Melee archer with maxed-out Douluo luck

Chapter 135 Fame Spreads Across the Continent and the Stolen Four Years

It wasn't until the afternoon that Guangling returned to the courtyard with Dugu Yan and Xiuer.

"Xiao Li, Xiao Li."

Han Li, still asleep, heard his master's voice. Before he could respond, the door to his room was pushed open.

"Yes, Master, Sister Yan, Sister Xiuer, is it over there?"

Han Li shook his head to clear his mind.

"Hmm? Didn't you say you were going to break through? What problem have you encountered?"

This wasn't the first time Guangling had seen him in this state, so she naturally reacted immediately.

The two women beside him also stopped smiling and looked at him with some worry.

"It's nothing, Master. I'm just suddenly a little tired. You know, there's been a lot going on lately. When I took over the position of Holy Son, I immediately relaxed. I thought I was about to break through, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding. Although I didn't break through, my soul power did increase a bit."

Han Li walked to the side, wet a towel, wiped his face, and instantly his sleepiness vanished.

Seeing that he smiled again and perked up, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"If there's anything wrong, just tell your master, and I'll take care of it for you."

Guangling walked to his side and looked at him intently.

Looking at his serious-looking master, Han Li felt a surge of emotion and replied with a smile, "Don't worry, Master, it's really nothing. I shouldn't be leaving Wuhun City for the foreseeable future. If anything were to happen, how could I possibly hide it from you?"

"It's best if nothing's wrong. In any case, don't keep anything to yourself."

Guangling patted him on the shoulder and didn't continue.

"Alright, go change your clothes. You're still wearing this. Do you want to hear your master call you 'Your Highness the Holy Son'?"

Guangling pointed to his ceremonial robes, which were wrinkled from sleeping, and his crooked platinum crown, and changed the subject.

"May I?"

With the rest of his sleep and the care he received from the others, as well as his master's teasing, Han Li's mood returned to normal.

What do you think?

Guangling stared at him with a hint of ill intent, waiting for him to speak.

"Haha, just kidding."

Han Li turned around awkwardly and walked towards the wardrobe.

"Hey you three, could you make some room for me? I need to change my clothes."

Amidst the three people's varying reactions, Han Li changed his clothes and was then pulled by the group towards the restaurant.

According to them, the banquet was not fun at all, and they didn't get enough to eat. Han Li had to make it up to them, and cooking for them himself was the best way to compensate them.

Amidst their playful banter, the group finished their lunch.

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The matter of the Holy Son passed by Han Li in a calm and uneventful manner, without causing any ripples.

Of course, he went to the Hall of Worship and the Papal Palace again later to make his request for a soul bone.

He needed five high-quality soul bones that were over 50,000 years old, with attributes of ice, fire, strength, and spirit.

Anyway, he's made his request, but he's not sure what he'll actually get.

On the mainland, the establishment of the Holy Son by the Spirit Hall caused quite a stir.

At the same time, the Martial Soul Branch Halls in various parts of the continent announced the same news.

The Spirit Hall has added a new Holy Son named Han Li, whose token features a bow.

All the forces on the mainland were mobilized, and the intelligence system began to operate at full speed, leaving them no choice but to be cautious.

It's worth noting that the last time the Spirit Hall announced something similar was decades ago, and the Holy Maiden from that time has now become the Pope.

Who is this mysterious Holy Son, Han Li? There are no high-ranking members of the Spirit Hall with the surname Han. Is he another commoner genius like Bibi Dong?

Soon, they all received a very concise intelligence report.

Han Li, an orphan of the Spirit Hall, comes from Notting City, Fanos Province, Heaven Dou Empire.

A mutated martial soul with innate full soul power, named Ice and Fire Divine Dragon Bow.

Oh, right, he's a nominal nobleman of the Heavenly Dou Empire, the kind without a fiefdom; other than that, there's nothing to know.

The influx of spies and Soul Masters who came to Notting City to check it out made Lord Xiao, who had been notified in advance by the Spirit Hall, very rich. After all, Notting City was now his fiefdom, and he set the prices.

Moreover, after learning that he was Han Li's uncle, and with the Spirit Hall backing him up, none of the tricked Soul Masters dared to cause him any trouble. They could only curse him in their hearts before slinking away.

Then there's the Heaven Dou Empire. I don't know whose idea it was, but they actually started promoting Han Li, saying that he was a symbol of friendship between the Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Hall.

You know what, it was quite effective; it managed to trick a bunch of low-level Soul Masters with questionable judgment into joining the army.

When Han Li later learned of this news, he was both amused and exasperated.

However, considering that Qian Renxue was with the Spirit Hall, Han Li did not pursue the matter, believing that she would not remain indifferent to it.

After all, the Spirit Hall is her family's business, and he's just a spokesperson for her now, the kind that not many people know.

Sure enough, not long after, Guangling brought him the latest developments in the matter.

The Heavenly Dou Empire took the initiative to send people to Salas to apologize, and the military was also replaced. Xue Qinghe also took this opportunity to place his own people into the army.

The changing winds on the continent did not affect Han Li's life. He continued his ascetic cultivation as before, well, a very luxurious ascetic cultivation.

The news about the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall gradually faded away as he disappeared from the public eye.

Only occasionally, when someone mentions the Spirit Hall, they might casually mention, "Holy Son Han Li, I wonder what kind of person he is."

And so, the interesting stories on the mainland continued to unfold, time flowed slowly by, and four years passed quietly.

One morning, a luxurious carriage, which was no longer unique on the continent, blended into the crowd and drove out of Wuhun City.

"Sister Yan, aren't you going to go up ahead and keep Grandpa company? You know, it must be so boring for him to travel alone."

A boy in black sat up from the recliner and looked at the red-haired girl who was lying on the bed, flipping through a book.

"No, you go if you want. He said he'd come over in six months, I even prepared his room, and what happened?"

"If we weren't traveling across the continent, he would still choose to stay in Tiandou City. He doesn't care about me, his granddaughter, at all."

The girl slammed the book shut in a huff and glared at the driver's cab in front of the carriage.

"Hey, calm down. At least the old man really does come to see you once every six months or so, he just doesn't stay very often."

The boy got up and walked over, lifted her off the bed, straightened her clothes, and pointed ahead.

"Go ahead, be good. It's been a long time since we last met. Keep Grandpa company and talk to him."

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

The girl pouted, her expression reluctant, but she walked quickly.

"Sister Yan really falls for your act, and she clearly wants to go too."

The blue-haired girl, who had been watching the whole process, smiled and spoke to the boy in black after the red-haired girl entered the driver's seat.

"This is probably what Xiao Li meant by 'tsundere'."

Another brown-haired girl with round ears on her head laughed and added a comment.

"If she hears what you're saying, she'll probably start tickling you again."

The boy in black lay back down on the recliner, letting it rock on its own.

"So, where is our first stop? Can you tell us now?"

The blue-haired girl ignored his teasing and instead asked a question.

"I haven't decided yet. Let's just wait and see. Fate will guide us forward."

The boy in black uttered the kind of mystical pronouncements that the girl had gradually grown accustomed to over the years.

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