Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 38 I Will Become the Sun

You gained thirteen points, plus the one you saved, for a total of fourteen points.

Points are not stored; they are used as soon as they are received.

The first-ring Soul Master stage adds two points to one level, and the interval between each level is half a month to reflect his claim that life-or-death battles can force out his potential.

He needs this as a plausible reason why someone at the first level of innate talent can still level up quickly.

If anyone doesn't believe it, they can fight a few more life-or-death battles and they'll naturally know whether Fang Ling is telling the truth or not.

If the person verifying the claim is beaten to death, then the claim is considered verified; of course, a dead person cannot speak.

Two levels were upgraded, consuming four points.

Allocate the remaining nine points to the Martial Soul.

The panel has also undergone corresponding changes.

Soul Power: 12 (31%) → 14 (31%)

Martial Soul: Scythe (Lv1, 10% → Lv2, 0%) (+)

(A common agricultural tool used for harvesting crops and cutting grass in rural areas, this has been reinforced, with its toughness and sharpness slightly improved, making it a kind of enhanced agricultural sickle.)

Specialty: Sharpness Lv1→Lv2 (A unique skill of the Martial Soul. After one enhancement, its sharpness has been slightly improved. You can now easily break through the defenses of ordinary Soul Masters of the same level.)

Toughness Lv1→Lv2 (A unique skill of the Martial Soul; after one enhancement, both hardness and toughness are slightly increased, moving beyond but not completely away from the scope of agricultural use.)

There is one point left.

The thirteenth do-or-die battle has just ended.

The rest area is a private lounge reserved for Soul Masters who have won more than ten matches.

The master's wife is treating Fang Ling.

The stitching technique was skillful and gentle.

The purple millennium soul ring shone brightly, and the pale blue jade flower petals, like thin-winged butterflies, gently drifted down.

It landed on Fang Ling's right chest and vanished instantly, with life force surging out and seeping into it.

There was a wound there, about ten centimeters long, shocking and deep enough to expose the bone.

The skin around the wound appeared pale and taut. Fang Ling breathed softly, not daring to gasp for air.

Because every breath he took brought him unbearable pain.

This was slashed by his opponent in the thirteenth match, a Soul Master who was also skilled in close combat and whose Martial Soul was a dagger.

The battle quickly turned against them, and they initially wanted to run away, but they keenly spotted an opportunity to win.

In the end, he traded injury for his life and won.

With tears welling in her eyes, the master's wife treated him while scolding, "Why didn't you run away?"

"I didn't run because I judged that I had a chance of winning."

Fang Ling spoke cautiously, not daring to contradict his angry master's wife.

"And you were injured, yet you reacted so quickly. Couldn't you have been more cautious?"

"Master's wife, I really can't be careful. Even the teacher can tell."

He answered the second question in a low voice, looking at Lin Tianyang with pleading eyes.

Lin Tianyang tried to defend him: "There was really no other way. Even if that person's reaction was slow, his attack speed was very fast and his combat experience was much richer."

"To kill with a wound that isn't even fatal requires extremely fast reflexes; I couldn't do that."

"Shut up!" Master's wife Shu Manyun snapped.

Is she the kind of person who would randomly command others to fight?

The purpose of saying these things was to get Fang Ling's attention, to remind him that his teacher and teacher's wife were waiting for him.

Lin Tianyang smiled awkwardly and shrugged at his apprentice.

The one speaking was his wife, whom he adores; there was nothing more she could do to help.

The room fell silent, broken only by the hissing sounds Fang Ling made due to the pain in her chest.

"Is it worth it?" The teacher's wife wanted to try to stop her.

The life force was still emanating from the stitched-up wound on Fang Ling's chest.

"Of course it's worth it, Master's wife."

"In just one month, I have gone from level twelve to level fourteen, which is a huge improvement that is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

"Even if it means death?" Shu Manyun tried to persuade him again.

Fang Ling clenched his fists, his eyes shining brightly.

"If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening."

"I am just a lowly Soul Master at the first level of the Innate Realm, with only a little bit more combat talent."

"To have achieved such great growth is because I've found the right path for myself, so how can I not feel fortunate?" Is that reasonable? Absolutely!

There is great terror between life and death.

Lin Tianyang, who was standing to the side with his arms crossed, was in a state of mixed feelings of envy and disenvy.

Although the cultivation speed is fast, the risks involved are also extremely high.

If you walk by the river often, you're bound to get your shoes wet.

Even the slightest lapse in concentration could lead to death.

He has a beautiful wife, a happy life, and a powerful background, so he doesn't dare to get involved in this mess like Fang Ling, who is all alone.

Besides, not everyone is as fond of fighting as Fang Ling.

Participating in life-or-death battles for a long time, under the pressure of facing life and death in every battle, can drive people crazy.

"This road is not easy to travel."

Even a rough thought would make Lin Tianyang understand how difficult this bloody and bloody path would be.

"But this is my only path." Fang Ling simply smiled. "My innate powerful combat talent can only make me stronger in battle, but it can't make me cultivate faster."

"Since we'll both turn into a handful of dust anyway, I'd rather be a shooting star streaking across the sky, shining with my own unique brilliance in the world than be buried in the ashes!"

"Would I rather become a shooting star?" Lin Tianyang murmured, his face filled with sorrow.

These words almost foreshadowed the death of this talented disciple.

"Why does the teacher look so upset?" Fang Ling's eyes were clear and bright, like a pool of clear spring water.

"I lament the impending death of you."

Lin Tianyang's voice was slightly low.

Fang Ling remained silent.

The point generation speed of the panel is too slow; the main way to get points is through killing.

The Spirit Hall forbids the wanton slaughter of spirit beasts, and the Spirit Beast Forest is fraught with danger. Graduating early and focusing on combat means a lack of knowledge.

You must not enter the forest alone, or you'll die without even knowing how.

Moreover, without a background, one is easily labeled a fallen soul master and used as a performance indicator by the Spirit Hall.

Therefore, killing soul beasts to level up is acceptable, but one must have a powerful background and be highly trustworthy—the only person Fang Ling could think of was Dugu Bo, who had been cured of the poison.

We'll have to talk about that later when we go to the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy.

Killing someone nowadays is inherently risky, and even with the utmost care, accidents cannot be completely avoided.

But is there any absolute safety in this world?

Being able to level up through killing, ignoring so-called bottlenecks and the amount of innate soul power, and making skill cultivation twice as effective with half the effort—this is already an enormous advantage.

We can't be greedy and ask for more.

Fang Ling remained silent for a moment, his body seemingly growing taller in an instant, his gaze piercing through the void, as if he had reached an unspeakable other shore.

The vast sound echoed in the room.

"Teacher, I believe in myself, and I will not give up."

"The future is bright, the road is winding, but it only requires a little hard work."

"I might not just be a fleeting shooting star; maybe I'll eventually become the sun shining brightly in the sky!"

Lin Tianyang shook his head and sighed, "Then I'll look forward to it."

"I hope that one day I will see you transform into the sun and shine upon the world."

"Of course, it won't be too far off." Fang Ling nodded slightly, flashing a victorious smile.

Once you get through this developmental period, find Dugu Bo, cure the poison and gain his true trust, you won't need to hide it anymore when leveling up.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the wound on his chest had long since healed thanks to his master's wife's daily, uninterrupted treatment.

Fang Ling signed up, but was told she would have to wait.

With his winning streak becoming too long, he is finding it difficult to find suitable opponents in one-on-one life-or-death battles.

It's rare to see someone win over a dozen consecutive life-or-death battles and still be fighting after advancing from Iron Fighting Spirit to Bronze Fighting Spirit.

While Fang Ling was considering whether or not to go to the gaming area to practice one-on-two.

Two days later, the staff of the Grand Arena contacted him: "You've been matched."

(End of this chapter)