Douluo Continent: The Sun-Shooting Divine Bow, the God of Judgment

Fifty miles outside the Starry Sky Forest, ancient trees reach for the sky, blocking out the sun.

The three of them walked forward, stepping on withered branches and fallen leaves.

Beibei, walking at the very front, kept a close watch on everything around her with her deep blue eyes.

His only thought now was to reach the outer edge of the Star Dou Great Forest as soon as possible, hunt a suitable soul beast for Tang Ya to obtain her third soul ring, and then leave without stopping.

He was afraid that if Yun Yi and Tang Ya stayed together any longer, his mind would soon turn green with envy.

Just as Beibei was planning a quick victory, Yunyi, who was walking in the middle, suddenly stopped.

A strange, smoky aroma, carried by the gentle breeze through the forest, wafted straight into Yun Yi's nostrils.

It's a dish where the skin of fresh fish is roasted until golden and crispy, the fat bursts at high temperatures, and then mixed with the rich aroma of perilla and a few spices.

In this desolate wilderness, the sudden appearance of smoke and fire seemed particularly out of place.

Yun Yi twitched his nose, a hint of interest igniting in his deep black eyes.

Calculating the distance and the location, and smelling the iconic aroma of grilled fish that is considered one of the best in Douluo Continent, the identity of the person in front of him was already obvious in his mind.

"Let's go take a look over there." Yun Yi raised his slender finger and pointed to the bushy path on the right.

Upon hearing this, Beibei, who had been cautiously moving forward, suddenly frowned.

He turned around, his face showing difficulty, and tried to dissuade him: "The outer perimeter of the Star Dou Great Forest is a mixed bag. Deviating from the route rashly could cause trouble. We should hurry on our way and get the spirit rings."

However, before Yun Yi could even speak, Tang Ya's eyes lit up and she swallowed hard.

The aroma of grilled fish was like the most deadly poison in the world to this little glutton.

"What's there to be afraid of! This is still on the very outskirts, what danger could there be?" Tang Ya rolled her eyes at Bei Bei, then immediately put on a smiling face and looked at Yun Yi with agreement.

"Handsome little brother is right, the aroma is so tempting! Let's go take a look, maybe we can buy a few to try!"

Two votes in favor, one vote against.

Looking at Tang Ya's drooling expression and then at Yun Yi's unquestionable look, Bei Bei felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Ultimately, he couldn't fight city hall, so he could only sigh resignedly, draw the short blade from his waist, and walk at the front, slashing the thorns and vines blocking his path.

After passing through the dense bushes, the view suddenly opened up.

A crystal-clear stream flows gently among the pebbles, its waters reflecting dappled shadows of the trees.

On a flat, large rock beside the stream, a small but very evenly burning campfire was rising.

A boy of about eleven years old was squatting by the campfire.

He was quite thin, with frail shoulders that looked as if a gust of wind could blow him over, clearly due to long-term malnutrition.

He was wearing a faded gray cloth coat, old but clean and spotless, without a trace of grease.

His short black hair looked a little messy, but this did not diminish his unique charm that radiated from within.

What drew Yun Yi's attention were the boy's eyes.

His deep blue eyes were crystal clear, like the purest sapphire, and they revealed a determination far beyond his years.

At this moment, those eyes were intently focused on the grilled fish on the fire.

He gripped the wooden stick with both hands, deftly flipping his wrists, each flip perfectly timed, transforming the otherwise ordinary bluefish into a tempting golden hue under the scorching heat of the charcoal fire.

This simple yet focused expression was precisely what Huo Yuhao, a newcomer to the world, possessed.

"Wow! It smells so good!"

Tang Ya leaped out from behind the bushes and ran to the campfire without a care for her image. Her eyes gleamed as she stared at the sizzling, oily grilled fish, her saliva almost dripping directly into the fire.

She squatted down, staring at Huo Yuhao familiarly, and asked, "Little brother, are you selling your grilled fish? I'll buy it!"

The sudden noise startled Huo Yuhao.

His hand suddenly stopped moving, and he subconsciously gripped the wooden stick tightly, his eyes revealing the instinctive vigilance of someone struggling at the bottom of society.

He looked up and saw a youthful, pretty, and charming young girl's face.

In all his years, Huo Yuhao had never been so close to such a beautiful girl his own age.

Having suffered constant bullying in the Duke's mansion and having a status even lower than that of a servant, he was inherently insecure and sensitive.

Staring intently at him by Tang Ya's bright eyes, his handsome face instantly flushed red, even his ears turned bright red.

He seemed flustered and stammered, "No... I won't sell it."

Tang Ya's face immediately showed disappointment, her small mouth slightly pouting, just about to continue to coax and plead.

Upon seeing this, Huo Yuhao panicked and quickly waved his hands, adding, "I... I mean, if you're hungry, I'll treat you to a meal; you don't need to pay."

After saying that, he hurriedly took the few fish that were roasted perfectly from the grill and handed them to Tang Ya with clumsy but sincere movements.

Standing a few steps away, Yun Yi quietly watched this scene, his deep eyes filled with indescribable complex emotions.

Looking at the shy, kind-hearted boy in front of him, who was even willing to share a grilled fish without hesitation, Yun Yi couldn't help but feel a strong sense of emotion and sorrow.

This is the Spirit Ice Douluo from the original story who will one day be famous throughout the continent, the founder of the Spirit Pagoda, and the God of Emotions.

But who could have predicted that this pure heart would be crushed to pieces on his path to the pinnacle of the divine realm?

I wonder if Huo Yuhao, who lived in the divine realm and enjoyed boundless glory in the original work, would occasionally recall himself today, earnestly grilling fish by the stream on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, during the long and tedious years.

It seems highly unlikely that this will happen.

Yun Yi smiled disdainfully to himself.

After all, in the future, he will have a "good father-in-law" Tang San who can make perfect plans and personally guide him.

The high and mighty sea god used the most hypocritical and vicious means in the world to strip away and distort Huo Yuhao's original passion and will to resist in order to avenge his mother.

What's more, he was wearing a "dog leash" around his neck named Tang Wutong.

That Frankenstein's monster wife, forcibly pieced together from Wang Dong'er's memories, Wang Qiu'er's fate, and Tang Wutong's consciousness, completely locked away his final emotional refuge.

In that cold cage of the divine realm, he had long forgotten who he was, forgotten his mother who had died tragically in the Duke's mansion, and was left only as a walking corpse who was grateful to the Tang family and begged for mercy.

What a god of emotions! He can't even control his own destiny and his loved ones. How pathetic!

While his thoughts were racing, Huo Yuhao had already finished distributing the grilled fish.

Tang Ya eagerly took the grilled fish, and without caring that it was too hot to eat, she took a big bite. She immediately squinted her eyes in happiness and praised it repeatedly.

Out of politeness, Beibei smiled and accepted one, thanking her softly.

Finally, Huo Yuhao, holding the last grilled fish, turned to face Yun Yi.

The moment their eyes met, Huo Yuhao's heart clenched.

He stared blankly at the boy in front of him, who was about the same age as him, his mind going blank for a moment.

Yun Yi's moon-white outfit with gold patterns was spotless, and the fabric was of the highest quality that even the nobles Huo Yuhao had seen in the Duke's mansion couldn't afford.

What suffocated him even more was Yun Yi's handsome face, which was almost otherworldly, and the noble aura he exuded with every move, as if he was born to look down on all living beings.

In contrast, he was dressed in faded coarse linen clothes, his hands were covered with calluses from working, and the soles of his shoes were covered in mud.

A deep-seated sense of inferiority gnawed at Huo Yuhao's heart like a venomous snake.

He dared not look directly into Yun Yi's deep, calm eyes, and hurriedly lowered his head, stuffing the perfectly roasted bluefish into Yun Yi's hand.

"for you."

Huo Yuhao's voice was barely audible.

After handing over the grilled fish, he didn't dare linger there for a moment. He turned around and started tidying up the tattered bundle by the fire, his back slightly hunched, wanting only to escape this dazzling presence that made him feel ashamed.

Yun Yi looked down at the grilled fish in his hand, which was emitting a rich aroma. He could even feel the lingering warmth from the bamboo skewer on his fingers.

He picked up the grilled fish and took a bite without any hesitation.

The crispy fish skin cracks between your teeth, while the tender fish meat inside, infused with the unique aroma of perilla, bursts with flavor on your taste buds.

"stop."

Yun Yi swallowed the fish in his mouth, and his clear voice suddenly rang out from the stream.

Huo Yuhao, who was just about to flee with his pack on his back, suddenly froze, his feet rooted to the spot.

He turned around nervously, clutching the faded hem of his clothes tightly with both hands, looking at Yun Yi helplessly.

He thought it was the fish's unpleasant taste that offended the young nobleman.

Yun Yi strode over to Huo Yuhao at a leisurely pace.

Under Huo Yuhao's surprised and apprehensive gaze, Yun Yi slowly raised his right hand.

Between his slender fingers, he held a round coin that shimmered with an alluring golden light.

He stretched his hand out in front of Huo Yuhao, and with a flick of his wrist, the heavy gold soul coin fell precisely into Huo Yuhao's palm.

The cold, metallic touch of the gold coin sent a shiver down Huo Yuhao's spine.

"Your craftsmanship is worth the price."

Yun Yi lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on Huo Yuhao's clear blue eyes. His tone lost all its nonchalance and became solemn and profound.

"Remember my words today: everything you earn with your own hands and sweat has immeasurable value. Do not belittle yourself because of the opinions of others, and never give away your most precious things to others without any principles."

"That's all I have to say. Take care of yourself."