In Douluo Continent, Tang San raids my base right from the start.

Chapter 25 I think I don't need to be afraid anymore.

"Grandpa, this is the state after the Beast Martial Soul has possessed me." Zhu Wu couldn't see himself clearly, so he didn't pay much attention to the extra changes. Most importantly, he was attracted by the information that naturally appeared in his mind after the Martial Soul possessed him, and he was slightly shocked.

I have no other intentions, I just want to try it out right away.

"Grandpa, look carefully."

"I transform!" He activated his soul power, and his entire body flashed with purple light. Then, he felt an immense suction force suddenly emanating from his body. The next second, he found himself in a strange space, his entire body enveloped in a ball of seven-colored light.

The hand is raised; it's a claw.

He transformed into a three-eyed demon fox.

"So, the reason I can switch into beast form is because of the spatial attribute attached to my martial soul?"

Although all he could see was the view of the Three-Eyed Demon Fox, through his inner vision, he could clearly sense that he was in a special space.

Furthermore, he could see six independent spaces inside his stomach, which were six spheres with colorful light emanating from them, each less than a meter in diameter. Various things that he had previously existed inside floated inside them, and the last one was a cloud of mixed mist.

He understood that these were the medicinal waste and exhaust fumes that Xiaobai had stored inside the space.

He felt that he could release it anytime he wanted. However, it had to be in the form of a fart.

It was rather unseemly and could easily cause injury, so he decided not to show it to his grandfather anymore.

"Grandpa, look, I've turned into a little fox!" she said as she ran towards Zhu Gang, snapping out of her daze.

As it approached, it leaped onto Zhu Gang's lap. Because its true form was in a special space, it did not display its weight, but rather its perfect three-eyed demon fox physique.

It's an absolute perfect replica!

Zhu Gang was utterly shocked. He subconsciously reached out to touch it. It felt cool and smooth.

"Xiao Wu, have you really turned into a little fox?"

"Of course it's fake. It's simulated using a soul skill, but it's just a perfect simulation," the fox that Zhu Wu had transformed into spoke in human language.

"Soul Masters are indeed a profession capable of creating miracles," Zhu Gang couldn't help but exclaim.

"Grandpa, that's not all." Zhu Wu raised his fox head slightly, turned around, and jumped off Zhu Gang's lap onto the ground.

His gaze swept over Zhu Gang, and Zhu Gang's image immediately appeared in his mind. With a thought, the image scattered, and his whole body burst forth with white light.

The next second, an exact replica of Zhu Gang stood in the same spot.

"This!" Zhen Zhu Gang was greatly surprised.

Then he saw Zhu Gang's body, which looked exactly like his own, suddenly become illusory, revealing Zhu Wu, whose face was slightly pale.

"Grandpa, the bigger this move gets, the more soul power it consumes. I can only maintain it for a very short time now," Zhu Wu said helplessly.

"It's alright, things will get better." Zhu Gang withdrew the surprise in his eyes and smiled reassuringly.

No matter what extraordinary abilities Zhu Wu displayed, he was still his grandson, not some monster.

"Mmm." Zhu Wu nodded. "Grandpa, I'm going to meditate and recover my soul power."

After saying that, he walked to the side and sat down to regulate his breathing.

After a period of time, once his soul power was restored, Zhu Wu summoned Xiao Bai again to perform the Martial Soul Possession, carefully comprehending the Charm and Clone skills.

The result was completely baffling. In the possessed state, one only needed to inject soul power into the soul ring, silently recite the skill to be released, and then feel a burning sensation in the eyes as the charm skill was triggered. However, once the possessed state was dispelled, or the little white creature left the body, that sensation disappeared.

"It's not that simple after all." He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"But that makes sense. If it were that easy, every beast spirit user on the continent would have been able to create their own spirit skills by now."

"I have to say, the cultivation system in this world is truly peculiar. After a Soul Master absorbs a Soul Ring, the Soul Ring is solidified on the Martial Soul, not the host. And the Soul Skills are solidified on the Soul Ring, following the Soul Ring." Through his experience, Zhu Wu also completely understood the relationship between Soul Masters, Soul Rings, and Soul Skills. "Therefore, when Xiao Bai leaves the body, it's equivalent to taking the Soul Ring and Soul Skills with her."

"In that case, I can only command Xiaobai to trigger the release of the soul skill, but I cannot trigger it myself, because the soul ring is not on me at all."

"But this doesn't happen with spirit possession, because the spirit ring is on your own body."

"Therefore, if I want to understand the skills that Xiaobai inherited from the Three-Eyed Demon Fox, I need to figure out the Soul Rings first."

"A wondrous world!" That was all Zhu Wu could say.

"At this stage, I can only gain more experience through practice." He sighed inwardly, sat down to recover his soul power, and then continued his experiments.

Zhu Gang watched the whole thing, his eyes filled with satisfaction. Seeing his grandson's diligence, he felt certain he would achieve great things in the future.

Nothing happened that night. The next day, Zhu Wu got up early, lit a fire to cook porridge, and practiced movements to assist in cultivating the Vajra Skill in the morning sun. Afterwards, he went into the house to help Zhu Gang get out of bed to eat breakfast. After finishing, he helped Zhu Gang lie down in a chair and continued to test his martial soul abilities.

The same thing happened in the afternoon, until the pharmacy owner delivered the medicine and he began to brew it for Zhu Gang.

In the evening, he continued to familiarize himself with his martial soul abilities in front of Zhu Gang, and only began to cultivate the Longevity Technique after Zhu Gang went inside to sleep.

In the days that followed, Zhu Wu did the same thing every day, wholeheartedly accompanying his grandfather, Zhu Gang.

Zhu Gang, on the other hand, has his grandson by his side every day and can witness his grandson's hard work and progress every day, and he often has a smile on his face.

Time flies, and three months later, it's Chinese New Year.

As winter approached and the air grew increasingly cold, even though Zhu Wu had taken every effort to keep warm, he still couldn't prevent the chill from taking its toll on Zhu Gang's body. As a result, not long after winter began, Zhu Gang lost his mobility and could only lie quietly on a chair by the fire.

Zhu Wu also takes care of all aspects of their daily lives, including clothing, food, housing, and transportation.

"Sigh." Old Jack, who had come to pay his New Year's visit, saw Zhu Gang's haggard appearance and, thinking of his own age, couldn't help but feel sympathy. Glancing at Zhu Wu, who was serving Zhu Gang, a trace of pity and relief rose on his face, and he liked him even more.

Thinking back to Tang San after returning to the village, he neither visited Zhu Wu, who had given him the medicinal seeds and was once his classmate, nor did he go to visit him. Remembering that Tang San had once stolen Zhu Wu's medicine, a sense of resentment rose within her. She wanted to tell Zhu Wu the truth, but remembering that Tang San was also a Soul Master, and there was a little girl who was also a Soul Master beside him, she suppressed the thought.

If Xiao Wu were to actually go and seek justice, he was genuinely worried that he would get beaten up.

They say a man's face may be human, but his heart is beastly. After learning that Tang San had stolen something, he was no longer so sure about Tang San's character, who was usually quite humble. After all, his father, Tang Hao, had a terrible temper. Who knew if his son had followed suit and was the same kind of person at heart?

If he goes to reason with Zhu Wu and gets beaten instead, then he will have harmed Zhu Wu.

The key issue is that, as Jerry's son said, ordinary people like them can't help with conflicts between Soul Masters.

He shook his head, gave a greeting, told his son to put the things down, and then said goodbye and left.

Zhu Gang ultimately did not live to see the coming spring, passing away just a few days after the New Year. He sat in a chair by the fireplace, watching Zhu Wu meditate, observing him with a sense of satisfaction, until his eyes grew tired and he slowly closed them to sleep.

After that, he never woke up again.

"Hey, Xiao Wu, don't be too sad. Old Zhu left with a smile, so he had no regrets."

Two days later, at the funeral, old Jack patted Zhu Wu on the shoulder and sighed in comfort.

"Please accept my condolences." Tang San said succinctly.

Xiao Wu didn't say anything behind him, just followed quietly, seemingly not quite used to this scene.

Many people looked at her and her third brother with seemingly unfriendly eyes.

"Thank you," Zhu Wu forced a smile, his reply brief.

The funeral was not elaborate and ended quickly. He did not choose a traditional burial for the old man, but rather cremation. In the future, if he were to reach the pinnacle of this world, he would place the old man's ashes in the most revered place in the world.

Since the old man never had the chance to become a Soul Master, then he would make him someone that the entire Soul Master world would remember.

He had fulfilled his filial duties while he was alive, and he should do something after his death.

At noon, tables were set up in front of the courtyard. Every household in Holy Soul Village was present, except for Tang San and Xiao Wu.

As for the reason, he didn't know, but he could sense that the villagers seemed to be intentionally distancing themselves from Tang San.

Half an hour later, having eaten and drunk their fill, the villagers bid farewell and left. However, many women stayed behind to help pack up. By the time everything was finished, it was already afternoon. Zhu Wu thanked them all, then returned alone to Zhu Gang's grave and knelt down.

This kneeling continued until evening.

After remaining silent for a long time, Zhu Wu, seeing that night was approaching and no one was around, finally spoke softly.

"Grandpa, when I first came into this world..."

He gently recounted the past and expressed the bitterness in his heart.

"Grandpa, do you know? To avoid arousing suspicion, I've always pretended to be a child in front of adults and children my own age. But I know that only in front of you can I truly be a child."

"I even gradually started to see myself as a real child. Although life was hard, I had a very happy childhood."

"To be honest, at first I even wondered if I would develop a mental breakdown from pretending for so long."

"Thankfully, no."

"Because you are here, I can feel safe being a child, just like when I was a child in my past life."

"Besides, sometimes I'm really afraid of offending Tang San. I'm afraid of dying, and even more afraid that you'll be affected. I'm also afraid that you'll be sad if I die, and that you'll be all alone, with no one to take care of you and no one to talk to."

"That would be the grandson's disrespect."

"And now, I think I don't have to be afraid anymore."

But you're gone too.

At this point, silence fell again.

As night fell and the air grew colder, a mountain breeze began to rise from the cemetery nestled on the hillside, ruffling Zhu Wu's hair.

Zhu Wu knelt quietly, feeling the chill and tranquility.

Until the night fell and a reddish-orange light appeared, a sound rang out.

"Xiao Wu, you really are here." It was the voice of Jerry, Old Jack's son, mixed with the sound of footsteps.

"Hey, Xiao Wu, hurry back." Jerry sighed as he came to his side, "It's getting cold, you don't want to catch a cold."

"I think the old man wouldn't want to see you harm your health because of him."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wu took a deep breath, turned his head, and forced a smile. "Uncle Jerry, thank you."

"Let's go back."

"Come on, let me help you up." Jerry smiled and quickly reached out to support Zhu Wu, who had been kneeling for a long time.

The two of them, supporting each other, walked up and down the mountain against the night wind.

Using the oily sheen of his face, Jerry would occasionally glance at Zhu Wu's expression, worried that the other might be overthinking things and getting upset. But after observing him several times, he realized he might be overthinking things. Zhu Wu's expression was very calm, as calm as a clear pool, completely different from how he had been during the day.

It's good that you can think positively!

Without thinking further, he helped Zhu Wu steady, picked up the oil lamp, and continued on his way, heading towards the dimly lit area at the foot of the mountain.

This part of the plot represents a minor turning point for the protagonist, and it's difficult to read in separate chapters, so I'll post it as a combined chapter. It's about 6000 words long, posted in two chapters.

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