Douluo Continent: Long Live the Spirit Hall

Douluo: Long Live the Spirit Hall! Author: You Tianhe

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To hell with Tang San, to hell with Shrek Academy, long live the Spirit Hall!

A boy with a smart brain chip arrives in another world. When his dual-attribute martial soul splits into two, what kind of sparks will fly when science fiction and martial souls collide?

Years later, when Yan, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, succeeded as Pope and was eventually crowned a god, he rebuilt the God Realm and became the Emperor of Gods.

He has always firmly believed in one principle: a person's vision determines their future. Therefore, from the very beginning, he has not only focused on one world, but also on Douluo Continent, the God of Wine, the Mad God, the Qin Emperor, the Heavenly Jewel Transformation, the Throne of Divine Seal... Each world will become the foundation for him to become the ultimate God Emperor and reach the pinnacle...

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Douro Continent

Chapter 1 Evil Soul Master

In the southeastern part of the Kingdom of Silves in the Douluo Continent, there is a town called Maple Forest.

The full moon had just peeked out of the sky, and the town was quite lively at night. The streets were brightly lit and lined with shops, and noise could be heard coming from many hotels.

There is a main road leading to the official road on the south side of the town, with some inns and restaurants, which are usually quite lively at this time.

Near the southern exit of the town, there was a hotel. A two-story building and several low houses together formed a sizable courtyard. It was quite far from the town center, with few other houses nearby, making it seem rather remote. The hotel's lobby on the first floor was a simple restaurant, and there were some guest rooms on the first and second floors.

However, inside the lobby, although it was brightly lit, one by one, the diners and even the waiters were lying on the ground, as if they had been attacked. Meanwhile, some noises could be heard coming from a guest room on the second floor.

Inside a guest room on the second floor of the inn, several figures were entangled in a fierce struggle. The situation inside the room was rather strange; the half-open door was almost smashed open, and the occasional clattering sounds indicated the intensity of the fight.

Several petite figures lay dead in the living room and bedroom, appearing to be only six or seven years old. Their expressions were pained, and it was unclear who had committed such a cruel act. A strange sound wave echoed in the room, making people dizzy and disoriented.

Inside the living room, a fierce battle was raging, with four figures clashing and exchanging blows, while several halos of different colors swirled and circled around them.

At this moment, the people who were fighting simultaneously retreated and split into two camps. Three figures carefully protected the unconscious children behind them, while keeping a wary eye on the guy opposite who exuded a dark and ominous aura.

The three figures consisted of one woman and two men. The two men were quite old, around thirty years old, and each held a curved sword. They were surrounded by three halos, one white, one yellow, and one light purple.

The other man was about the same age, but he looked rather strange. His hands and feet were much shorter than normal, and his back was slightly raised like a huge carapace. His whole body was covered in an earthy yellow halo, with three halos—one white and two yellow—swirling around him. The second yellow halo even had a faint purple halo.

The only woman among the three was dressed in a white dress. She was probably close to twenty years old, with delicate features and a gentle and charming temperament. She had a pair of pure white wings on her back, and some fine white down on her exposed skin. Her eyes were also somewhat long and narrow, like those of a bird.

Three halos, two yellow and one purple, emanated an extraordinary aura around her, and two men were subtly protecting her from behind.

Opposite the three was a man in a trench coat exuding an ominous aura. The trench coat and the long robe of the same color made him look no more than twenty years old, but his skin was unusually fair, not the kind of fair with a rosy glow, but a sickly pale white.

Behind the man, a pair of bat wings with blood-red patterns were faintly visible in the black. The pupils of his eyes were red, and the sharp canine teeth protruding from the corners of his mouth made him look particularly frightening. When he opened his mouth, a strong smell of blood wafted out.

His eyes were bloodshot and looked eerie, his whole body glowed red, and even his fingernails were red. Around him, two yellow and two purple halos pulsed continuously, and he also emitted a dizzying wave of energy.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking us? We are the deacons of the Spirit Hall in Nar City."

The man among the three, wielding a scimitar, stared cautiously at the guy opposite him. Although he knew very well that the other party was most likely an evil Soul Master, the guy opposite him was a four-ring Soul Master, far beyond his ability to fight. Now he could only hope to scare the other party away with the reputation of the Spirit Hall.

“The Spirit Hall, I, Rasol, am looking for those scum from the Spirit Hall.”

A deep voice slowly rose, and when the man mentioned the Spirit Hall, the man opposite him named Rasol slowly took the lead, the red light in his eyes flickering, becoming increasingly vivid.

“Rasoul, you are the blood-sucking bat Rasoul, Uncle Bart, Uncle Leiden, this guy is a wanted evil spirit master.”

The only woman among the three turned pale upon hearing the man's response and quickly blurted out all the information she knew.

The two middle-aged men blocking her way felt their hearts sink after hearing her explanation. Unlike the girl behind her, who was fresh out of the academy and inexperienced, they were seasoned veterans of the Spirit Hall for over a decade and knew very well how dangerous these wanted fugitive evil spirit masters were.

Opposite the three, the evil spirit master named Rasol did not rush to attack. Instead, he was enjoying the thrill of the hunt with great interest. His blood-red eyes would occasionally fall on the girl's sensitive areas, and his tongue would lick between his sharp teeth.

Lassor's actions were naturally noticed by the three people opposite her. A hint of disgust flashed in the girl's eyes, but her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, revealing her true feelings. The two middle-aged men exchanged glances out of the corner of their eyes, having already made their decision.

"Ding ding ding..."

Three halos on the middle-aged man Bart, who was hunched over like a tortoise, simultaneously erupted with dazzling light, and a powerful energy burst forth instantly.

"First Soul Skill: Rock Turtle Shield! Second Soul Skill: Mystic Earth Defense! Third Soul Skill: Earth Guardian!"

A burst of earthy yellow light emanated from his body, and an earthy yellow light shield blocked his way. Then, two earthy yellow energies rapidly fluctuated, as if forming layers of defensive rock, quickly blocking Rasol's path.

"Third Soul Skill - Hunyuan Slash".

At the same time, Lake, who was holding a scimitar, suddenly pushed the girl behind him towards the door. Then, the pale purple halo quickly shone, and a purple light flashed on his scimitar.

“Miss Liya, let’s hold him off. You go to town and find some mercenaries for help.”

As Lake finished speaking, he took a step forward, and the scimitar in his hand burst out with an unprecedentedly powerful energy, a streak of light flying towards Narasor.

Lasol coldly watched the two's movements, while his second spirit ring flashed with a yellow aura. "Heh, if you alert those mercenaries, things will get a bit troublesome. Second Spirit Skill - Bloodthirsty Claw!"

His body blazed with crimson light, and his claws shone brightly red. The sharp aura contained a strong bloody smell, and his blood claws slammed into the layers of earthen yellow defense with a whooshing sound.

The scorching smell filled the air. The power of this claw strike far exceeded ordinary people's imagination. If it landed on flesh and blood, it would probably pierce through a person's body directly.

Chapter 2 Yan's Awakening

"Boom!"

Inside the guest room, the blood-red claws landed on the layers of earthen yellow barriers, instantly unleashing an extremely powerful energy explosion. Bart, who was releasing earthen yellow light, was immediately sent flying, crashing through the wall with a bang before collapsing motionless in the corridor, his life hanging in the balance.

At that moment, Lake's Hunyuan Slash arrived in front of Rasol, whose bat wings suddenly spread open on his back, and his claws suddenly unleashed thousands of claw shadows.

The red on each of his claws suddenly subsided for a moment, then each extended a foot-long blade, colliding with the slash. Accompanied by a deafening roar, the pale purple air slash was ultimately worn away.

Just then, Lake realized that his companion had been knocked away. The scimitar in his palm flashed again, and the two spirit rings, one white and one yellow, were about to flash when a blood-red claw was already in front of him.

A sharp shriek suddenly erupted from Rasol's mouth, and his first spirit ring shone brightly. Lake and Miss Liya, who was turning to run away, both froze, pausing for a moment at the sound of the shriek.

"I was just teasing you. Did you really think you could stand up to me?"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lassor grabbed Lake by the neck and lifted him up. Then, looking at Miss Leah who had already run to the door, he sneered, "Don't move. If you run, he'll..."

Miss Liya's body trembled, but in a flash she made the right decision: she grabbed the door panel and threw it behind her, then sped off towards the end of the hotel corridor.

Although she was from an academy, she knew that she couldn't hesitate at crucial moments. If even she was subdued, then the sacrifice of the two uncles would be meaningless. As long as she escaped the corridor, she could fly into the sky and go to the town for help as quickly as possible.

"Why must I waste my soul skill?"

Lasol casually tossed aside the powerless Lake, then darted out like a ghost, his fourth spirit ring suddenly lighting up at the same time.

The deep purple soul ring pulsed and glowed, and a cloud of black mist burst forth, accompanied by a shrill whistle that swept through the entire inn. Liya, who was about to escape, suddenly felt her head sink, and then she saw that disgusting smiling face right in front of her.

"My little beauty, I came here especially for you, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Black mist and red light swirled around Rasol's body. At this moment, these two energies quickly approached and spread to Liya's body, soon rendering her unable to resist. She could only watch as the person in front of her carried her back to the room.

Lassor led Lia back to the guest room, leaned out and sniffed her neck lightly, "Tsk tsk tsk, the scent of a virgin is really different. Tonight is truly my lucky day."

At this moment, inside and outside the guest room, the two men, one in the corridor and one in the room, were both in extremely bad condition. However, Lake had not yet fainted. When he saw that Lia had been captured and brought back by Lasor, he stared at her with eyes that seemed to spit fire with hatred.

"What are you looking at?"

Lassor showed him no mercy, kicking him into a corner before carrying the stiff-bodied Lydia to the bedroom. "I have no interest in the blood of a stinky man like you."

Tonight, with this little beauty and these kids, hehe, I can have a feast and enjoy myself. Spirit Hall, I'll make you pay a much higher price sooner or later.

Lassor couldn't wait to kick open the bedroom door, then threw Lia onto the bed, and impatiently tore off his clothes. However, he didn't notice that among the group of children lying on the ground, one of them seemed to have moved slightly.

……

Memories flooded his mind, and the pain in his mind made Yan feel extremely uncomfortable. Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and a question arose in his heart.

"Xiao Yan, this is for you."

"Yan? What kind of name is that? My name isn't... Ouch... It hurts so much..."

"Beep beep beep... Dawn of the AI ​​is at your service..."

Two chaotic streams of memories collided disorderly, causing a cataclysmic upheaval in the mind. Countless streams of information collided and intertwined, accompanied by strange electronic sounds. Just as...

"Douluo Continent... Heaven Dou Empire... Spirit Hall... Spirit Awakening... Flame Lord... Orphan... Sister Liya... So, in this life, I am Yan..."

When Yan finished sorting through all his memories, he was still in a daze, but he had roughly organized the scattered memories in his mind, which gave him a general understanding of his current situation.

His current name is Yan. He is an orphan from the Kingdom of Silves in the Heaven Dou Empire of Douluo Continent. When he awakened his martial soul at the age of six, he showed his talent and was taken in by the Spirit Hall. He was taken in by Sister Liya and two others, and together with a group of children, he went to the Spirit Hall's primary academy.

It was the third day of their journey. Everyone had just finished dinner and was preparing to rest when they suddenly heard a strange sound. Then, he seemed to lose consciousness as if he had blacked out, and he hasn't been conscious since.

After sorting through some general information, Yan had no choice but to face the current dire situation. This young man under the red flag of the new era seemed to have transmigrated again, and it seemed he had transmigrated into the world of a novel as a minor character with some screen time.

But it seems that what I'm wearing isn't what it looks like. I've never heard of this minor character from another novel experiencing a life-or-death crisis in his childhood.

Although he didn't know why the current situation was so different from what he had expected, Yan was not going to sit idly by and wait for his life. He carefully moved his eyelids and squinted out a crack, observing the surrounding situation with his peripheral vision.

This was a hotel room with a somewhat Western-style decor. A fireplace was burning beside him, and a group of boys and girls who looked no more than six or seven years old lay dead next to him. In the bedroom, about seven or eight meters away, a man could be vaguely seen hurriedly taking off his clothes.

From Yan's position, he could see Liya lying on the bed, powerless to resist, out of the corner of his eye. A surge of anger welled up in his heart, and an instinctive impulse almost made him jump up and rush over to fight.

"Don't act impulsively, don't act impulsively..."

Yan quickly suppressed his movements, not daring to make too much noise. Although he had just woken up, the information from his distant memories confirmed the current memories of this body, allowing him to clearly understand many things and also to be more aware of the gap between himself and that person.

The Four-Ring Soul Master, a power level from a novel he had once read, was at least three major levels higher than his current level.

Soul Masters at this level are no ordinary beings; they are certainly not people he, with his small arms and legs, can face head-on. If he wants to escape or even save people, he must use his brain to come up with a solution.

Chapter 3 Lime Powder Greetings

The guest room lobby, near the fireplace.

Yan carefully moved his head, but fortunately, the evil spirit master was about to vent his filthy impulses and did not notice his subtle movement.

"This is……"

Yan cautiously scanned his surroundings, then suddenly noticed some white, blocky objects scattered around him and the other boys and girls. Judging from their outlines, they appeared to be several white stone statues, but most of them were damaged when they fell to the ground, some broken into several irregular pieces.

These white pebbles are not hard, and their fragmented surfaces have some sand holes, suggesting that they were carved from a type of rock that is not very solid.

"This is... a limestone statue, carved from scraps. No wonder the seller specifically warned against dropping it..."

Fragments of memories flashed through Yan's mind. These statues were gifts that Sister Liya had bought for them on their way here to cheer them up. They were white doll-like figures, and a dozen of them cost less than a silver soul coin, so they weren't very valuable. However, the material they were made of was an industrial raw material that Yan remembered.

Limestone, also known as bluestone, scientifically called calcium carbonate, is a high-quality stone that is dark blue in color and very hard, making it an excellent carving material that is not easily damaged. However, the stones Liya bought for Yan and the other children were clearly not the precious kind of stone carvings, but rather pieces carved from scraps. But for Yan, these stones were of greater use.

These white fragments, with their uneven, milky-white cross-sections and some sand holes, along with some white powder on the ground, are considered scraps when mining bluestone, but in industry they are the purest limestone ore.

Calcium carbonate is a white substance, but it turns bluish when mixed with other elements. Pure white limestone is considered scrap material in the stone industry, but in terms of purity, it has the highest calcium carbonate content.