Douluo Continent: Starting with the Tiger Emperor Template

Lu Ren hooked his fingertip over the storage soul tool that Bei Bei handed him, and scanned it with his soul power.

Good heavens, there's a neat little pile of gold soul coins, at least three or four thousand.

In addition to other miscellaneous items, such as pills and materials...

That's enough to support his initial funding for the Sun and Moon Empire.

Lu Ren's smile deepened.

No wonder they're from Shrek Academy, they're really rich.

If he manages to snatch a few more easy targets like Beibei, he might achieve financial freedom ahead of schedule.

Unfortunately, this business won't last long.

After snatching Beibei this time, Shrek Academy is definitely going to make a big move.

From now on, the teams will probably need to send a teacher to escort them in the Star Dou Great Forest.

It's time to stop.

Just as Lu Ren was about to put away the soul tool, his gaze suddenly paused.

He pulled out a few items: several oddly shaped darts, other needles and such, as well as another roll of yellowed blueprints and several booklets, the words "Tang Clan" faintly visible on the cover.

Lu Ren raised an eyebrow.

He casually tossed these things back into Beibei's arms.

Beibei caught it instinctively, looked down, and froze.

"These are all Tang Clan stuff," Lu Ren said casually. "Tsk, I'm not interested in this stuff. It wouldn't fetch a good price anyway, it's all junk, I'll give it back to you."

Tang Ya's expression changed.

She stepped forward, her tone already tinged with anger:

"What do you mean by that?"

Lu Ren glanced at her, ignored her, and turned to walk towards Xu Sanshi.

"stop!"

Tang Ya's voice rose.

"Explain yourself! What do you mean you can't even sell them for a good price? The Tang Clan's hidden weapons are unparalleled in the world, you..."

"Xiaoya."

Beibei quickly pulled her back and lowered her voice.

"Calm down, don't cause trouble."

Tang Ya struggled, but couldn't break free, and could only watch helplessly as Lu Ren squatted down in front of Xu Sanshi.

Lu Ren didn't turn around, but his mouth kept running:

"Unparalleled in the world? Ha."

He laughed, and the sarcasm in his laughter was undisguised.

"The Tang Sect, which has stood for millennia, now only has a little brat like you left as its leader?"

"What, are you imitating Tang San from ten thousand years ago, insisting on making the inheritor of the Blue Silver Grass martial soul the sect leader?"

Tang Ya's body stiffened.

"What is Tang San's background? He is the son of a 100,000-year-old soul beast and possesses twin martial souls."

"His Blue Silver Grass is the Blue Silver Emperor, which has strong vitality, but that's about it. Besides being able to withstand beatings, what good is it?"

As Lu Ren spoke, he pulled the storage soul tool from Xu Sanshi's waist, completely ignoring Xu Sanshi's gritted teeth expression.

"What about your Tang Clan? Your martial spirit has degenerated, your cultivation techniques have been lost, and even your prized hidden weapons are being overwhelmed by soul-guided weapons."

"What is most important to humanity? It is creativity and technological development."

"You're clinging to outdated stuff like it's a treasure, and you still expect to return to the Tang Sect's former glory?"

He turned his head and finally looked directly at Tang Ya, a half-smile playing on his lips:

"Wake up, little girl. The Tang Clan is a broken ship that should have sunk long ago."

"you!"

Tang Ya's eyes instantly reddened, her soul power fluctuated violently, and her Blue Silver Grass martial soul almost burst out of her body.

"Xiaoya!" Beibei hugged her tightly, her voice low and urgent, "Don't be impulsive, we can't beat him."

Tang Ya trembled all over, her fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but in the end, Bei Bei held her down.

She could only stare intently at Lu Ren, the anger in her eyes almost solidifying.

Lu Ren looked at this scene and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Ouch, you made me laugh so hard. I just like to see your expressions when you want to beat me up and you have no way to do anything about me. Give me more, I still like to see it."

Upon hearing this, the three fell silent again, their trembling bodies indicating that they were struggling to suppress their emotions.

Seeing that they were silent, Lu Ren suddenly felt bored, turned around, and began to examine Xu Sanshi's storage soul tool.

Several thousand more gold soul coins, plus some bottles and jars.

Lu Ren picked up one of the bottles, opened it, smelled it, and his eyes lit up:

"These are Profound Water Pills? So many? As expected of the young sect master of the Profound Nether Sect, you have not disappointed me."

Xu Sanshi clutched his chest, wincing in pain, but still forced himself to keep his eyes open:

"Knowing I am the young sect master of the Xuanming Sect, you still dare to rob me?"

"Haha, don't give me that."

Lu Ren put the storage soul tool into his pocket.

"Who are you trying to scare? No matter how powerful your Xuanming Sect is, can it be as powerful as Shrek Academy?"

"I'd even rob members of Shrek Academy without hesitation, why would I care about you, the young sect master of the Xuanming Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Sanshi's face turned pale with anger, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Lu Ren stood up, dusted off non-existent dust from his clothes, and waved to the three of them with his back to them:

"I keep my word. I've received your protection money, so I'm leaving."

He took a few steps, then suddenly stopped, turned back, and added:

"Next time you run into me, remember to bring some valuables. Otherwise, there'll be no point in fighting over them."

After saying that, he put his hands in his pockets and strolled leisurely into the depths of the Starry Sky Forest, his back view as casual as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

As for Tang Ya's things, he still wouldn't touch them, since they were probably all Tang Clan stuff, which was very unlucky.

Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi are really rich; taking their two storage soul tools is more than enough.

Xu Sanshi was so angry that he was panting heavily. He wanted to curse but didn't dare, and could only watch helplessly as the figure disappeared into the dense forest.

"Beibei, are we just going to let him go like that?" Tang Ya's voice was full of resentment.

Beibei stared in the direction where Lu Ren had disappeared, her brows furrowed.

"What else can we do? We are no match for him at all. If he really wanted to kill us, we wouldn't even last a single round. We should be thankful that we are all disciples of Shrek Academy. He is afraid of Shrek Academy, not us."

He bent down and picked up a fragment of the Xuanming Turtle Shield, running his fingertips along the smooth break:

"And have you noticed? He didn't activate his Martial Soul at all. We don't even know what ring he is."

Xu Sanshi struggled to his feet, limped over, and said angrily:

"That can't just be left like this! This guy stole my things and severely damaged my martial spirit! I'm going to find Elder Xuan later and have him deal with this bastard!"

"Complaining won't do any good," Beibei shook her head. "He's so fast, by the time Elder Xuan arrives, he'll be long gone. Even if Elder Xuan is incredibly strong, we don't know anything about him. Searching for him would be like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"We'll help Xiaoya hunt for spirit rings first, then immediately return to the academy to report and ask them to keep a close eye on it."

Tang Ya nodded, her gaze fixed on the distant dense forest, her pretty face so gloomy it could drip water:

"I hope I never run into him again. Otherwise... I'll let him experience the power of the Tang Clan's hidden weapons!"

The three of them said nothing more and turned to walk toward the designated location.

But everyone remembered the image of that black-haired boy deeply in their hearts.

……

Deep in the dense forest, far away from the three of them.

As Lu Ren walked, he squinted, feeling the surge of magical power within his body.

Those negative emotions—Tang Ya's anger and resentment, Bei Bei's forbearance and apprehension, and Xu Sanshi's frustration and hatred—were continuously being transformed into magical power and absorbed by him.

"Comfortable."

Lu Ren stretched.

The stronger the negative emotions, the more curse power is generated.

He deliberately provoked Tang Ya earlier, and his harsh insults against the Tang Clan weren't just for the sake of being sarcastic.

Not only did it harvest a wave of curse power, it also slightly increased its soul power, making it a win-win situation.

Delicious.

As Lu Ren walked, he pondered his next plan.

Just now.

The sky, which was clear just a moment ago, suddenly darkened.

A thunderous roar exploded in the sky, and the sun's rays were instantly obscured by some invisible force, plunging the world into an eerie darkness.

An oppressive force that made it hard to breathe descended from the sky.

Lu Ren paused, his pupils shrinking slightly.

He looked up.

The next moment, a gray stream of air seemed to be drawn by some enormous suction force, falling vertically from the sky at an incredible speed, and directly piercing into the back of Lu Ren's head.

Lu Ren froze on the spot.

Deep within my mind, an aged voice slowly resounded, carrying an indescribable air of authority and vicissitude:

"Holding the sun and moon in my hands and plucking stars from the sky, there is no one like me in this world... I never thought that I would still have a trace of my soul left."

The gray current of energy fell into the sea of ​​consciousness, instantly condensing into a gray bead the size of a soybean, and then settled down.

Lu Ren was stunned for three seconds.

Then he laughed.

He was smiling like he'd found a billion dollars.

Good things come in pairs!

He raised his hand and touched the back of his head, muttering to himself:

"Was it because the energy fluctuations when you absorbed the cursed power attracted Electrox here?"

Curse power is the aggregation of negative emotions.

Electrox, the Holy Archmage of the Dead, controls the power of death and souls.

To some extent, these two forces do indeed have a high degree of similarity.

Lu Ren took a deep breath, his consciousness sinking into the sea of ​​his mind, trying to touch the gray bead.

The bead remained motionless, but a faint connection had been established.

"Electrolux..." Lu Ren murmured, "This is one of the greatest opportunities in the original story."

He looked up at the sky, which was gradually clearing up, and then at the quiet, dense forest around him.

Today's trade was a huge profit.

The money he robbed was enough for him to go to the Sun and Moon Empire.

Electrolux's remnant soul was enough to benefit him for life.

As for the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm, Lu Ren thought that although the opportunity of a million-year-old soul beast was tempting, if he took it, he would probably be targeted by Tang San from then on.

Although one day in the God Realm is equivalent to one year in the mortal realm, Lu Ren was afraid that Tang San might set some keywords, and if he obtained the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm, he would have to bear Tang San's gaze.

After all, being the chosen one isn't an easy thing to do.

Thinking of this, Lu Ren felt a chill.

He just needs to focus on playing to his strengths.

Electrolux is the last resort.

"Next step... is to go and cause trouble at Shrek Academy and disrupt the original plot."

"Do you think I'll let you successfully disguise yourself as a man? Wang Dong'er, now that I'm here, I'm going to create a different storyline."

Lu Ren snapped out of his thoughts, turned around, and continued walking outside.

This time, however, his steps were lighter.