Douluo Continent: A Sister Who Loves Me From the Start

Chapter 21 That old scoundrel is going too far!

Who would have thought that an old man with white hair and a childlike appearance could have such a vicious heart, taking disguise to the extreme?

"Senior, didn't you say this was a contest between young people?" The young man gritted his teeth and uttered these words under pressure.

The two soul bones were quietly activating. He remembered that the Snow Empress had given him two soul bones the night before he left, two leg soul bones that could greatly increase his speed!

But once used, there is no way out; you either escape or die a miserable death and have your soul bone cruelly dug out.

"Heh? Young man, let me teach you a lesson: never trust anyone easily, and learn to disguise yourself."

As the old man spoke, he crossed his two muscular arms over his chest, his mocking smile and the sarcasm in his eyes making no attempt to conceal them.

"Master...Master..." The girl, who had just sensed the aura of death, sat on the ground, her face filled with terror, clearly frightened.

The old man looked at his granddaughter, and the murderous intent in his aged eyes became even more resolute.

Under the pressure of the Soul Emperor, Shen Yumo braced herself against her knees with both hands, trying her best not to kneel down, and gasped for breath.

"Before I went out to hunt for spirit rings, my elders warned me not to cause trouble. Now I regret not listening to their advice... cough cough..." Feeling suffocated by the powerful pressure, Shen Yumo shook his head, looking like a cowardly young man.

But the bloodthirsty nature within me kept assaulting my brain, and the murderous intent in my heart had already taken over my entire being. If I, Shen Yumo, escape this calamity, I will surely tear you all to pieces!

Going out to hunt for spirit rings?

Such a talented kid wouldn't run to this far north for no reason. He's not here on vacation. What else can a Soul Master do in this place besides hunting for Soul Rings?

If this kid really is here to hunt for a spirit ring, I can't help but believe that there's no one else around him.

Thinking of this, the old man looked around. He knew his own strength; a six-ring battle spirit emperor was nothing. If what this kid said was true, then he and his granddaughter would be in trouble.

If we kill this kid, we definitely won't be able to leave.

The old man panicked at the thought that there were other high-level soul masters around. It would be dishonorable to bully a young man, and besides, the power behind this kid must be extraordinary, and he couldn't handle it.

Thinking about it this way, the soul power and pressure I released must have been noticed by the kid who was protecting me, so the best option now is to leave or run!

Thinking about it, the pressure exerted on the boy from the air lessened considerably, and the old man hesitated.

Shen Yumo stubbornly raised her deep and charming eyes, a hint of joy in her eyes. It seemed to be working. It would be best if... best if this old man was easy to coax, otherwise she would have to run with all her might today.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. The oppressive force in the air was also withdrawn. The old fox's thoughts were simple: safety of life comes first! It was precisely because of this that Shen Yumo shrewdly seized the opportunity to exploit his weakness.

The old man's eyebrows were furrowed together, his brows twisted into a deep frown. Clearly, he was hesitant, wanting to kill the boy but also wanting to escape unscathed.

But seeing his granddaughter terrified out of the corner of his eye, he felt a deep sense of resentment...

but……

just in case……

What if this kid is lying to me?

Looking at the boy, he saw that the boy still had a solemn expression and showed no signs of distress. If the boy was real, he should turn around and leave immediately. But if he was fake and the boy was trying to scare him, then he had been tricked by the boy.

Besides! After such a long time, shouldn't someone have arrived by now?

The Soul Emperor could fly through the air at great speed, yet there wasn't a single ghost in sight...

illustrate……

The old man thought to himself, then grinned menacingly. "You little brat, if you hadn't died young, this world would probably have produced an unparalleled talent!"

But today, this feud has been formed, and I won't be at peace until I kill you...

and so……

……

I was too careless. I must reflect on this incident to prevent myself from suffering the same pain again.

Just as Shen Yumo was about to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that the matter was over, a figure filled with murderous intent rushed over.

A black light flashed...

not good!

Shen Yumo's heart skipped a beat. In the nick of time, she quickly dodged to the sides, her soul power gathering and ready to be unleashed, enveloping her entire body.

The ancient soul bones in both legs exerted their power simultaneously, humming...

A massive fist, enveloped in black soul power, grazed past, its force enough to easily kill a low-level soul master...

run!

Shen Yumo's first thought was to run! To run with all her might!

A dazzling purple flash passed by, and the two hundred fragments of the Demon Blade Thousand Blades had already enveloped his entire body. With a swift movement, taking advantage of the few seconds the old man needed to react after his fist landed, he flashed away, and a blue-purple light flashed by...

boom!

"Nobody here?" Before the old man could react, a figure as swift as the wind and as fast as lightning had already run dozens of meters away.

The two spirit rings, one yellow and one purple, were exceptionally conspicuous, clearly indicating that the boy was fleeing at full speed.

The old man naturally witnessed this scene and couldn't help but admire him, thinking he was truly a peerless genius.

"Boy, I knew I hadn't misjudged you! If you had escaped today, I wouldn't have been able to sleep soundly!"

The old man chuckled cruelly a few times, his figure flashed, and six spirit rings surrounded him. Although the old man was not an agility-based attacker and was not good at speed, no matter how bad his talent was, he still managed to reach the cultivation level of a Soul Emperor in his later years.

In fact, it would be more than enough for a Soul Emperor who is not good at speed to catch up with a mere three-ring Soul Venerable.

But that's not the case. At first, the old man didn't take the boy seriously. During the chase, he was thinking about how to kill the boy and the pros and cons.

However, as he chased after the boy, he found that the distance between him and the boy was getting bigger and bigger, and the old man had to use all his strength and all his soul power to increase his speed.

If this gets out, it will not only be seen as an act of the strong bullying the weak, but also as something that will make people laugh their heads off.

It would be a laughing stock if a Soul Emperor couldn't catch up with a mere third-ring cultivator.

That means we absolutely cannot let this kid get away; we must kill him!

The pursuit has reached this point; even the old man wouldn't believe that the boy doesn't have a soul bone in his leg. He truly deserves to be a genius of a great family; soul bones are practically a dime a dozen for him. You must know that I, in my entire life, only have one left arm bone with the strength attribute!

A gleam of joy flashed in the old man's aged eyes: Murder for treasure!

Its speed increased rapidly, like a cannonball, chasing after the receding, blurry blue-purple figure with speed and power...

On the vast, boundless snowfield, two figures, leaving afterimages, raced across the snow.

The blue-purple creature moved with the speed of the wind and the speed of lightning, covering hundreds of meters in a single step, rapidly disappearing into the outer edge of the far north.

The black figure, exuding murderous intent and possessing formidable flying speed, pursued the blue figure. If the blue figure were caught, one could imagine the consequences…

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Chapter 22 The Special Carving Knife

On the vast, boundless snowfield, two figures, leaving afterimages, raced across the snow.

The blue-purple creature moved with the speed of the wind and the speed of lightning, covering hundreds of meters in a single step, rapidly disappearing into the outer edge of the far north.

The black figure, carrying a murderous aura and possessing formidable flying speed, pursued the blue figure. If the blue figure were caught, one could imagine what its fate would be.

He's gone mad, this old man's gone mad! I didn't kill your granddaughter, besides, it was your granddaughter who spoke rudely earlier. I was just teaching her a lesson on your behalf.

Shen Yumo hesitated and turned back, only to find that the black figure, swift as a tiger, was getting further and further away from her.

A surge of joy welled up within him, and he quickened his pace, about to escape the far north. At the same time, he could clearly feel his soul power rapidly draining away! The fragments of the demonic blade surrounding him, protecting him, were also shifting between illusory and real forms.

A wave of weakness washed over me, and my stomach began to rumble with hunger. It seemed I needed to find a place to rest and recover my soul power as soon as possible, and also get something to eat.

If he hadn't confidently told the Ice and Snow Emperors that he was capable of escaping the far north on his own, this old man might have died long ago.

He had been too careless. If there were a second time, he would definitely choose to have the Ice and Snow Emperors send him out of the far north, and teach him a lesson as well.

Don't be too arrogant; learn to be cunning!

Moreover, in the Douluo Continent, where powerful figures abound, a three-ring Soul Master's cultivation is truly, truly too weak! So weak it's unbearable to look at...it's an eyesore...

However, he would eventually grow stronger, and Shen Yumo would remember this grudge; a gentleman would not leave a grudge unavenged.

I, Shen Yumo, am not a person of high moral character. Let's not discuss who is right and who is wrong in this matter. It's useless. This feud has been formed. If we meet again in the future, we will fight to the death.

……

The far north.

The old man walked heavily toward his granddaughter...

"Grandpa, he really tried to kill me just now, sob sob..."

……

The northernmost border region of the Heavenly Soul Empire.

A young man, as beautiful as an immortal, stepped into this border city.

This place is not far from the far north. Because it is a checkpoint for entering the far north, a fee-charging checkpoint has been set up here, with an entrance and exit fee of one silver soul coin.

Before leaving, Hyotei gave him a spatial soul tool. Shen Yumo didn't know what level the soul tool was. The space inside was very large, filled with countless gold soul coins and some strange things.

There were also several pieces of ancient soul bones that emitted a faint purple hue, and the most interesting one was a small knife.

The knife is small enough to fit perfectly upright in the palm of your hand. Its blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, cool and refreshing to the touch, gradually calming the mind. The blade is also engraved with some lifelike patterns, making the already thin tin blade look even more delicate and beautiful.

With the infusion of a trace of soul power, the sharp blade emitted a magnificent blue light.

Shen Yumo also knew that this was very likely a ranking engraving knife! And the ranking would definitely not be low. This was a good thing. You should know that even the strongest academy on the entire continent, Shrek Academy, only had two engraving knives!

Carving knives are naturally suited for crafting soul tools, and having a carving knife greatly increases a soul tool maker's success rate in crafting soul tools! In the hands of a level 7, 8, or even 9 soul tool maker, their value is even greater.

Shen Yumo chuckled, revealing a lovesick grin. Old Shen doesn't have many other hobbies, he just loves his treasures.

There wasn't much else in the ring, but those piles of gold soul coins were truly dazzling, worth at least tens of millions of gold soul coins.

No need to guess, this whole bunch of stuff was captured from humans by the Ice and Snow Emperors.

Many Soul Masters who need to advance to the Title Douluo level have the Ice attribute and are highly likely to go to the dangerous area of ​​the far north to hunt for Soul Rings.

How desirable it is to be a 100,000-year-old red-haired Soul Master! The boost it brings is enormous. Not only does it grant powerful Soul Skills, but it is also a symbol of strength. You can also acquire a 100,000-year-old Soul Bone along the way. These conditions are incredibly tempting.

I believe no titled Douluo could refuse.

Of course, some Soul Masters will risk entering the core area...