Douluo Continent: Long Live the Spirit Hall

"Little mouse, I've got you."

Rasol, having unleashed his soul skill, locked onto Yan's path through sonic feedback. Because of his soul skill, the little mouse no longer dared to dodge or scurry around, and could only walk in a straight line, which was perfect for him.

Although his vision was impaired, his movement speed was not affected. The reason he had suffered repeated setbacks was because the little mouse took advantage of his poor vision and kept turning at crucial moments. If it had moved in a straight line, the little rascal would not have been able to escape his grasp.

When Yan was two steps away from the window, the black mist behind him was less than a meter away, but he knew he couldn't keep running.

He knew he couldn't outrun the evil spirit master behind him. If he took just one more step forward, the black mist would catch up. Although he didn't know what it was, he didn't dare to try.

"Martial Soul Awakening, Flame Lord, Flame..."

At this moment, Yan fully released his soul power, then leaped up towards the window with both feet. He then directed all his soul power towards the direction from which the black mist was coming, and dark red flames instantly ignited and spread. When the blazing fire snakes touched the flour that filled the entire warehouse, a wisp of firelight quickly spread.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom..."

The terrifying explosion resounded for a radius of a kilometer. People who were gathering in various parts of the town were startled by the sudden commotion and instinctively ran out to look in the direction from which the sound came.

A hundred meters away from Maple Forest Town, a figure soared through the sky, its eagle eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, occasionally gazing in the direction of Maple Forest Town, a hint of doubt in its eyes.

Suddenly, a series of booming explosions, accompanied by a mushroom cloud of fire rising more than ten meters high, came into his view. Without hesitation, the Soul Master flew over.

The courtyard of the inn near the town entrance on the south side of Fenglin Town was in a mess. A terrifying explosion occurred in the closed storage room, which overturned the courtyard. After the explosion, thick smoke billowed and flames raged. Flames fell everywhere and spread rapidly after hitting various flammable materials.

The commotion finally woke the unconscious crowd, and in a panic, they began to flee frantically, with countless figures darting out of the small building inn.

Chapter 6 Soul King Feng Lin

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan..."

Chaos reigned in the south of Maple Forest Town. The inn, shrouded in thick smoke, was in complete disarray. Liya, with several waking children, helped the seriously injured Lake and Kent down from the second floor. Meanwhile, they were still trying to find Xiao Yan, who had lured Rasol away.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, a rapid gust of wind came from the sky. Liya looked up and saw a figure with five rings moving rapidly falling from the sky. As his third soul skill lit up, a hurricane was generated out of thin air. The strong wind pressure swept through the courtyard and instantly suppressed the flames and dissipated the thick smoke.

As a fierce wind swept across the land, the rising flames gradually subsided. The figure, after falling through the air, landed swiftly before Liya and the others. He glanced at them and said in a deep voice, "I am Feng Lin, Inspector of the Spirit Hall. Can you tell me what happened here?"

"Xiao Yan".

Liya suddenly noticed the little boy being held in Feng Lin's arms. His body was charred black, and his hair was almost carbonized. He looked like he was seriously injured. She quickly ran over and took the little boy in her arms.

Liya circulated her soul power, and with the activation of her third soul skill, a soft light quickly fell upon the boy. The boy's previously rapid breathing calmed down, and his aura recovered considerably. Liya was a healing-type support soul master, which was why she appeared so weak in combat and was easily subdued by Lasor.

Lake's injuries were less severe, and he had already received basic treatment from Liya, so he was fine. He then reported the situation to Feng Lin, "Envoy Feng Lin, we are deacons from Nar City, leading these children to the First Primary Soul Master Academy in Wuhun City, when we were ambushed by Bloodbat Rasol on the way..."

"Lasor, where is he? Tell me quickly..."

Feng Lin had initially appeared quite composed, but when he heard the name Lasor, his tone suddenly became serious and urgent. He had been searching for this evil soul master for a long time, and the last time he lost track of him was only half a day ago. Hearing his name now meant that he hadn't gone in the wrong direction.

Lake looked ashamed and glanced worriedly at Yan, who was being harassed by Liya. He said in a deep voice, "This... I'm really ashamed. I fainted just now, and it was little Yan who led him away, and that's why..."

Feng Lin's expression shifted, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "This child lured Lassor away. I just caught him in the sky... Could it be..."

He quickly left the others behind and walked to a dark, grimy area of ​​ruins. There, he saw only a few broken walls and rubble remaining of the original warehouse, but in one corner of the ruins, a charred figure could be vaguely seen.

He slowly squatted down, pried open the mouth of the blackened mutilated body, and stared at the two sharp tiger teeth for a long time without saying a word.

"It really is him."

He slowly got up, then turned to look at the still unconscious boy, Xiao Yan, and muttered to himself, "How did you do that?"

What Feng Lin didn't notice was that the unconscious little boy seemed to open his eyelids unintentionally, a blue light flickering quietly in his eyes, yet it was as if nothing had happened.

……

"Beep beep beep... beep beep beep..."

The familiar electronic voice woke Yan up again, pulling his mind out of its daze. The long period of unconsciousness had allowed him to sort out the relatively chaotic knowledge, and now he finally had a general idea of ​​his situation.

"Dawn, scan my entire body."

After shaking his groggy head, he reshaped his worldview and barely accepted his situation. Although he didn't know why the things in his head had followed him, he still used his AI immediately.

The Dawn of Electronic Intelligence, a revolutionary product of the present-day Earth, is a cutting-edge technology that helps modern humans adapt to a faster-paced life.

This is a groundbreaking invention that has ushered humanity into an era of greater efficiency. Recording, storing, analyzing… with the help of Dawn's powerful computing capabilities, humans are now able to handle tasks requiring higher intensity and precision.

Dawn is able to collect and record information to form a database, with humans as the main body, including sound, images, smells, and even genetic information, which can be recorded and analyzed.

As a product of a different era, it has no physical form; rather than a high-tech invention, it's more like a program or a stream of information. It's said to have been bound to a soul in its past life, and now it seems that's indeed the case.

"The host is severely depleted of energy and feeling listless. It is recommended that you rest for twelve hours to allow for deep sleep and recovery..."

A three-dimensional model appeared in my mind, and the stream of numbers that flowed out like a waterfall eventually formed detailed data.

Yan carefully observed his various data points and felt slightly relieved after confirming that his injuries had almost healed. He thought to himself with relief, "Putting aside everything else, some of the things in this world, such as soul skills, are indeed very overpowered. Healing attribute soul skills, huh? They are truly amazing."

As Yan was pondering a problem, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching from afar. A thought struck him, and he relaxed his voice, entering a semi-sleep state.

He had barely closed his eyes when the door was pushed open, two different footsteps entered one after the other, and then a voice rang out, "Has the child not woken up yet?"

The first voice that rang out sounded hoarse and aged, suggesting that the person was quite old.

"Lord Feng Lin, I've been taking care of Xiao Yan these past few days. Xiao Yan's injuries have almost healed, but I don't know why she still hasn't woken up."

Another voice rang out; it was Liya, the older sister from Yan's memory. Their conversation concerned his recovery. After listening for a while, he felt the time was right. Just as Feng Lin turned his head slightly to speak to Liya, his eyes slowly opened.

"Liya, sister."

It was a little awkward to speak first. Although he had called out easily in the hotel room to lower Lassall's guard, he felt awkward now that they were face to face, or rather, the adult soul within him felt awkward.

"Xiao Yan, you're finally awake."

Liya was overjoyed to see Yan awaken. She immediately forgot about Feng Lin and quickly went to sit on the edge of the bed. She carefully helped Yan sit up on the edge of the bed, as if she was afraid that he would bump into something.

"Xiao Yan, this is Lord Feng Lin, the Inspector of the Spirit Hall. You should thank Lord Feng Lin. If he hadn't caught you, you don't know how much more suffering you would have endured. Lord Feng Lin is a Soul King, isn't he amazing?"

Liya touched Yan's forehead with heartache, then pointed to Soul King Feng Lin, who was still standing and observing him. Upon hearing this, Yan simply looked up again.

Chapter 7 The Truth That Night

"Greetings, Lord Feng Lin."

Inside the ward, Yan leaned against the headboard and nodded to Feng Lin as he approached.

"Child, don't be nervous."

Seeing Yan's cautious movements, Feng Lin thought he was too nervous, so he stopped behind Liya and didn't go forward. He smiled kindly at Yan, but probably because he hadn't smiled in a long time, this smile looked even more frightening.

While Feng Lin was trying to gain Yan's favor, Yan was also observing this Soul King. To be fair, he still had to thank this one.

Although he had planned many steps, some problems still arose during the actual operation. If it weren't for this person catching him in the air that night, he might be in much worse condition now.

"Child, I have something I want to ask you."

Feng Lin slowed his speech to appear amiable, then looked at Yan and asked, "That day in Lassore, when that bad guy was chasing you, were there other people involved?"

Feng Lin still harbors doubts about what happened that night. Lasor is indeed dead, but who killed him? The child in front of him hasn't even obtained a spirit ring, so it's impossible for him to unleash such a terrifying spirit skill. Could it be that someone secretly intervened? He is now eager to know more and find out the truth.

After pretending to think for a while, Yan said, "Lord Feng Lin, it seems like there was no one else there that day. I don't know exactly what happened, but I remember that the flour caught fire, and then I heard a loud bang, and I was thrown into the air."

"Flour? Are you sure, child?"

Feng Lin was puzzled by Yan's answer. Flour could cause such a commotion? He just couldn't believe it. However, after confirming Yan's words several times, Feng Lin could only leave with a belly full of doubts.

"Child, you should get some rest first."

Feng Lin said goodbye to Yan, exchanged a few words with Liya, and then turned and left the ward. It was unclear whether he was going to verify Yan's statement or to take care of other matters.

"Xiao Yan, how are you feeling now?"

After Feng Lin left, Liya became concerned about Yan's health. Although Yan had been taking care of and receiving treatment from her these past few days, she couldn't help but worry, since Yan had been so frightening when she rescued him that day.

She still feels lingering fear when she thinks about the charred and extremely hot child she took in that day. If Yan hadn't lured Rasoul away that night, all of them might have been in trouble, and she would most likely have met a similar fate.

"It's alright now."

Yan shook his head. He had already used his AI to check his condition before choosing to wake up, and apart from his poor mental state, there were no other problems.

It must be said that the martial souls and soul skills in the Douluo world are truly amazing. Not to mention the bizarre and wonderful combat soul skills, the healing soul skill that Liya used alone directly pulled him back from the brink of death, which is truly a bug.

Of course, his plan to kill Rasoul that night was meticulously calculated, and his martial spirit played a significant role in the process.

Lasor probably never dreamed that Yan had been plotting against him from the very beginning when he made any noise. He deliberately made noise to make the other party think he was just a crying little boy, thus lowering his guard.

When the evil spirit master lowered his guard and met him, his face covered in lime powder, the guy had already stepped into a death trap.

Because the subsequent steps of the plan, whether it was to cause him secondary harm with water or to lure him into the warehouse and use flour to create a dust explosion, were all within Yan's AI calculation scheme.

Through calculation and using his wisdom, he first used the extremely high temperature of his own martial spirit to burn lime powder, and then gradually led the person into the sealed warehouse.

This step in the plan was crucial. He knew there was a lot of flour in the warehouse. Before moving in during the day, he and that group of kids had played hide-and-seek in the warehouse, and he remembered it vividly.

The next step was the most dangerous. The confined space inside the warehouse was small, which greatly reduced his range of movement and made him easier to be caught. He almost died there.

Fortunately, the flour had already been scattered all over the place, and the dust density in the air was extremely high. After using the AI ​​to detect that the conditions for a dust explosion were met, he decisively released his martial soul completely in the dangerous situation.

The powerful flames inherent in the Flame Lord Martial Soul caused the explosion. His own fire attribute immunity and the strong physical body brought by the Martial Soul allowed him to minimize the damage from the explosion. So what if Rasol is a Soul Master? He's still the one who's alive now. In the end, he won that battle.

Yan sat on the edge of the bed chatting with Liya, and couldn't help but ask about the current situation, "Sister Liya, where are we now?"

Liya gently stroked Yan's forehead and said softly, "Little Yan, after you were injured that day, Lord Feng Lin brought us to Sanglvis City, which is forty miles away from Maple Forest Town. We are now in the Spirit Hall of Sanglvis City. You have been unconscious for almost two days."

"Sanlvs City is forty miles away from Maple Forest Town, which isn't too far."

Yan smiled upon hearing this, glanced at the warm sunshine outside the window, leaned slightly against the headboard, thought for a moment, then turned to look at Liya and said with a smile, "By the way, Sister Liya, I'm so bored lying in bed right now. Could you help me find some books, preferably about soul beasts?"

Liya nodded, then couldn't help but pat Yan's head again, before smiling and standing up, saying, "Little Yan, do you want to read? The Spirit Hall here seems to have a small library. I'll go find it."

Yan watched Liya leave, and even after she left the room, the smile on his face remained unchanged. Only when no one was around did he lean back with a relaxed expression. "Ah! The crisis is over. Now I need to stay safe and not be reckless. The key is to learn more knowledge through books. Knowledge is power."

……

In the Spirit Hall of Sanlves City, warm sunlight streamed through the windows onto the floor, filling the room with a soft glow. Yan, who was still recovering from his injuries, lay on the bedside, holding a thick book of spirit beast illustrations in his hands.

When he turned the last page, Yan placed the thick picture book he was holding, which could be used as a pillow, on the cabinet next to him, rubbed his sore eyes, and his expression was not very good.

"There are some problems with my martial spirit, this is troublesome."

He relaxed his body and slumped against the headboard, rubbing his messy hair with both hands. He lifted his palms slightly upwards, and his skin immediately became covered with granite-like textures. Dark red flames swirled in his palms, and the temperature in the room instantly increased significantly.

Chapter 8 The Concept of Dual Martial Souls