Douluo Continent: Outwitting the Ceiling of Wisdom - Yuhao Faks His Death for Ten Thousand Years

"Wow, the Fourth Ring Road! That's really impressive!"

Huo Yuhao suppressed a laugh and gave a compliment, then his expression became more serious as he continued to ask:

"But you're so powerful, why did you become a policeman? I see many powerful Soul Masters either joining the army as mecha pilots or entering the Spirit Pagoda as spirit messengers."

Huo Yuhao's question was a bit pointed, but he was, after all, just a child.

Moreover, he was also very curious—

There are many ways to repay the "Soul Loan" from the Spirit Pagoda. Why did Guanglong, who has the cultivation of the fourth ring, choose the police force, which has a less-than-ideal treatment and status?

Children speak without thinking, and Guanglong didn't take it to heart at all. He simply pondered for a moment, then explained with a serious expression and solemn tone:

"Uncle is still lacking in Soul Master aptitude. The Spirit Pagoda and the Federation's army, navy, and air force don't need ordinary Soul Masters like me."

However, my choice to become a policeman in my hometown of Donghai City was not simply because I was forced to settle for second best.

After all, I have the cultivation level of a fourth-tier official, so finding a better government-affiliated job wouldn't be a problem at all.

At this point, Guanglong paused, glancing at Uncle Li outside the door who was happily preparing braised beef in a clay pot:

"Little friend, do you think the ordinary citizens of Donghai City can manage their daily lives without a Soul Master police officer like me protecting them?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao's eyes, which had been blinking and filled with curiosity, suddenly brightened slightly.

His deliberately feigned innocent childlike expression froze for a moment, as if touched gently by something invisible.

"Hmm...that won't work."

Huo Yuhao lowered his head, his voice becoming softer.

There was a subtle, almost imperceptible calmness in that childlike tone that seemed out of place for someone his age.

"Right! If there are Soul Masters committing evil deeds in the city, then it's our turn as Soul Master police officers to step in and drag them all out one by one!"

Guanglong continued speaking with a smile, his eyes revealing a simple yet firm determination:

"Moreover, when I was a child, my family wasn't well-off. It was thanks to the spirit aids from the Spirit Pagoda that I was able to cultivate step by step and become who I am today..."

It wasn't until I grew up that I understood that the Spirit Pagoda's ability to help so many ordinary Soul Masters from impoverished families like mine was inseparable from the financial support of the Sun Moon Federation.

As he spoke, Guanglong's tone became increasingly solemn and emotional.

"And the nation's fiscal revenue, in the final analysis, comes from the taxes paid by millions of ordinary citizens in the federal government."

Therefore, my uncle's success today is not only due to the Spirit Pagoda, but also to the entire Federation and countless ordinary people.

That's why I'm determined to become a police officer—

In this way, while using a portion of my salary to repay the spirit donations from the Spirit Pagoda, I can also use this power to protect everyone's daily lives, and gradually repay the kindness from the Federation and the people.

After Guanglong finished speaking, Huo Yuhao, who had been keeping his head down, fell into complete silence.

Guanglong couldn't see Huo Yuhao's expression, so he assumed the little boy was just stunned because he hadn't quite understood his explanation, and smiled helplessly.

"Well, you're still young, and I'm afraid you won't really understand what I'm saying... Just know that even though I'm a four-ring Soul Master, I'm still willing to be a policeman from the bottom of my heart."

Then he continued to eat heartily with his head down.

Guanglong buried his head in his food and noticed that Huo Yuhao hadn't said a word, so he looked up, feeling a little strange.

Then, to his surprise, he discovered that Huo Yuhao had disappeared from the Silent Beef Shop at some point.

"Huh? Where's that child? Why did they leave..."

Guanglong looked around, muttering to himself in bewilderment.

He was a four-ring Soul Master, so why couldn't he notice a little boy leaving?

Immediately afterwards, Guanglong discovered that a black card had appeared on his desk at some point.

"This...this is!"

Guanglong quickly picked it up, staring incredulously at the seemingly ordinary black metal card.

As a fourth-ring Soul Master, he naturally knew what this was—a ten-thousand-year Soul Spirit Exchange Certificate from the Spirit Pagoda!

"It can't be faked..."

Guanglong gently probed the surface of the card with his soul power—the soul guidance array patterns engraved on it were exquisite and unique, extremely difficult to imitate.

The moment he confirmed it was correct, his hand holding the card trembled slightly uncontrollably.

A ten-thousand-year-old soul spirit... This is a certificate that can be exchanged for any suitable ten-thousand-year-old soul spirit from the entire Spirit Transmission Tower!

With his talent, although he is not as good as his older brother Guangbiao, who is already a Soul Saint, he still has a chance to cultivate to the level 50 Soul King realm in this lifetime.

If one can fuse with a suitable ten-thousand-year-old soul spirit, it may not be impossible to break through to the Soul Emperor realm in the future!

It's worth noting that even his older brother, Guangbiao, the captain of the East Sea City Mech Squadron, had a hard time acquiring a suitable ten-thousand-year-old soul spirit.

Although the technology for creating artificial ten-thousand-year-old souls in the Spirit Pagoda is under development, it is still not mature.

Unless one has a powerful background, spends a large sum of money, or possesses the S-rank Soul Master qualification certified by the Spirit Transmission Tower, it is not easy to obtain a ten-thousand-year-old Soul Spirit that is compatible with oneself.

Alternatively, one could possess a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Exchange Certificate, which is issued only as a reward to high-level Spirit Transfer Envoys within the Spirit Transfer Tower and is extremely rare in the market.

And now, this tiny card, which can be exchanged for a ten-thousand-year-old soul spirit, lies quietly in his palm.

Who put such a precious item here?

Guangbiao immediately thought of the little boy from earlier.

So he gripped the card tightly, hurriedly ran out of the shop and looked around, but couldn't find him anywhere.

"Officer Guanglong, are you looking for that little boy?" Uncle Li asked after seeing Guanglong running into the street.

Upon hearing this, Guanglong nodded vigorously. "Uncle Li, do you know where he is?"

Guanglong knew that the ten-thousand-year soul spirit exchange certificate that had suddenly appeared on his table must belong to that little boy.

But whether the little boy accidentally left it there or gave it to him voluntarily, Guanglong didn't want to accept such a precious thing so easily.

Uncle Li looked at him with a smile and replied:

"That child has long since gone. But before he left, he specifically asked me to tell you: please accept this gift; it's what you deserve..."

"Wow, I didn't expect Officer Guanglong to be so popular with the students of Donghai Academy. What did he give you?"

Guanglong was stunned, and the hand holding the card slowly fell to his side.

After a moment of distraction, he shook his head and whispered, "It's... a Soul Exchange Card, Uncle Li."

"Souls? I don't know anything about that..." Uncle Li, who wasn't a Soul Master, scratched his head sheepishly. "You should go back and eat first. That little guy is running away so fast, you definitely won't be able to catch him anytime soon."

Guanglong nodded silently, then turned and went back into the store.

The words "you deserve it" echoed repeatedly in his mind, striking his thoughts and reverberating in his head.

After sitting down again, he stared at the black card in his hand, and his eyes suddenly felt a little sore.