Douluo Continent: I Have a Nameless Law

An old man with disheveled hair and a slightly broken bowl walked up to the soup kitchen, handed it out, and looked expectantly at the soldier distributing the soup.

The soldier glanced at the other person, took the bowl, and served him a bowl of thin porridge that looked like plain water, with only a few grains of rice in it.

"This... sir, why is there so little today?"

The old man looked astonished. The porridge he had eaten the previous two days was also thin, but at least there was some grain in the bottom of the bowl. But today it had suddenly turned into "plain water." The difference was too great.

The soldier glanced at the other man with some annoyance and waved his hand: "Go away, take it or leave it. There's a whole line of people behind you."

The old man was startled and dared not utter another sound. He could only obediently walk away with his back hunched over.

Everyone looked worried when they saw the "porridge" today, but there were soldiers guarding the area, and even some Soul Masters, so no one dared to utter a single complaint. They could only obediently eat the "porridge".

This situation lasted for only two days before many people froze to death on the streets outside the city.

Those who froze to death, and others who were about to freeze to death, were carried away by the soldiers, thrown into a large pit dug in the west of the city, and burned.

Today, a kind old man arrived here under the protection of several Soul Masters.

The old man looked at the ragged, unkempt people huddled together outside the city and a look of pity appeared in his eyes.

"Dr. Ye, we have arrived at Starfall City."

One of the Soul Masters, whose cultivation level was equivalent to that of a Soul Emperor, spoke very respectfully to the old man.

Ye Renxin nodded slightly, and a beautiful crabapple blossom appeared in her hand.

This martial soul is the Nine-Hearted Begonia, the martial soul with the strongest healing effect on the continent. As long as a Nine-Hearted Begonia martial soul master exists, unless they are killed in one blow, it is difficult for them to die.

Moreover, there are no restrictions; as long as one has enough talent, one can become a Title Douluo-level existence.

It's a pity that only two of them can appear in an era, otherwise the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda might have had to give way.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!"

Ye Renxin's voice is deep and powerful, with a unique magnetism that gives people a very reassuring feeling.

The Nine-Heart Begonia bloomed with a dazzling light of life, shining upon everyone outside the city and making their faces rosy.

"Thank you for saving my life, Soul Master. You are so kind."

The people were pulled back from the brink of death, and they knelt down in gratitude.

However, there were still too many people. Even though Ye Renxin had reached level 80, he still couldn't sustain the consumption for a long time. Soon, his soul power couldn't hold up, and his Martial Soul True Body was forced to dissipate.

"Cough cough!!"

Ye Renxin suddenly coughed violently, his face showing signs of weakness.

But upon seeing and hearing the people's expressions of gratitude, a kind smile appeared on Ye Renxin's lips.

Chapter 154 Amidst Widespread Lamentation, the Benevolent Heart of a Healer

"Dr. Ye, are you alright?"

The Soul Emperor hurriedly helped Ye Renxin up and asked earnestly.

Ye Renxin raised his hand: "I'm fine, it's just that I've saved too many people along the way, and my soul power is a bit depleted."

Ye Renxin's journey was filled with devastation. Refugees were everywhere outside the city. Corpses close to the city would be cleared away, but those farther away were ignored. He saw more dead people than living people.

Ye Renxin came to Xingluo City this time to save people from the root cause. He wanted to talk to the local nobles and city lord and ask them to take out the grain stored in their stores.

Only in this way can fewer people die, and the disaster relief supplies from the major powers and empires on the continent arrive.

Otherwise, even if he were a Soul Douluo, he wouldn't be able to withstand such a large-scale consumption on his own.

"Let's go into town."

Ye Renxin looked at the disheveled people who were looking at him with hopeful eyes, sighed, and led the soul masters responsible for protecting him into the city.

Inside the city, soldiers could still be seen searching for survivors amidst the ruins, but everyone seemed extremely lazy and showed no intention of rescuing anyone.

"Lord Wang, do you really think you can suppress this matter?"

The speaker was dressed in the black-robed bishop's robes of the Spirit Hall. He was a middle-aged man with a burly build and wide-open, fierce eyes.

Beside the man were more than a dozen white-robed stewards who were either Great Soul Masters or Soul Venerables.

The king, a stout man dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, sneered upon hearing this, saying, "Bishop Li, the agreement between the Spirit Hall and the Empire is that the Spirit Hall will only manage the affairs of the Spirit Master world and will not interfere in the affairs of the Empire. Do you think the Pope of the Spirit Hall would become an enemy of the Star Luo Empire because of a group of lowly people?"

"This……"

Bishop Li was speechless upon hearing this. He opened his mouth several times but could not utter a word. In the end, he could only wave his sleeve and leave with his men.

As they reached the exit, Bishop Li stopped and turned back slightly, saying, "Lord Wang, you are going your own way, and sooner or later you will pay a heavy price!"

"I'm waiting for that day."

Lord Wang chuckled. Starfall City was a major city in the Star Luo Empire, and Lord Wang was a terrifying Soul Saint-level being, making him the uncrowned king of the region.

He refused to believe that the Spirit Hall could do anything to him.

Moreover, he also said that this was a matter of the Star Luo Kingdom, and the Spirit Hall had no right to interfere.

The imperial court would not antagonize the entire Soul Master family of Star Luo City because of a group of refugees.

The black-robed bishop turned and left, giving no pleasantries to the soul master family heads who greeted him along the way. He snorted coldly and led his group away.

Normally, although Bishop Li is only a Soul Emperor, as the bishop of the Spirit Hall, he holds a very high position in Starfall City, and everyone respects him.

But things are different now. The interests of various Soul Master families are involved. These families, which are at least Soul Sect level, have all sided with Fatty Wang and become extremely stingy.

On the still-standing city wall, several children dressed in fine clothes sat on the tower, munching on bread and chicken legs, drinking juice and milk, looking at the refugees sitting together outside the city with pity in their eyes.

“They are so pitiful,” a little girl said first.

"Heh, if you're so pitiful, just give them your food." A chubby boy dressed in fancy clothes sneered beside her.

"In my opinion, there's always a reason why someone is pitiful. These people must have been lazy when they were young and failed to become Soul Masters. They deserve what they have today." The speaker was also a chubby boy, dressed in fine clothes, holding a large chicken leg in both hands and gnawing on it while speaking disdainfully.

"I don't think they're anything to pity."

Another slightly older boy scoffed and said, "My dad said these people are worthless. They can't become Soul Masters. Staying in the world is just a waste of air. They're dead, so they're dead. There's nothing to pity about them."

"Hey, how could you do this?"

The little girl who spoke first was the youngest and had only awakened her martial spirit this year. Hearing her three playmates, who usually enjoyed playing with her, say such things, she glared at them angrily.

"Okay, okay, we won't say anything then."

Seeing this, the chubby boy waved his hand dismissively.

"Hey? Look, a group of people are coming down here. That old man's martial spirit is amazing; it actually brought those who were about to die back to life!"

Just then, the chubby boy with the handgun in his leg exclaimed loudly.

"Look! Eight spirit rings! He's a Soul Douluo!" the tall boy exclaimed in surprise, his eyes reflecting the eight spirit rings at the old man's feet.

But after seeing Ye Renxin's weakened state, the chubby boy was puzzled again: "It's really strange. How could a Soul Douluo powerhouse expend so much soul power for a group of refugees?"

"I don't know, but it seems he's gone into the city. If you want to stay here, just stay here. I'll go tell my grandpa about this."

The tall little boy shook his head, but he still had to tell his grandfather about the arrival of a Contra master.

This tall boy is named Wang Tian, ​​and he is the grandson of Lord Wang.

Despite his appearance as a middle-aged, overweight man, Lord Wang is actually over sixty years old. He is just aging slowly because he is a Soul Master.

"Brother Wang, wait for us, we'll come too."

Upon hearing this, the two chubby boys immediately threw their chicken legs and unfinished bread off the city wall and turned to chase after the city lord's grandson.

Someone below noticed that what was being thrown down was food and quickly ran up to pick it up.

"It's a chicken leg..."

"Mine, this is mine!!"

"Get out of the way! I saw it first!!"

"Waaaaah~~~Mommy~~"

"Where did this kid come from? Get out of the way!"

The refugees below immediately began looting, but the soldiers on the city wall showed no intention of intervening and even looked on as if watching a show.

The little girl's eyes were filled with panic as she looked at the refugees looting and trampling below the city walls. She shouted for them to stop fighting, but it was all in vain.

"Waaaaah, Daddy, Mommy!!"

The little girl was extremely aggrieved. Her lips trembled, and she ran down the city wall, wiping away her tears.

When the families of the Soul Masters and the soldiers inside the city heard the commotion outside, they couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

"Luckily, my son is a Soul Master."

"Luckily, my son joined the army, otherwise we would have ended up like those people outside."

"Yes, yes, the city lord is still a good person..."

Those who remained in the city were mostly family members of Soul Masters or family members of soldiers in the city; the rest were driven out of the city.

They euphemistically call it centralized refuge to facilitate management and rescue.

Chapter 155 Stinginess is for the nobility; Gu Han's team encounters refugees

When the city lord's grandson arrived at the city lord's mansion, he found that the Soul Douluo had already entered the mansion gate with four Soul Masters beside him.

"They actually came to see my grandfather."

"Brother Wang... wait... wait for us!"

Two chubby boys followed, panting heavily. When they saw that the other person had finally stopped, they clutched their knees and gasped for breath.

"Quiet down, come with me."

Wang Tian glared at the two of them, then waved and sneaked into the city lord's mansion.

The three of them thought they were well hidden, but they had already been discovered. They were ignored because the three of them were children.

"Haha, so it's Doctor Ye! I'm so sorry for not greeting you properly."

Upon hearing Ye Renxin's name, the city lord and the gathered Soul Master nobles immediately stood up to flatter him.