Douluo Continent I: Martial Soul Demon Void Luo, adaptable to all things!

Mo Le was truly speechless and helpless, her feelings were very complicated.

From his first individual match against Zhang San, after he personally declared "I am Master Mo Le" and proved his identity, the subsequent matches completely changed.

Each opponent, upon stepping onto the stage, wouldn't adopt a fighting stance, but would first ask, "Are you truly Master Mo Le?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, the tone immediately shifted from "competition" to "a top celebrity fan meeting".

Those asking for autographs, seeking guidance, or expressing gratitude with tears in their eyes.

One guy even pulled out a handwritten copy of Mo Le's collection of papers, opened it to the dense annotations, and asked him with a pious expression to "correct" it.

Mo Le was completely stunned.

He even doubted at one point whether he had wandered onto the wrong film set.

Is this a battle arena or a signing event?

Even more surprisingly, the news somehow spread. In less than half an hour, students from nearby Soul Master academies came rushing over, lining up to ask questions.

"Master Mo Le, there's a part of your paper on the synergy between elemental and plant-based martial souls that I don't quite understand..."

"Master, Master, my martial soul is an iron rod. Do you have any good cultivation paths to recommend?"

"Make way! Make way! I was here first!"

Mo Le was surrounded in the middle, looking like a fat sheep being eyed by a pack of wolves.

Finally, staff from the Grand Arena intervened and dispersed the crowd, citing "disruption of the normal competition order." Even so, Mo Le's opponents forfeited in all of his subsequent individual matches. They claimed they "couldn't bear to fight the master," but in reality, they probably wanted to save their energy to ask him more questions.

When did the people of Douluo Continent become so studious?

The Grand Arena is no joke; it's a place for brutal life-or-death battles...

That's why Mo Le felt speechless and helpless.

"Mo Le, are you hiding something from us?" Xiao Wu crossed her arms, glanced at him sideways, and asked with a hint of scrutiny in her voice.

Mo Le spread his hands, looking completely innocent: "What have I been hiding from you? All these years, I've been living with you and your mistress."

"Or am I so amazing that I'm not telling you? Is that considered keeping something from you?"

"Tch." Xiao Wu rolled her eyes at him.

"....."

Aside from his identity as a time traveler, Mo Le never lied to Xiao Wu and Tang San.

It's practically an open secret.

Mo Le really thinks he's awesome.

After all, whoever possesses the Demon Void Luo, a martial soul with such an overpowered mechanism, might be even more arrogant than him, and it would be reasonable for him to shove people up with his nostrils.

but.

He genuinely didn't know his own fame was that great.

Ever since that incident back then.

He never used his real name, Mo Le, when he was out and about. Instead, he used a whole bunch of aliases, such as Xiao Huo Huo, Uzumaki Menma, Uchiha Sasuke, and Namikaze Minato, but he kept his real name a closely guarded secret.

Only when publishing papers and theories, I use my real name.

Tang San and Xiao Wu both knew about these things.

Mo Le only learned today that he had already been "deified" in the world of Soul Masters to some extent.

Oscar leaned closer, with an expression that said, "Let me explain."

"Brother Le, are you really unaware or are you pretending? The papers you published over the past few years have been widely circulated in the Soul Master world! Especially your theories on plant-type and elemental-type martial souls, which are regarded as gospel by countless Soul Masters! Not to mention ordinary Soul Masters, even some advanced academies have included your papers in their textbooks!"

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Mo Le raised an eyebrow.

"It's even more exaggerated than you can imagine." Ning Rongrong walked over at this moment, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible pride. "In our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's library, Master Mo Le's papers have a separate section."

She was also surprised.

Mo Le was actually that master; at first, she thought it was just someone with the same name.

Zhu Zhuqing stood aside and added casually, "Your reputation is also very high in the Star Luo Empire."

She pondered to herself.

How can I get Mo Le to guide me and help me become stronger?

She must become stronger!

Mo Le: "..."

He suddenly had a sense of absurdity, like, "So I was famous all along, but I didn't know it."

Damn, he really didn't know!

Over the years, Mo Le has spent his time either cultivating or researching soul power, soul skills, battle armor, soul cores, forging, and more...

He secluded himself, ignoring everything outside his window and the changing times, devoting himself entirely to various research projects.

Occasionally, he would go out, but only to collect soul beast materials and minerals needed for experiments, or to travel with Tang San and Xiao Wu, mainly to obtain soul rings.

He had never paid attention to the evaluation of his papers in the Soul Master community. How could he have imagined that his research had spread and even resonated throughout the continent?

How could he have imagined that his fame would spread so widely?

After all, those papers and theoretical knowledge were just things he jotted down on a whim when the master (Yu Xiaogang) asked him if he wanted to publish a botanical paper. (A bit like Versailles, hehe~)

"Hahaha! I never expected my brother, Dai Mubai, to be so amazing. It seems I'll have to benefit from your success from now on!" Dai Mubai put his arm around Mo Le's shoulder and laughed heartily.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun chimed in.

Mo Le remained silent for a long time, his brows furrowed, as if he were caught in some kind of deep self-doubt.

Tang San, noticing his unusual expression, stepped closer and asked softly, "What's wrong, Brother Le? What are you thinking about?"

Mo Le responded bluntly, "I'm wondering... when did I become so awesome? I mean, my reputation, how come I didn't even know it?"

"Huh?" Tang San was taken aback. "Brother Le, you didn't know?"

Mo Le: "Should I know? What, you know about the mistress?"

"Uh..." Tang San scratched his head, revealing a hint of embarrassment and helplessness: "Actually, I know. I thought you knew it yourself, Brother Le, but you were just being modest, since you never mention these things in front of outsiders. I thought you were aware of it, but just didn't care about these empty titles... I never expected you hadn't heard these rumors at all."

As he spoke, Tang San gestured, "You wouldn't believe it, those papers you casually published back then, things like plant cultivation and soul master body function adaptation, are now being reprinted and studied by all the major soul master academies. Last time I went to buy materials for hidden weapons, I passed by a bookstore, and the owner even recommended your collection of papers to me."

Mo Le raised an eyebrow: "Huh? Is that so?"

"Hmm." Tang San shrugged. "Many martial soul research scholars have praised you as the most talented martial soul theory researcher in a thousand years. I thought you already knew that, but you were just too lazy to pay attention."