Douluo Continent: A Sister Who Loves Me From the Start

His eyes were fixed on the two departing figures, and his resentment seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

"Yuhao, what's wrong?"

Just then, a sweet-looking girl approached him with a puzzled look, and a cry of "Yu Hao" pulled him back to reality.

After a moment of distraction, Beibei reminded him, "Yuhao, we should go."

"Master... Brother..." Huo Yuhao stared blankly at Tang Ya and Bei Bei's faces, a huge sense of grievance brewing in his heart. He held back his tears and forced a smile.

Pointing to the departing figure of the blue-robed youth, he asked, "Senior Brother, Sister Tang Ya, do you think... that person is really as exaggerated as the teacher said? A Soul Master at the age of ten... does such a genius really exist in the world?"

Huo Yuhao was filled with mixed emotions. If only he had such talent, things wouldn't have turned out this way, and perhaps his mother wouldn't have left...

A sense of powerlessness rose within him. When could he become such a dazzling genius?

Tang Ya also noticed that Huo Yuhao was acting strangely, and that his gaze was fixed on the back of the boy in blue. She said to him softly, "Yuhao, if you don't have the talent, then you have to work hard to cultivate. One day you will become a genius like him. Remember, don't be discouraged."

Seeing the encouragement from the gentle Tang Ya, Huo Yuhao felt a little comforted. He nodded and said, "Sister Tang Ya, I will work hard and will not let down this hard-won spot in the Tang Sect!"

"Ah."

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"Teacher, what's the name of that really handsome boy in the blue shirt?" Huo Yuhao asked the teacher at the registration desk.

"Oh~" The teacher was puzzled for a moment before realizing what was going on, and then said with a big smile, "You mean him? Haha, his name is Shen Yumo, and I dare say he's the number one freshman this year!"

"Then...is his talent really that good?" Huo Yuhao asked in a low voice, his head lowered.

"Hmm? Why are you asking this? You're a freshman too, right? You'll meet him sooner or later. You'll find out how strong he is then. Only in Soul Battles can a Soul Master's strength be truly demonstrated!" The teacher suddenly became serious. It was clear that the teacher was a good one…

"OK, thanks."

“Yuhao…” Beibei walked to Huo Yuhao’s side and looked at him with concern.

Huo Yuhao was thinking about what the teacher had said during registration: Yes! Only in battle can one truly see the strength of a Soul Master. I will meet him too... Sooner or later, I will become like him.

Perhaps it was the verbal conflict between the boy and Dai Huabin that made Huo Yuhao feel a strong liking for that special boy. Now he couldn't wait to see the duel between the two. He believed that victory would belong to the side of justice.

This is also a good opportunity to observe the enemy's soul skills and fighting style, laying the foundation for defeating him in the future...

If Shen Yumo knew Huo Yuhao's thoughts, she would definitely scoff. The side of justice? So there is such a thing as justice in the world. Rules are often made by the strong. Conflict with Dai Huabin is not what Shen Yumo wants to see.

He just didn't know what was going on and insisted on provoking her. She preferred peace and quiet and didn't like fighting and killing, but if someone who wasn't smart enough wanted to be bullied, then Shen Yumo had no choice but to give in to them. It was a way of making an example of someone, and she could also take this opportunity to get to know Huo Yuhao.

Sooner or later, all of this will change thanks to his efforts.

Shrek Academy, the best academy on the entire continent, has produced countless talents and is a sacred place in the hearts of many.

With elegant and mature steps, I entered the outer campus of Shrek Academy. The Shrek Academy boasts a beautiful environment with abundant and lush vegetation. The white freshman teaching building is located at the southernmost side and is closest to the lakeside path. Walking along the south side of Shrek Square, you will arrive at this teaching building.

Because it was the time for new student enrollment, the new student teaching building was particularly lively, with some new students who had passed the assessment registering and reporting for duty here.

Registration went very smoothly, but the tuition for one academic year was a whopping ten gold soul coins. And that didn't even include food expenses. If you failed the assessment and dropped out midway, the tuition wouldn't be refunded, which scared Shen Yumo so much that she almost renewed for another hundred years.

I received my dormitory key, two sets of school uniforms, and a freshman badge.

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Chapter 30 Dragon God Douluo Mu En

Registration went very smoothly, but the tuition for one academic year was a whopping ten gold soul coins. And that didn't even include food expenses. If you failed the assessment and dropped out midway, the tuition wouldn't be refunded, which scared Shen Yumo so much that she almost renewed for another hundred years.

I received my dormitory key, two sets of school uniforms, and a freshman badge.

Walking on the wide avenue, no matter which direction you look, you can see at least ten kinds of plants, all of which have clearly been carefully pruned.

Handsome men and beautiful women kept walking around him, and some even stopped and stood there, gazing longingly at the boy as he left.

Dressed in a striking blue robe, though still young, he exuded an air of confidence, displaying a maturity and composure beyond his years, which naturally possessed a fatal attraction for some young girls just beginning to experience love.

An advertisement board caught Shen Yumo's attention. It was Zhou Yi, the homeroom teacher of Class 1 of the freshmen. She was a student in Class 1 of the freshmen. She never expected to be in the same class as Huo Yuhao. Maybe it was because she enrolled early.

Passing between the white freshman teaching building and the yellow second and third-year teaching buildings, Shen Yumo saw the dormitory building. The dormitory building occupied a very large area, and although it was a single building, it was painted in four colors: white, yellow, purple, and black. This clearly represented the living areas for students of different grades from the four teaching buildings, and it had six floors in total.

Shen Yumo could only give a thumbs up. Impressive! The hierarchy is clear. If you're not strong enough, what are you doing here? Just go home and farm.

With a charming smile playing on his lips, the Taoist priest slowly walked over.

An exceptionally powerful figure appears, equivalent to the Sweeping Monk of my past life. This Dragon God Douluo is just being mischievous, saying he likes the vibrant energy of children. Good heavens, you Black Mountain Demon, you like mere vitality...

That being said, certain attitudes are necessary; leaving a good impression on Elder Mu is the real achievement.

Shen Yumo arrived at the entrance of the white building.

Sitting in front of him was an elderly man who looked quite old. He was dressed in a gray cloth robe, and the wrinkles on his face were enough to trap more than a dozen flies at once. His eyes were dim and his eyelids drooped, giving him an appearance of being frail and old. The sunlight from the building shone perfectly on him, and the reclining chair looked quite comfortable.

He looks rather old, perhaps from a fight with the previous sect leader of the Body Sect.

Hey.

His drooping eyelids slowly opened, and he sensed it—he sensed a murderous aura.

Although he was weak, he felt terrified when facing others.

Suddenly, a slightly respectful voice came from behind.

"Grandpa, isn't it too sunny here? Should I push you to another spot?"

A handsome man with long sky-blue hair and distinctive eyes appeared before Moon.

The boy's heroic spirit was completely out of place for his age, but there was a murderous aura about him that made people uncomfortable.

His aged eyes opened in that instant, becoming bright and alert. He slowly sat up, and Shen Yumo stepped forward to help him.

Mu En looked at the boy, his aged eyes having already silently and carefully examined him.

A kind smile spread across his lips. "Child, killing will only plunge your heart into confusion, and hatred will only blind you. Now that you've come to Shrek Academy, I hope you can be a down-to-earth person and a true Soul Master."

He saw the murderous intent and the murderous aura. He knew that this young man might have had a terrible hatred that led him to kill a few people. The smell of blood was still so repulsive.

Shen Yumo was slightly taken aback, then nodded respectfully and said, "Grandpa, I have no hatred, I'm living a good life, I have my own pursuits, that's normal." As she spoke, her signature smile appeared on her lips.

Mu En truly lived up to his name, the Dragon God Douluo. In just a dozen seconds, he discerned a great deal: the killing intent and murderous aura. However, there was one thing: he harbored no hatred, never had. It was more like a pursuit or a goal.

Moon was acting strangely at this moment. He felt like he wasn't talking to an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, but rather like a conversation between friends.

Why do I have this feeling?

However, he couldn't help but worry about the boy. That murderous aura was real, and he needed to confirm some things to ensure that other students wouldn't be affected or suffer worse consequences.

The old man sighed softly. The sunlight shone on his face, making him appear so holy and radiant, which was simply his nature.

"Child, may I take a look at your martial spirit?" Mu En smiled at the boy, a hint of urgency in his voice, his gaze fixed on him.

What others cannot see is that a gentle, luminous power is being used invisibly, and no one can perceive it.

Moon looked at the boy with gentle eyes, as if nothing in the world could move him. The boy was lost in thought.

Martial soul?

He just wanted to confirm whether his martial soul had been corrupted. If an evil soul master infiltrated Shrek Academy, what a huge mockery and sensation that would be.

It's a pity that my martial soul, Shen Yumo's, is the king of weapon martial souls. Its nature is bloodlust and slaughter. It doesn't need to be corrupted. That would only reduce its power and devalue it.

Looking around, thankfully, it was nearing noon and most of the students had already gone to lunch, so there weren't many people around. Anyway, he didn't have an evil martial spirit, so what was the harm in showing it to Mu En?

"Okay, but I don't want anyone else to see it for now." The boy smiled wickedly, followed by a violent tremor of soul power fluctuations.

He was ready to display his martial spirit.

Looking at the boy's confident appearance, Mu En was somewhat dazed, as if he saw himself in the past. After a kind and gentle laugh, he waved his hand, and the surroundings were covered by a small area of ​​light.

After doing all this, Moon leaned back and looked at the boy.

The boy smiled, and the surrounding light was unusually strong, which made Shen Yumo feel a little oppressed, even though the light was not directed at her.

Qian slowly opened her hand, and a purplish-red light exploded. Then, a scarlet light appeared in the boy's pupils. He had already felt the deep aura of the Demon Blade Thousand Blades and the collision of the two auras.

After a flash of light that seemed about to shatter, a knife with an astonishing appearance appeared.

Composed of a dark purple hilt and a broken blade, the blade is made up of thousands of fragments, making it look so special. The black hilt and half of the blade, along with the broken blade patterns, constantly emit a faint blue light, while the blade itself continuously emits blue or purple light.

"It is a sword, my martial spirit, and also my best partner and most loyal friend." The boy looked at the demonic sword that was about to strike, and the gentleness in his eyes smoothed out the cracks in the sword.

It was as if he were looking at an old friend, someone he hadn't seen in a long time and missed dearly. Dao smiled, and he smiled too.

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Chapter 31 Born to Kill

"It is a sword, my martial spirit, and also my best partner and most loyal friend." The boy looked at the demonic sword that was about to strike, and the gentleness in his eyes smoothed out the cracks in the sword.

It was as if he were looking at an old friend, someone he hadn't seen in a long time and missed dearly. Dao smiled, and he smiled too.

Having been tempered by human blood, the blade's radiance was far more dazzling than before, and the black cracks resembled rifts in space, severing everything.

Subsequently, the aura of the spatial light grew stronger, as if it had discovered an anomaly and attempted to suppress the dark purple figure. However, the dark purple aura was like an unkillable cockroach, constantly moving around, and Shen Yumo exclaimed that she was severely injured.

cough cough.

The moment the demonic blade appeared, Moon closed his eyes and lay back down in the chair.

You don't necessarily have to see a martial spirit with your eyes; sometimes, your heart is more useful and can help you see the true nature of a martial spirit.

Just as the boy thought, compared to the martial souls of those evil spirit masters, this sword must be their king, making all evil martial souls bow down in submission.

Its noble aura is like that of a king in the dark, and all martial spirits that enjoy darkness will give way to it.

Mu En sensed that this was not an evil martial spirit; it was as if the killing aura was an innate attribute, a spiritual energy that was naturally cultivated and did not belong to any category.

hum...

The clanging of the blade gave Mu En a new definition of what a sword was. Indeed, as the boy said, it was a martial spirit with a soul, his most loyal companion.

The blade's edge was unparalleled in sharpness. Mu En could imagine the power of this blade as it severed the enemy's head; it was a killing weapon, a true martial spirit.

The broken blades were like sharp knife tips, each piece resembling a perfect work of art. Mu En had to admit that this was not only a powerful knife, but also a powerful martial spirit!

"I can feel the resonance from the sword. I was wrong. This sword is not some evil martial spirit, nor is it a sword stained with blood and lives. This is its true nature. It is rare to have such a special martial spirit and still be able to safely maintain its characteristics."

Mu En smiled, his wrinkles creased together. He had worried too much. This martial soul simply retained its original nature and was not tainted by any evil attributes. That innate killing intent was more like the attribute of a weapon martial soul.