Now, he's like a child full of curiosity about the world, directly raising the questions that concern him most.

He knew he had to understand the power system of this world as soon as possible in order to improve his own strength.

In this dog-eat-dog world, he can't rely on anyone, especially his alcoholic father.

Regarding Tang San's question...

Old Village Chief Jack shook his head helplessly, his eyes filled with a hint of doting and a wry smile.

He spoke slowly, his voice revealing the vicissitudes of time:

"I don't know what a spirit ring is either."

"To obtain a spirit ring, it seems one must hunt spirit beasts, right?"

"That's a very dangerous thing; only Soul Masters would do it."

Upon hearing this, Tang San immediately frowned and began to ponder.

His mind was filled with new terms like "soul rings" and "soul beasts," as he tried to find his place in the power system of this world.

Just then, Village Chief Jack suddenly looked sharply at Tang San, his eyes filled with surprise and curiosity. He abruptly asked:

"You're not one of those two the master mentioned, are you?"

"One of those kids with innate full soul power, right?"

Tang San remained calm, showing no surprise or panic.

He simply nodded slightly and replied:

"Yes."

His tone was calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary, but deep in his eyes lay a firmness and determination.

Upon hearing Tang San's answer, Village Chief Jack smiled with relief, as if a ray of sunshine had finally pierced through a dark, cloud-covered sky.

His eyes were filled with warmth and expectation.

"So, what is your martial soul? Shattered Sword or Blue Silver Grass?"

Village Chief Jack asked very softly, his voice tinged with caution, as if afraid of touching on Tang San's sore spot.

Tang San's answer was simple and direct:

"Blue Silver Grass".

Upon hearing this, Village Chief Jack nodded and gently patted Tang San's shoulder, a gesture filled with the satisfaction and encouragement of an elder.

"Mistress, I never knew you were so talented."

His voice carried a hint of pride, as if Tang San's talent was also his own glory.

"It's a pity you have such a father..."

The village chief's tone revealed his dissatisfaction and regret towards Tang San's father.

"I didn't inherit a good martial soul. Otherwise, you might have really become another Soul Saint in our village!"

He looked at Tang San, his eyes gleaming with hope, and continued:

"Tell your grandfather if you would like to go to a specialized school to learn the cultivation methods of a Soul Master? Only there can you find the most accurate knowledge about Martial Souls."

At this moment, Tang San was filled with heavy thoughts because of the appearance of the blade. His eyes were somewhat unfocused, and his thoughts were clearly not on the village chief's question.

He simply replied casually:

"You'll have to ask my dad."

Village Chief Jack looked at Tang San with eyes full of kindness and affection. He gently patted Tang San's head, a gesture full of warmth and care.

"What a good child, you should ask your father first."

He smiled and gestured for Tang San to follow.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

On the way, Village Chief Jack's steps seemed somewhat heavy in the setting sun, but his mood was exceptionally cheerful.

He suddenly remembered another child with innate full soul power that Su Yuntao had mentioned, so he smiled and turned to ask Tang San, who was standing next to him.

"By the way, Xiao San, the master just mentioned two people with innate full soul power. You're one of them, your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. Who is the other one whose martial soul is Shattered Sword?"

Village Chief Jack's voice carried a hint of curiosity, and his eyes shone with a warm light in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Upon hearing this, Tang San's eyes narrowed instantly, a ruthless glint flashing across them—a deep and dangerous light.

But he controlled it very well; that wolfish glint vanished in an instant and was not noticed by Village Chief Jack.

His expression remained calm, and he answered in a nonchalant tone:

"Yes, it's Blade. He's very talented too."

After hearing this, Village Chief Jack let out a knowing laugh.

"Oh, haha, so it's him. Our Holy Soul Village is full of talented people."

His smile was filled with pride for the village and anticipation for the children.

"You should try to get along well with Ren, Xiao San. You two are both so talented, you'd make great friends, right?"

As he spoke, Village Chief Jack habitually patted Tang San's head again, a gesture full of elder's doting affection and encouragement.

His face beamed with joy, as if he could already see the two children one day becoming the pride of the village and bringing glory to Holy Soul Village.

Tang San clenched his teeth, making a slight grinding sound. His left fist clenched involuntarily under his sleeve, his knuckles turning white from the force.

A barely perceptible purple light flashed in his eyes again, a natural reaction of the Purple Demon Eye driven by anger and killing intent.

Friend?! The word echoed in Tang San's mind like the sharpest irony.

A strange anger and coldness welled up in his heart.

This brat is courting death! He thought through gritted teeth.

Even after he dies, it wouldn't be bad for us to be friends in the afterlife! I'll go and pay my respects to him every year!

However, Tang San's face remained calm and composed, his expression unwavering, as if the killing intent and anger he had felt moments before had never existed.

His tone was calm, even sincere, as if he genuinely intended to become friends with Ren.

"Yes, I'll definitely be friends with Ren if I get the chance."

He said it calmly, his voice revealing nothing unusual.

Village Chief Jack was very satisfied with Tang San's answer. His face was filled with a gratified smile, a smile as warm as the spring sunshine, illuminating people's hearts.

"Haha, good, good, you two are both good children, I'm truly happy for you!"

Village Chief Jack said with a smile, his eyes filled with doting affection and anticipation for his two children.

Tang San looked at Village Chief Jack's face, which was full of trust and joy, but his heart was churning with emotions.

In this world, as the protagonist, he knows he can only rely on himself. Even when facing the most powerful enemy, he must learn to hide his emotions and face all challenges with the calmest mind!

On the other side, Ren was standing in a wide-open space, emanating a faint black light from his 60,000-year soul ring.

This powerful spirit ring was particularly striking on him, like a beacon in endless darkness, but at the same time, it also brought him considerable pain.

Ren's brows furrowed slightly, and an indescribable pain was visible on his face.

This pain came not only from the body, but also from the depths of his soul, as if something was tearing at his spirit.

Suddenly, the system's cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind; the voice was devoid of any emotion.

[Ding! The protagonist wants to become friends with the host in the Yin-Yang realm; role-playing progress increased by 0.1%!]

[Ding! The protagonist wishes to pay respects to the host; role-playing progress increased by 0.15%!]

[Current role-playing progress: 6.26%]

After listening, Ren slowly put away the black soul ring on his body. The light gradually disappeared and eventually merged into his body.

He held his broken sword and slowly walked to a tree stump to sit down.

His movements were calm and elegant, but his face was expressionless, like a heartless statue.

He sat on the tree stump, silently sorting out his emotions and calming his mind.

His lips curled slightly, revealing a smile that was a mixture of pain, irony, and composure.

His voice was deep and magnetic as he murmured:

"Even more anxious than me, haha."

(End of this chapter)