Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 83 Covering one's ears while stealing a bell

Chapter 83 Covering One's Ears While Stealing a Bell (Second Update, Please Subscribe!)

Ever since his martial spirit evolved from low-level to mid-level at Lv4, he had had some suspicions.

Now, the change in the warrior's will has made Fang Ling even more certain of this.

The process is somewhat mysterious, derived from observing changes in the scenery during moments of leisure.

He had been practicing so hard without even realizing it.

Moving forward is important, but human energy is ultimately limited.

If you focus too much on one thing, even if you love it, even if you persevere and stick to it, you will still feel tired.

This is a human limitation, and Fang Ling doesn't yet have the right to disregard human nature.

Adequate rest can actually help regulate one's emotions and true inner feelings.

After restarting, you will make faster progress.

Previously, it was said that Ye Lingling was unable to cope with the pressure she faced, but unexpectedly, the boomerang ultimately hit her instead.

Fang Ling pondered carefully why he had been able to persevere and work hard until now.

It turns out it was simply a combination of factors: high resilience, a panel that could display progress, and a big reward hanging in the sky.

It is to reach the pinnacle of Soul Masters and become a god.

Although they may seem strong-willed, when they know a specific goal to guide them forward, they are still no match for those who face the unknown and still walk alone.

Once you understand this and accept your true self, your inner perception is completely reshaped, and your spirits naturally soar.

"Fang Ling..." Ye Lingling entered the courtyard and looked at Fang Ling strangely today.

Instead of practicing cultivation, he lazily lay on the couch.

He appeared relaxed and carefree, as if the world's troubles had nothing to do with him.

"Sister Lingling, come keep me company." Fang Ling called out softly, patting the empty space next to her.

Ye Lingling's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at him in surprise. "What's wrong with you today?"

"No training today? And no Soul Battle either?"

"No more training, I'm a bit tired, I'll rest today." Fang Ling nodded, then beckoned, "Come on, Sister Lingling, come and sleep with me for a while too."

Ye Lingling instinctively obeyed his words and took two light steps.

Then she suddenly stopped, a shy blush blooming on her cheeks, and then lightly spat out:

"Get lost, you can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth."

"Huh? Oh, sorry, sorry." Fang Ling suddenly realized what shocking thing she had said and apologized repeatedly.

It's unbelievable that he could utter such blatant flirtatious words.

That's too relaxed.

"I didn't mean any harm, I just wanted you to get some rest too."

"I know." Ye Lingling pondered for a moment, then sat down next to Fang Ling.

"Besides, at your age, even if you have bad intentions, what can't you do?"

"?" Fang Ling raised an eyebrow; he had no choice but to respond to this provocation.

He flipped over and got up in an instant, getting close to her fair and tender face.

"I'm a two-ring Soul Master, and my body has been enhanced by two Soul Rings. Sister Lingling, would you like to give it a try?"

Her hot breath stirred Ye Lingling's black veil, seeping through her collar and down her snow-white skin.

The slightly warm breath felt like a gentle caress, almost raising goosebumps on one's skin.

Their piercing gaze makes it impossible for anyone to look them directly in the eye.

Ye Lingling trembled for a moment, her heart skipping a beat at his sudden approach.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she realized he was just watching and not doing anything. "Get lost, Fang Ling, don't joke like that."

Fang Ling stepped back, crossed her hands under her head, and leaned against the headboard:

"It's Lingling who's underestimating me. I also have my pride when it comes to this kind of thing."

"Ha, little man..."

Ye Lingling gave a cold laugh.

The two sat side by side, admiring the scenery for a while, when she suddenly asked softly, "What were you watching the geese for yesterday?"

"You like her?"

Her soft voice carried a barely perceptible hint of excitement and unease.

Fang Ling shook his head slightly: "It's not that I like you, I..." He seemed to be hesitating, considering how to put it.

"It was a feeling that I couldn't quite describe."

"Is it a Martial Soul Fusion Skill?" Ye Lingling was surprised and uncertain; this was the only thing she could think of.

Fang Ling shook his head: "It's not the throbbing of my martial soul, it's just my personal feeling. It's a matter of great importance, and it's a bit too incredible."

"I can't say for sure, let's observe further."

Ye Lingling felt a little relieved after receiving the reply, and the ripples in her heart gradually subsided.

Fang Ling caught her soft breath, recalled her tone, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he chuckled softly, "Why are you so nervous?"

Ye Lingling's body involuntarily stiffened slightly.

She slowly turned her head to meet Fang Ling's gaze, trying her best to remain calm, and replied in a calm tone, "I'm not nervous."

"I don't think so," Fang Ling said with a light laugh, covering her mouth.

"Why doesn't it look like it?"

Ye Lingling's veil fluttered slightly, her eyes flickering with emotion. She stammered, "I... I wasn't nervous at all!"

"Haha." Fang Ling laughed out loud.

Trying to cover up the truth only makes things worse; it's like burying your head in the sand; the ostrich-like act doesn't even look convincing.

"What are you laughing at? Stop laughing!"

Enraged, Ye Lingling pounced on Fang Ling, pinning him to the ground and trying to tickle his armpits.

The two started playfully fighting again.

……

Meanwhile, at the Dugu residence.

Dugu Yan slept in late, yawned as she got out of bed, and then found her grandfather in the mansion.

Dugu Bo was busy confirming Fang Ling's identity that night, while she was sound asleep.

It's not too late to find out the news the next morning.

Dugu Yan asked with concern, "Grandpa, how is it?"

Dugu Bo shook his head:

"He's not a fallen soul master; his soul power is so pure that even I can't compare."

"When I arrived, it was already midnight, and he was still diligently practicing his cultivation."

"His soul power is passively filled with a strong and unwavering fighting spirit. Just like your description, he's a very hardworking kid."

Even he was somewhat surprised by this.

"It's good that he's not a fallen soul master." Dugu Yan preferred not to believe that someone as hardworking and ambitious as Fang Ling could be a fallen soul master.

She was very happy to hear the confirmed news.

"And his gaze..."

Dugu Bo stroked his beard and guessed:

"Based on your description, I'm guessing he might like you?"

"It's just that I'm too insecure for various reasons, so unlike Yu Tianheng, I'm not confident and passionate. Instead, I like him secretly."

"A secret crush..."

Dugu Yan murmured softly, unable to help but think of Ye Lingling, who had finally broken free from the cage in her heart with Fang Ling's help.

If you like her, then what is Ye Lingling?

Although it had only been three months, their relationship developed rapidly, and their intimacy was unlike that of ordinary friends.

She frowned.

I need to remind that silly girl Ye Lingling.

However, let's observe for a while longer before making a decision.