Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 82 The Wise Man's Journey (First Update, Please Subscribe!)

It was nighttime, and Fang Ling was meditating in bed.

His playful banter with Ye Lingling during the day was quite amusing, easing the tension that had been building up inside him.

Meditation seems to give me more power.

A gentle breeze blew through the open window, bringing a slight coolness.

As if it were the gentlest comfort from nature, his eyes slowly closed, and he silently fell into a deep sleep.

The next moment, under the cover of night, a gaunt figure appeared here.

If there were light, one could see that the stealthy intruder looked like a javelin, with dark green hair and beard.

Her eyes shone like emeralds.

The person gives off an ethereal feeling, as if they were a phantom.

This person had no expression, or rather, their facial expression was completely stiff.

His cheeks were sunken, his green hair was messy, and he was dressed in a simple gray robe.

It was Dugu Bo who secretly came to the academy at the request of his granddaughter.

Fang Ling was meditating when he directly administered the drug.

If it weren't for his granddaughter's kindness in not wanting to affect Fang Ling's studies, he wouldn't have bothered to investigate.

To kill him with a single, clandestine slap—how ​​swift and decisive!

Now that he's agreed, he won't break his promise.

Looking at Fang Ling on the bed, Dugu Bo glanced at his legs.

It's a broken leg; you didn't pick the wrong person.

A slender finger rested on Fang Ling's wrist, and his soul power and spiritual power circulated rapidly through his meridians.

The result was somewhat unexpected.

Putting aside the fact that he lacked the bloodlust and resentment typical of evil soul masters, Fang Ling's soul power was surprisingly clear.

Like the pure first snow on the summit of a snow-capped mountain, untouched by dust and without the slightest impurity.

His strong will permeated his being, even surpassing that of a titled Douluo.

It's normal for the soul power to be pure; anything produced by the panel is bound to be of high quality!

"This kid?"

Dugu Bo looked surprised.

The fingers resting on Fang Ling's hand remained in place as he incredulously probed again with his soul power and mental energy.

The result was the same.

The purity of their soul power is like the innocent heart of a newborn baby, untouched by the vicissitudes of life.

If Fang Ling knew how he felt, he would definitely think to himself, "Tang San doesn't count."

To be born with such keen hearing is simply inhuman.

Dugu Bo was still puzzled.

Is there anyone with soul power like this?

If it weren't for that blazing fighting spirit, and the presence of that holy light and the aura of fire, one might mistake it for a holy angel.

He crossed his arms, his eyes filled with a thoughtful expression.

He's definitely not a fallen soul master, so he shouldn't pose much of a threat to Yan Yan.

Why watch it?

Could it be that he likes her?

It's just that the way this liking is expressed is a bit strange.

Because of his young age, physical disability, and impoverished background, he carried a deep sense of inferiority.

Not daring to express their feelings, only daring to secretly observe?

"Tsk, a young boy." Dugu Bo shook his head slightly, clicked his tongue, and then disappeared in a flash.

With her soul power, she dispelled the remaining colorless and odorless sleeping potion in the air, and before leaving, she made sure to pull the blue strands of hair hanging on the window properly.

To this, he could only say that it was unnecessary caution.

It would be laughable to think that you can escape the perception of a Title Douluo.

Where would you find such a terrible title?

……

The next day, Fang Ling also got up early.

I stretched and rubbed my eyes.

After a long-awaited good night's sleep, my body felt revitalized, and every inch of my skin radiated comfort and ease.

Then I suddenly froze.

"Wasn't I meditating last night?" "You fell asleep while meditating? Was yesterday's battle that tiring?"

Fang Ling scratched his neck.

Feeling the warm sunlight falling on him, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the window beside him.

The window was intact, and the strands of hair that Ye Lingling had given him were still tied to it.

Dugu Bo didn't come.

His title is so shameful that even a 100,000-year-old soul beast right next to him couldn't detect it, so it's impossible for him to detect such a tiny hair.

Fang Ling thought so.

Thinking about it carefully, it's probably because I've been too tired these past few months.

My body is tired every day, but with Ye Lingling's healing energy, I'm recovering very well.

The main exhaustion was mental; the relentless pursuit of the sickle technique had left me mentally drained.

Things will slow down a bit these next couple of days.

Fang Ling was completely unaware that she had made a perfect mistake.

Dugu Bo did come, but he didn't find anything.

This only further confirms the fact that Fang Ling is not a fallen soul master.

Fang Ling calmed down, a rare occurrence for her.

Because it's still a short holiday, which lasts for three days, and today is the second day, there's no group running training.

And today, for the first time in a long time, he didn't think about training.

After finishing breakfast, I calmly glanced at the scenery outside through the half-open window.

The Heavenly Dou Royal Academy is a top-tier noble academy in the empire.

Not only is the accommodation extremely good, but the amenities are also very expensive, and the environment is excellent.

The area is shaded by green trees and has abundant flowers and plants.

It's now early summer, and the flowers planted in the yard of this little villa have begun to bloom one after another.

The dewdrops sparkled, and a few flower buds stood quietly, like shy maidens waiting to bloom.

Other flowers have already bravely revealed their smiles, their tender petals swaying gently in the early morning chill, telling the story of summer.

Tiny bees flitted among them, buzzing and busily working.

Butterflies flitted among the surrounding flowers, their vibrant colors blending beautifully with the scenery...

The morning light, like fine silk threads, pierced through the thin mist and sprinkled on the colorful flowers, as if gilding them with a soft golden glow.

Fang Ling sat still, gazing quietly.

At this moment, all the surrounding noise seemed to become distant and blurry.

Only the tranquility within one's heart becomes clearer and deeper.

Suddenly, a strange sense of comfort welled up inside me.

It felt as if a clear spring was flowing gently through my veins, and the sound of cool water echoed in my ears.

The confusion in my mind gradually dissipated, and an indescribable sense of lightness quietly arose.

Just as all the burdens seemed to vanish with the wind at this moment.

All that remains is endless etherealness and freedom.

A refreshing coolness quietly entered my heart, nourishing my spirit and giving me an instant sense of spiritual elevation and transformation.

It's not an illusion, it's a real elevation!

After watching for an unknown amount of time, Ye Lingling curiously came over.

By sheer accident, the warrior's will was upgraded!

Fang Ling ignored Ye Lingling, her eyes focusing and suddenly becoming incredibly bright.

On the panel, the Specialty section has changed again.

Warrior's Will Lv3→Lv4 (Personal Specialty: The indomitable fighting will forged in intense life-or-death battles allows one to temporarily ignore the effects of pain on the body. A moment's rest is the act of a wise person; pausing at the right time to find inner peace in tranquility is not laziness, but rather preparation for a better start next time. The flow rate of soul power within the body passively increases by 15%→25%.)

It increased directly from 15% to 25%.

It increased by a full 10%, which is twice the increase of each previous level.

Lv4 is indeed a huge leap!

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