Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 4 People are in high spirits when they have good news

Once outside the Spirit Hall, Fang Ling felt the scenery was beautiful.

The scorching fireball hanging high in the sky became warm, and the world, which was originally gray and black, suddenly became bright.

After a year of living as a beggar, the cheat finally awakened.

It's a bit obscure, but it's better than nothing.

From then on, he was qualified to climb to the top!

People are happy when they are happy.

"Aunt Wu, have you eaten?"

"The weather is really nice today."

"Uncle Wang, has your son gained weight again?"

"Has the old beggar changed his begging spot today?"

Fang Ling walked along the road with a cheerful smile, holding the certificate and greeting people incessantly.

Although no one wanted to talk to him, and they all turned their heads away or spat on the ground, the old beggar who had failed to take over the territory before just stared at him without saying a word, but he was not annoyed.

Today is a happy day, and we should celebrate.

Before long, he arrived at a familiar butcher shop.

"Fatty, look!" Fang Ling proudly showed him the proof.

"You little cripple who stole meat, you dare come any closer! What do you want me to see?"

The fat man looked at the familiar beggar, swung his knife, and slammed it into the cutting board with a "thud," trying to take it from the beggar's hand.

"Don't touch it, put your oily hands down." Fang Ling was afraid of breaking it, so she pulled her hand back.

"My martial soul has awakened! I have level one soul power, so I can enter Notting Academy!"

"Huh? You actually awakened your soul power?"

The fat man's eyes were filled with disbelief, and his mouth was agape as if it were about to dislocate.

"What kind of martial spirit?"

"sickle!"

Fang Ling raised his right hand, and with a flash of light, a wooden-handled iron sickle appeared in his hand.

Under the sunlight, the metallic blade appears even sharper and brighter.

If one were to be hit by it, there would be no doubt that one would suffer a severe injury.

"Just you wait, Fatty, I'll definitely become an excellent Soul Master someday!"

"I'll have the money to pay you back then!"

"Ouch!"

The fat man let out a mournful cry and slapped his thigh loudly.

Immediately, a fawning smile appeared on his face, vividly demonstrating to Fang Ling what it means to change one's expression.

"Look at what you're saying! You'll be a noble Soul Master in the future, what's two pieces of meat to you, and what's the money?"

"Come on, let me give you two more."

The fat man took the initiative to select two pieces of meat that were perfectly marbled, strung them on straw rope, and handed them to Fang Ling.

"If you want some, just come and get it. I hope you'll take good care of me in the future."

"Thank you for the meat. I do need it right now, but I don't owe anyone favors. I'll definitely pay you back if I say I will."

At this point, Fang Ling set a rule for herself: she should not easily owe favors to others.

Favors are easy to owe, but difficult to repay.

In the Douluo Continent, willpower also has power.

He was a man of integrity and gratitude. In order to avoid any potential problems in reaching the summit, he chose to start with small things and not go against his own conscience.

In this way, one's thoughts will naturally flow smoothly, and one's spiritual practice will be successful.

Even if it doesn't affect your cultivation, it's fine.

If someone helps you, you should repay them to the best of your ability; that is the proper thing to do.

"But we'll have to wait until I have the money." Seeing that the fat man seemed about to say something, Fang Ling scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

We have no money right now, so we can only buy on credit.

"It's alright, do whatever you want. If you're willing to pay it back, you can do so when you're able to later." The fat man didn't argue much and relaxed the conditions to the extreme.

"Okay, I'll be going now. Thank you for the meat. You go ahead with your work."

Fang Ling bid him farewell and walked towards her dilapidated courtyard.

The wooden prosthetic limb landed on the stone slab, making a crisp, clattering sound.

"Hey Fatty Han, I think that lame little beggar didn't pay. Can I get two pieces of meat on credit too?" a stall owner nearby shouted.

"Get lost! He has level one soul power and will be a noble battle soul master in the future. What are you?"

The butcher, Fatty Han, didn't bother to pay attention to the stall owner's astonished expression. Watching Fang Ling's small figure disappear into the distance, his eyes were filled with envy.

"Soul Master! Why haven't I awakened my soul power?"

Not long after walking, Fang Ling returned to his territory, an abandoned courtyard on the outskirts of the city.

There were no windows or doors; the holes in the wall were made of mud by him.

The courtyard gate was dilapidated, and only half of the roof tiles remained, but it was enough to keep out the wind and rain.

After a careful inspection, Fang Ling saw that the marks and signs she had made when she left had not been touched, and only then did she feel relieved enough to enter.

Then they began tirelessly setting traps along the only route.

There are some under the wall, made of sharpened wood.

Besides rat and bird traps, the most common type of trap is this defensive trap.

In addition, the defensive traps are also hidden in the weeds in the yard.

The whole yard is full of them; once they're caught, they'll definitely give the intruder a hard time.

This good habit has saved him more than once.

As everyone knows, even beggars have to fight for territory.

Moreover, because no one cares about the life or death of beggars, they are all treated with extreme cruelty.

Fang Ling was young, thin, and lame.

At only six years old, or even just five when they first transmigrated, they had to resort to ruthless tactics and underhanded tricks every time to ensure victory.

He had also driven away several people.

After setting up the trap, Fang Ling began cooking the meat.

First, use a sharp, broken knife to cut it into small pieces on the stone slab, then throw it into the pot, add some rotten vegetable leaves, and the only seasoning is salt that you can only buy when you've spent all your money.

The simple meal was nothing compared to the sumptuous feasts of her previous life, but Fang Ling still ate with great relish.

This proves the old saying from my past life: when people are extremely hungry, they can eat anything.

Not to mention meat, a rare delicacy.

After finishing his meal, he wiped his mouth with a leaf and began to try to study the origin of the points.

This research continued into the evening.

There was no oil lamp, the night was bright and the moonlight streamed directly into the room.

Only the campfire in front of us was still bright enough.

However, firewood was hard to come by, so there was no need to consume more. After dinner, Fang Ling did not add any more firewood, letting it slowly dim again.

The cheat program hasn't figured out anything, and they still haven't found a way to increase points.

Fang Ling was a little anxious.

But when he thought about how he had only just awakened his martial soul and how his cheat ability had only just been revealed, his eagerness subsided.

There's still plenty of time; we'll eventually find a way to increase the points.

Accompanied by the chirping of insects, the calls of birds, and the whistling of the wind through the room, Fang Ling, resting her head on the wooden neck pillow she had carved herself, drifted into a sweet sleep.

Everything seemed perfect.

Until midnight.

"what!"

A short but high-pitched cry of pain startled him awake.

Although the owner of the voice tried his best to suppress it, and even stopped abruptly the moment it was uttered.

However, the good alertness that had been cultivated over the past year still instantly woke Fang Ling up.

The sound was too loud!

It came from right there in the courtyard, from the wall, and in the quiet night, it sounded like a shout coming right up to you.

Fang Ling picked up the broken knife that was beside her, thought for a moment, and then quietly put it down again.

He has now awakened the scythe martial spirit. Although the stats on the character panel aren't great, if used properly, it can be used to kill people.

The martial spirit that appears suddenly will not reflect light and will be even more unexpected.

By the moonlight, Fang Ling peeked out slightly.

A dark figure was slowly moving forward in the tall grass outside the window.

I'm a newbie and my writing may not be very good, so please be gentle with your criticism.

(End of this chapter)