Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

"No need, senior. Please study the blueprints first. I will go there on my own."

Lin Yao said softly, his gaze sweeping over the rolled-up blueprint in Lou Gao's hand, which exuded a faint scent of ink.

Sure enough, the core array of the soul tool recorded on it was enough to make any craftsman obsessed with forging lose his mind.

"Once I have collected all the materials, I will come back to discuss this further with you, senior."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to face Ning Rongrong and the others, and gestured with his hand, saying, "Let's go."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement and followed Lin Yao toward the door.

The tall building behind him watched their receding figures, then suddenly looked down at the blueprints in his hand, his cloudy eyes flashing with a burning light.

That was the ultimate thirst for unknown skills.

With that thought in mind, he turned around and headed towards the forging room deep inside the headquarters.

Leaving the headquarters of the Blacksmiths' Guild, the afternoon sun shone through the clouds onto the streets of Gengxin City, making the bluestone pavement slightly hot.

The streets in the east of the city are more bustling and lively than other parts of the city, with shouts of vendors and the sounds of bargaining rising and falling, creating a vivid picture of everyday life.

The shops on both sides of the road are all vendors dealing in ores and metals. Although the storefronts are not luxurious, they are all clean and tidy.

The store shelves and the floor were filled with all kinds of metal ores.

The dark red copper was piled up like a small mountain, the fine iron that shone with a cold silver light was polished smooth and shiny, and there were also some ores with strange colors such as dark blue and emerald green.

The surface was surrounded by faint fluctuations of soul power, clearly indicating that it was a rare species containing special energy.

The variety is dazzling and overwhelming.

"There are quite a few rare metals here!"

Ma Hongjun scanned the surrounding shops, his eyes lingering on the various ores.

He saw a fist-sized, crimson ore that seemed to still have faint fire-elemental energy remaining on it, and couldn't resist reaching out to touch it.

Just as my fingertips were about to touch the surface of the mineral, the shopkeeper quickly stopped me.

"Sir, please stop here!"

The shopkeeper was a slightly overweight middle-aged man with a professional smile on his face, but his tone was wary as he reached out to protect the piece of copper ore.

"These ores are valuable and delicate; please do not touch them unnecessarily to avoid affecting their quality!"

Lin Yao smiled upon hearing this, stepped forward to block Ma Hongjun, and bowed to the shopkeeper, saying:

"Please don't be offended, shopkeeper. My brother here is straightforward and just curious."

We are indeed here to purchase ore, and we will sincerely buy from any suitable pieces we find.

Seeing Lin Yao's extraordinary bearing and the distinct personalities of his entourage, who did not resemble ordinary troublemakers, the shopkeeper's expression softened slightly, and he nodded, saying:

"Don't worry, sir. All the ores in our shop are of the highest quality. Please feel free to choose, and the price is negotiable."

Lin Yao nodded in acknowledgment and then led the group to continue walking forward.

As they walked, they carefully examined the ores in each shop, their gaze lingering on the rare ores that contained soul power.

He kept comparing the list of materials needed to forge the soul tool in his mind, searching for core materials such as deep-sea sunken silver and cold-heart iron essence.

Ning Rongrong walked beside Lin Yao, her small nose twitching slightly, as if sensing the scent of the mineral.

With the foundation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the martial soul of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she had been exposed to various rare minerals since childhood and had a far greater understanding of their quality and characteristics than ordinary people.

She would stop every now and then, point to a certain piece of ore, and whisper in Lin Yao's ear:

"Brother Yao, look at that dark black ore. It has fine ice cracks on the surface. It should be Xuan Tie Mu."

It has a hard texture, making it an excellent material for crafting the outer shell of soul tools, but its purity seems to be somewhat lacking.

Then he pointed to another piece of ore that had a pale purple glow:

"This is purple gold sand, which contains a faint lightning-attribute energy. It's perfect for inscribing array patterns, but it's probably not cheap."

Dragon Lord, Snake Lady, White Crane, and White Agarwood followed behind the two.

The group strolled around, stopping frequently, and visited several shops. Lin Yao had already selected several basic materials.

Just as I was about to enter what looked like a larger ore shop, I suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps coming from behind me.

Something's not right.

A strange light flashed in Long Gong's eyes. He was the first to react and suddenly turned around to look behind him.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately stopped and turned to look.

The next moment, dozens of Soul Masters wearing Spirit Hall badges on their chests rushed out from the alleys on both sides of the street and surrounded the group.

These Soul Masters all had cold expressions, fierce eyes, and different fluctuations in their Soul Power.

The lowest level is Soul Master, and there are even Soul Sect and Soul King levels among them.

The leader was tall and wore a black robe with gold trim, embroidered with intricate patterns of the Spirit Hall.

His face was sinister, and his triangular eyes were slightly narrowed as his gaze lingered on Lin Yao, Ning Rongrong, and the others.

This person was none other than Miles, the master of the Martial Soul Hall in Gengxin City.

"Gentlemen, what audacity!"

Miles took a step forward, and the spirit rings beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

The seven spirit rings were neatly arranged, radiating the pressure of a spirit saint level. His tone was icy and piercing, yet deliberately carried a touch of feigned authority.

"My name is Miles, and I am the Hall Master of the Spirit Hall. I have received a report that the Spirit Hall has recently lost a batch of valuable items, which are priceless."

After extensive investigation, all indications suggest that this matter is inextricably linked to you.

Now, I will take you back to the Martial Soul Main Hall to assist in the investigation.

If you know what's good for you and cooperate, you might suffer less. But if you dare to resist, don't blame this Palace Master for being ruthless!

Looking at Lin Yao and the others, Miles felt much more at ease.

Miles originally planned to ambush Lin Yao and his group at the Blacksmiths' Guild, intending to capture Lin Yao and the members of the Blacksmiths' Guild together.

However, considering that those big, clumsy guys from the Blacksmith Association were actually quite capable, and also noticing Lin Yao and his group who were alone, he decided to take them down first.

So they brought their people over.

Upon hearing this, a hint of doubt flashed in Lin Yao's eyes, and he looked at Miles as if he were a fool.

Under Bibi Dong's rule, have the hall masters of the Spirit Hall become so arrogant and foolish?

Perhaps it's because so many years have passed that everything that was supposed to corrode has already corroded.

Only the high-ranking Title Douluo combat power and the low-ranking Soul Masters with their original aspirations can maintain the foundation of the Spirit Hall.

Once both of these are lost, the massive Spirit Hall will collapse like building blocks, just like in the original story.

"Your name is Miles, the Hall Master of the Spirit Hall in Gengxin City, right? Since when can just any Tom, Dick, or Harry become the Hall Master of the Spirit Hall?"

At this moment, Baihe stepped forward, blocking the crowd, and said in a deep voice.

"Our group only arrived in Gengxin City today. We have no connection with the Martial Soul Main Hall and have never seen any lost property."

Your baseless and fabricated accusations are baseless. This is no ordinary hall of the Spirit Hall; in my eyes, it's nothing more than a group of reckless and arrogant people.

"hehe?!"

Upon hearing Bai He's words, Miles scoffed, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he looked at Bai He, as if he were looking at the Grim Reaper.

At the same time, a hint of undisguised disdain flashed in his triangular eyes, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"In the territory of Gengxin City, what I say is the rule. If I say you have connections, then you have connections."

"Those who know what's good for them will obediently follow me, and perhaps I'll still preserve some dignity for them; if they dare to resist, don't blame me for taking the initiative to be rough!"

His gaze swept over Lin Yao and Ning Rongrong again, his smile growing increasingly arrogant as he spoke in a flippant tone.

"Especially these two young masters who clearly come from wealthy families, they should behave themselves to avoid suffering physical harm."

"This guy is disgusting."

Although Ning Rongrong didn't know what Miles was thinking, she figured it wasn't a good thing, and she was speechless.

Previously in the sect, the intelligence and character of the people around me were above average.

But after leaving Douluo Continent, I discovered the diversity of humankind, which left me speechless.

Her voice was clear and crisp, yet full of confidence; the pride of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would never allow anyone to desecrate it in this way.

Bai Chenxiang's face also darkened, her pretty face tightened, her body tensed slightly, and her martial soul, the Swift, quietly possessed her, with a pair of semi-transparent wings appearing behind her.

Soul power circulated rapidly within his body, ready to strike at any moment.

In her eyes, Ning Rongrong was a good sister she had met along the way, a support soul master who was powerless, and she should stand up for her when something happened.

Ma Hongjun's soul power surged wildly, and scorching flames rolled across his body like magma. His soul rings lit up, and the air temperature suddenly rose.

When his beloved elder brother Lin Yao and elder sister Ning Rongrong were treated this way, he, as the younger brother, naturally had to stand up for them.

Neither of them moved as quickly as Bai He.

Bai He took a step forward, his soul power erupting forth, and the terrifying pressure of a Title Douluo crushed towards Miles like Mount Tai:

"A mere Soul Saint dares to act so presumptuously here! I have roamed the continent for decades and have never seen such an ignorant and arrogant creature. I think you're tired of living!"

The aura of the Contra was quite terrifying even to the Spirit Hall Soul Masters in front of them.

Many of the Spirit Hall Soul Masters who were surrounding the area turned pale and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

Miles's expression changed drastically. He felt the terrifying, almost tangible pressure emanating from the white crane, and his heart sank. Cold sweat instantly seeped out from his back.

He never expected that a Soul Douluo was hidden among this group.

Which powerful family do these people come from? They even have Soul Douluo level experts protecting them when they go out.

But he quickly regained his composure, thinking that he was a member of the Spirit Hall and that the Soul Douluo before him would not dare to kill him. He immediately forced himself to remain calm and said:

"Senior, it's all a misunderstanding. I mistook you for someone else and offended you unintentionally. Please forgive me."

"hehe."

Looking at Miles's appearance, Long Gong Meng Shu snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. The people of the Spirit Hall were indeed no good.

They bully the weak at will, and grovel before the strong. The Spirit Hall, which once saved the entire continent, has long been corrupted by these worms.

If that old codger Bai He's Soul Douluo aura was this strong, wouldn't he automatically kneel down if he faced my Title Douluo aura?

Noticing the unfriendly gazes of Bai He and the others, a ruthless glint flashed in Miles' eyes. He knew that saying anything more would be useless, and there was no room for maneuver in today's matter.

Although there is a Soul Douluo-level enemy in front of me, as a Soul Saint, with the cooperation of many Soul Masters, I may not be unable to defeat the person in front of me.

Thinking this, Miles clenched his fist and shouted, "Go! Take them down! The honor of the Spirit Hall is inviolable!"

At Miles's command, even if the Spirit Hall Soul Masters around him were unwilling, they had no choice but to immediately attack.

All sorts of spirit rings lit up at once, with yellow, purple, black and other colors intertwined, creating a truly spectacular sight.

At this moment, Lin Yao waved to the crowd who were about to make a move, calmly looked at the approaching Soul Master, took a step forward, and unleashed a massive surge of spiritual power.

Under the immense pressure of this concentrated spiritual power, many Soul Masters who were already reluctant to fight knelt down and lost all ability to resist.

Miles, the only one spared by Lin Yao and unaffected, stared at the scene before him, his pupils shrinking as a storm raged in his heart.

He could sense that the one who made the move was the young man in front of him, the young man he regarded as his target.

However, he never expected that Lin Yao's strength would be so terrifying.

Those were elite Soul Masters who ruled this Spirit Hall, so it was understandable that they were somewhat powerless against a Soul Douluo.

How could they be so powerless against someone so young, who looked no older than 20, and be defeated in a single move?

Lin Yao locked his gaze on Miles, and in a flash, he appeared in front of him.

Miles was terrified and instinctively tried to use his soul skill to resist, but found that his body was unable to move.

It seemed to be suppressed by an immense and overwhelming force.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Miles was pale, his voice trembled, and his eyes were filled with fear.

Lin Yao looked down at him, his eyes calm:

"You think you can cause us trouble with something like this?"

Miles shuddered and quickly shook his head:

"No...no, young master, you've misunderstood."

He had long lost his previous arrogance and was now pleading like a stray dog.

Without saying a word, Lin Yao raised his hand and slapped Miles on the shoulder.

"Snap!"

With a sharp crack, Miles's shoulder blade shattered, and the excruciating pain made his vision go black, almost causing him to faint.

Lin Yao casually tossed him to the ground, as if discarding a piece of trash.

"Take it down."

Ma Hongjun immediately stepped forward and tied Miles up tightly with a specially made rope, not forgetting to kick him a few times to vent his anger.

Only after dealing with the Spirit Hall members did the surrounding vendors and passersby dare to gather around.

Looking at the disheveled Miles and the Spirit Hall Soul Masters on the ground, his face was filled with shock and relief.

Normally, the Spirit Hall would act arrogantly and domineeringly in Gengxin City, and everyone dared not speak out against it. Today, seeing them being severely punished, everyone felt extremely pleased.