Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 7: Obtaining the Burial on the Other Shore!

Blade didn't let himself be idle; he kept in mind the unused reward from the system—a precious chance to draw a prize.

In his spare time, he calmed himself down and prepared to make good use of this opportunity.

He closed his eyes, concentrated, and the familiar system panel appeared in his mind.

It was a virtual interface made up of dots and lines, with each icon shimmering with an alluring glow.

Blade's gaze swept quickly across the panel, and suddenly he noticed that the design style of this system panel was strikingly similar to the layout of a game he had once played, "Honkai Impact: Star Railway".

It's okay if you don't think they're similar, but if you do think they are, then you're in big trouble.

He was really fed up with those Mijia gaming peripherals.

Artifacts, Constellation system, pity system, pity system for gacha pulls, talents, etc.

Take, for example, the most disgusting thing: gacha pulls.

The pool is full of garbage, at most it will give you a few mall currencies, which you'll have to painstakingly save up before you can exchange them.

As a result, not many of the permanent staff were actually good at fighting.

As a dead man, Ren should have been fearless, but now he was genuinely a little scared. As someone who was incredibly unlucky before transmigrating, he couldn't hold back any longer.

However, he didn't think much of it. Since he had been given a chance to win a prize, even though it didn't say what he would win, it was still an opportunity, so he used the chance to win immediately.

quickly

[Ding! Host has used one lottery chance!]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have received a reward: Fleeting Blessing (Passive Talent) Level 2!]

[Ding! Extra rewards for this lottery draw: 10000 Gold Soul Coins, 200 Unextinguished Embers!]

[Ding! You have obtained Embers from the shop; the shop is now open!]

As the system notification faded,

Ren was stunned for a moment. This feeling was too familiar. Wasn't this miHoYo's classic gameplay?

However, what he drew was the Blade's talent skill, the one that caused Madness to be destroyed, which is super cool.

This lottery also yielded additional rewards, just like the Mijia card-drawing system. However, the rewards here were much more generous, not only giving away in-game currency from "Douluo Continent" but also the Unextinguished Embers from the game, which he always used to exchange for tickets after the monthly mall refresh!

Soon, Ren took another look at the newly opened shop. However, when he opened the shop, he found that it was not filled with items from the "Star Iron" game as he had imagined, but rather with strange props from the Douluo Continent world.

The shop's interface was simple and clear, but the content surprised Ren. Currently, only one product section was open, displaying various medicinal herbs. The names of these herbs sounded fantastical, making one think of their possible magical effects.

Fragrant and elegant fairy products, eight-pointed ice grass, fiery apricot blossoms, and rare chrysanthemums reaching the heavens, etc.

Moreover, the prices are actually quite reasonable. At a glance, most of these immortal herbs are priced between 1 and 2 extinguished embers.

Seeing this, Ren suddenly realized that these were all things Tang San needed.

Ren touched the fragmented sword in his hand, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

It seems I'm getting the idea of ​​using bait to fish, or using grass to fish for tang fish.

On the other side, in a corner of the village, Tang San's thatched hut stood quietly. Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, illuminating this simple yet vibrant land. A babbling brook flowed beside the hut, seemingly telling the story of this place.

Jack stood in front of the thatched hut, his brow furrowed. He had called Tang Hao's name several times, his voice filled with anxiety and helplessness. Finally, just as Jack was about to lose his patience, Tang Hao's figure slowly appeared in the doorway.

At this moment, Tang Hao's hair was disheveled, his clothes were in disarray, and he had a sleepy expression on his face. His eyes were unfocused, as if he were still in a dream, and he looked dejected and depressed.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked in a numb tone:

"Old Jack, what are you doing?"

Seeing Tang Hao's appearance, Jack's anger flared instantly, and he couldn't help but raise his voice:

"Today is the day your son's martial soul awakens. Don't you know about something this important?!"

However, Tang Hao seemed unconcerned, maintaining his indifferent expression. After letting out a large yawn, he staggered over to Tang San as if walking on cotton.

"Little San, what is your martial soul?" Tang Hao asked casually.

Hearing his father's voice, Tang San snapped out of his reverie. His eyes were calm and still, as if he had expected this moment. He replied calmly:

"It's Blue Silver Grass." His tone revealed a hint of determination, as if he were announcing the path he would take in the future.

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao's eyes underwent a dramatic change. His previously listless and indifferent gaze seemed to be pierced by ice, instantly turning into a sharp needle.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils contracted, as if searching for something in the bright light. That intense focus seemed to penetrate Tang San's skin and gaze into the depths of his soul.

As a highly perceptive assassin, Tang San would naturally not miss his father's subtle change in expression!

Thinking to himself: "His reaction? Could it be that this Blue Silver Grass has some special properties that even that level 26 blind guy can't see? After all, he gave me life and raised me here... ugh! There must be something I don't know. As expected of me, the protagonist of this transmigration, how could I not have some special abilities?! Looks like I need to ask him properly!"

However, before Tang San could delve deeper into his thoughts, Jack noticed the change in Tang Hao's expression. He misunderstood Tang Hao's gaze, thinking it stemmed from disdain for the Blue Silver Grass martial soul. Jack forcefully tapped the ground with his cane, producing a crisp sound, and said with a serious expression and firm tone:

"Although it's Blue Silver Grass, Xiao San is a genius with innate full soul power!"

"I've made up my mind! This year, one of the work-study student slots in the village will be taken by Xiao San!"

"He will be going to the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy to study, and the village will cover all his travel expenses!"

Jack rattled off the generous terms he had secured for Tang San, his voice echoing through the thatched hut with an undeniable air of authority.

However, just when everyone thought Tang Hao would be moved by this, he simply murmured "Blue Silver Grass" a few times before making his decision.

"No!"

Tang Hao's voice was like a heavy stone, crashing down on Jack's heart.

"What?!"

Jack was instantly dumbfounded. His eyes widened and his mouth slightly agape, clearly unable to comprehend Tang Hao's refusal. His brows furrowed, his face filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Jack blurted it out instinctively, but he quickly realized he couldn't give up. He took a deep breath and pounded his cane hard, again and again, as if trying to knock a hole in the ground.

His voice rose, becoming urgent and emphasized:

"Tang Hao, you should know how precious this opportunity is for Xiao San, who possesses innate full soul power! This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance!"

"Maybe Xiao San will become a great person in the future and become the pride of our village!" Jack's words were full of expectation and hope. His eyes were fixed on Tang San with eagerness, as if he could already see his bright future.

However, Tang Hao remained unusually stubborn, his voice cold and emotionless: "What's the use of being superior? If he leaves, who will cook for me? Blue Silver Grass is nothing but a useless martial soul; what can it possibly achieve?"

"You should leave. He's not going." Tang Hao's words were like a cold knife, severing all hope.

"Tang Hao, you!" Jack was so angry that his face turned purple, and his cane trembled. He was clearly too angry to speak because of Tang Hao's attitude.

Seeing Jack so angry, Tang San felt a pang of anxiety. He quickly stepped forward, gently helped Jack up, and with a knowing smile, comforted him:

"Grandpa Jack, don't be angry. Dad is right, Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial soul, so I'm not going. Thank you for your kindness, I will find other ways to make myself stronger." Tang San's voice was gentle yet firm, his eyes flashing with an indomitable light. Although he felt unwilling, he didn't want to see Jack angry because of him.

As soon as he finished speaking, seeing that Jack seemed to want to say something more, Tang San became anxious again: "Old Jack, you should leave quickly. As the protagonist, I have a premonition!"

"It seems like the mastermind behind this wants to talk to me privately. It's really inconvenient for you to be here. I still need to ask about the hammer. If you stay any longer, I really won't be able to ask about the hammer!"

Jack didn't understand Tang San's true thoughts; he only felt that the child was too sensible, so sensible that it was heartbreaking. In Jack's eyes, Tang San's maturity was not what one would expect from a child of his age.

At such a young age, he had to take care of his father, who lived a life of debauchery. From food and clothing to shelter and daily life, Tang San always silently shouldered everything, while Jack just hoped to see this resilient child one more time.

Jack's eyes were filled with love and pity. He gently stroked Tang San's head, and the anger he felt towards Tang Hao subsided slightly the moment he touched Tang San's soft hair. He said gently:

"Good boy, Grandpa is not angry."

Supported by Tang San, Jack slowly walked towards the door. Just as he was about to step out, he couldn't help but turn back, his gaze piercing through the dim light of the thatched hut to land on Tang Hao, his tone carrying a hint of reproach and concern:

"Tang Hao, your life may have ended like this, but Xiao San is still young, and his future holds endless possibilities. Don't you think we should give him a better way to make a living?"

Don't let your stubbornness jeopardize his chance to become a Soul Master. At least that way, he won't repeat your mistakes later.

If you change your mind someday, come to me. There are still three months until the registration deadline for this year's Luoding Soul Master Academy.

After saying this, Jack slowly walked out of the thatched hut under Tang San's gaze. Only after his figure disappeared outside the door did Tang San slowly withdraw his gaze.

Tang San thought to himself, "This can be considered an indirect push. I hope my father in this world can awaken soon. Maybe he'll teach me some secret skills later?"

After all, someone who could give birth to someone like me couldn't possibly be a complete mediocre person, could he? A glimmer of anticipation flashed in Tang San's eyes as he waited quietly, hoping that Tang Hao would give him a surprise.

(End of this chapter)