Battle Through the Heavens: Xiao Yan, who was kidnapped to another world

When Xiao Yan woke up this morning, he suddenly remembered that today was the day Wang Cheng awakened the martial souls of the six-year-old children in the organization, and also the day Xiao Yan would determine whether the techniques he had previously taught to several children in the organization could change their innate soul power.

Of course, what is called a cultivation technique is actually just a breathing method that Xiao Yan has explored over the past two years, which allows him to better sense and refine Dou Qi at the Dou Qi stage.

As for the efficiency...

It's about a few hundredths better than without this breathing method.

It's of little use to him, but it's still much better than knowing nothing and relying entirely on luck to absorb the energy of heaven and earth.

Because the organization that Wang Cheng built was not well-regarded, its so-called base was just an ordinary courtyard, or, if you had to be precise, the size of an ordinary tavern.

Wang Cheng often joked that no matter how much he claimed that his organization was something that would change the future of Soul Masters, he was actually doing worse than some orphanages in big cities—if those cities even had orphanages.

Despite his self-deprecating humor, he still made sure the area in front of his base was kept clean, and even often cleaned it himself.

Therefore, when Xiao Yan easily navigated the streets and arrived at the familiar "Prince's Mansion," his expression instantly turned grim—

The large characters "Prince's Mansion" on the gate are still there, but the gate below is wide open... well, it's not exactly wide open, but rather that the two wooden planks that originally served as the gate have been removed.

When Xiao Yan left, the inner courtyard was still tidy, but now you can clearly see piles of garbage, as if no one lives there anymore.

"Xiao Yan, why are you only getting back now? Come in quickly, I made your favorite dish today!"

Before Xiao Yan could react, the old woman next to the Prince's mansion suddenly came out, grabbed Xiao Yan's arm, and pulled him towards her house.

Although the situation at the Prince's mansion stunned Xiao Yan for a moment, he didn't lose his head and naturally followed the old lady into her room.

In those few short steps, Xiao Yan understood what had happened—it was nothing more than something happening to Wang Cheng, the leader of the faction, and then other small factions or homeless people in the city taking advantage of the situation.

"Has something happened to Uncle Wang Cheng?"

After being pulled to the dining table by the old lady, Xiao Yan remained silent for a while before asking.

"...Yes, I heard from the city lord that Wang Cheng and his group became the targets of the wolf bandits' breakout, and they all died." The old woman nodded and told Xiao Yan about Wang Cheng's situation.

"Everyone" sounds like a lot, but there are actually only fourteen people, including Zhang San.

If a Soul Master, three Soul Venerables, and ten Great Soul Masters were to become the Wolf Bandits' breakout targets, they would certainly not escape unscathed.

The only question is, how did the wolf bandits, who were at most level 30, manage to kill all fourteen people while surrounded by a Soul Saint and several Soul Emperors?

"Xiao Yan... are you alright?" The old woman looked at Xiao Yan, who was deep in thought, with concern.

"I'm fine," Xiao Yan shook his head, "but what about everyone in the courtyard..."

Although he held no hope, Xiao Yan still wanted to hear good news from his aunt.

But the elderly woman, being an ordinary person, only murmured, without making any sound.

The old woman's attitude made Xiao Yan realize that there were probably no survivors in the Prince's mansion. If he hadn't left for the Soul Hunting Forest, he would have been the target of those who came to eliminate him completely.

"Let's eat first, then we can think about those things."

"Um……"

Chapter 8 A Dark and Windy Night

Above the pitch-black night sky, the silver moon hung high, its pale light casting a silvery veil over the buildings of Yamabuki Castle, making it appear exceptionally mysterious.

In a newly cleaned room in the Prince's mansion, Xiao Yan lay on his back on the bed, his dark eyes, the same color as the night sky, growing increasingly cold.

"Teacher, what is the approximate level of my soul power now?"

After the breathing around him had all calmed down, Xiao Yan suddenly asked softly.

"If it's cyan..." came the somewhat vague reply from the black ring hanging on his chest, "It's probably the middle stage of the mortal realm... It's just a little short of the middle stage of the mortal realm."

Earlier, Xiao Yan tested his soul power by circulating the Dragon Technique. At that time, the color he displayed was cyan, which was the fifth level according to the classification. However, he did not know what level the fifth level of soul power was.

"Teacher, that's not what I wanted to ask..."

Xiao Yan gave a wry smile.

After having lunch next door, he left Yamabuki Castle. His plan to deal with the people behind him and sneak back before the city gates closed in the evening was not simply to tidy up the palace.

"Do you know who owns that tail?" Yao Lao asked with some surprise upon seeing Xiao Yan's appearance.

"Uncle Wang Cheng's mortal enemy is easy to guess." Xiao Yan smiled and said calmly, "Uncle Wang Cheng has boasted about it in front of that guy quite a bit, and only that guy would really go all out."

Although everyone looked down on Wang Cheng, thinking that he was a peasant and could not accomplish anything great, everyone still acknowledged that Wang Cheng was a good person. The only person who had a falling out with Wang Cheng was his family in Yamabuki City.

Only one family would covet Xiao Yan, a genius with "level five innate soul power".

“Zhuang Jieqi, I remember him as…”

"A level 44 Soul Master, whose Martial Soul is the Crimson Flame Wolf. Besides him, there is a Soul Venerable and sixteen Great Soul Masters in his family. That Soul Venerable has a support-type Soul Ring with one white and two yellow rings, one of which is berserk mode."

While Yao Lao was recalling information about Wang Cheng's rivals, Xiao Yan blurted out all the information he knew.

"...Have you been thinking about getting rid of them all along?" After a pause, Yao Lao looked at Xiao Yan with a wry smile.

Although they were all small fry who weren't even at the level of a Great Dou Master, Xiao Yan's information was still far too comprehensive, as if he had planned to use underhanded tactics all along.

“Yes,” Xiao Yan nodded without hesitation, “I will definitely leave Shanchui City when I become a Dou Zhe. If the gangsters try to sabotage me after I leave, I definitely won’t be able to get back in time. Of course, I have to deal with such a problem before I leave.”

"It's just that the wolf bandit incident happened too suddenly..."

Xiao Yan pursed his lips, a shadow falling over his eyes.

"Moreover, the matter involving Uncle Wang Cheng and the others is too suspicious; the dealer must have done something underhanded."

Xiao Yan shook his head, dispelling some of the gloom, and asked again, "So, teacher, what level can my soul power achieve now?"

“A Great Dou Master… anyone below the Soul King level is definitely no match for you,” Yao Lao, who was originally going to say Great Dou Master directly, changed his mind after thinking about the strange situation of this Douluo Continent, and used the common term used on this continent. “Even if you just use your soul power to crash into him, a Soul Master at the Soul Sect level will not be able to save his life.”

"it is good!"

Nodding hastily, Xiao Yan jumped off the bed, took out the black cloak he had prepared beforehand, and skillfully put it on. Instantly, the slender boy was transformed into a bloated dwarf.

"Go straight to the bookmaker. There's no need to hide anything. With my soul power as cover, no one will be able to discover your identity."

Seeing that Xiao Yan was ready, Yao Lao smiled and gave him a reminder.

"Ah."

Nodding, Xiao Yan tiptoed to the window, looked around suspiciously like a thief, and then jumped out.

A dark and windy night is the perfect time to commit murder.

The bookmaker.

"Liu Si hasn't returned yet?" In the brightly lit hall, Zhuang Jieqi looked at his accomplice who had returned to report the news with a gloomy expression.

"No." The person opposite Zhuang Jieqi also looked rather grim. "I specifically asked the people guarding the city gate. Liu Si hasn't come back since he went out with that little brat this afternoon."

"Useless! A great Soul Master can't even deal with a brat who's not even ten years old after spending an entire afternoon?!" Zhuang Jieqi slammed his fist on the table.

Knowing the talent of the little brat Wang Cheng had taken in, he specially arranged for a Great Soul Master to eliminate him as quickly as possible. But who would have thought that a Great Soul Master specializing in agility-based attacks couldn't even deal with the little brat who hadn't obtained a single Soul Ring in an entire afternoon?

"That guy Liu Si... could he have been killed by that brat?" someone on the right suddenly laughed.

"Counter-kill? Who? That brat who doesn't even have a spirit ring? Are you looking down on Liu Si, or on agility-based attackers?" The burly man sitting next to this person rolled his eyes.

"Perhaps... it's simply because they look down on you bookmakers."

Before the others in the hall could offer a few more words of greeting, a faint laugh suddenly rang out.

"Who?!"

The sudden sound made everyone in the hall's hair stand on end, and they all stood up abruptly, their martial spirits manifesting instantly.

"Before I came, I was worried that I might have wronged you," the figure shrouded in black robes pushed open the door to the hall and walked in with an air of nonchalance. "But now you don't have to worry anymore."

A boy's laughter came from beneath the black robe.

"Why are you all silent? Weren't you just talking about me?" Xiao Yan asked calmly, looking at the dozen or so people standing stiffly in the hall.

"……superior!"

The matter of Liu Si, the Great Soul Master, was completely forgotten. Everyone present knew that there was definitely something wrong with this guy. As for whether he was the little brat they had been talking about earlier...

After killing them, there will be ample time to investigate thoroughly.

Three beams of light shot out from the martial spirit in someone's hand and landed on Zhuang Jieqi, giving the red wolf fur on Zhuang Jieqi's body some strange color.

Zhuang Jieqi's only purple spirit ring lit up as he lunged at Xiao Yan, causing his already inflated figure due to the possession of his martial spirit to swell even more.

Xiao Yan looked at the dozen or so people rushing towards him with a blank expression, and an extremely powerful soul force erupted from his body.

Without any skill, he simply used his soul power to crash into the dozen or so people rushing towards him—of course, he didn't forget to include the support-type soul masters who had retreated behind everyone else.

Boom!

The entire group of dealers instantly turned white-eyed, foamed at the mouth, and silently lost their lives.

With a cold, indifferent soul force, Xiao Yan swept through every corner of the Zhuang family's residence. After confirming that there were no survivors, he exhaled and turned to leave.

"I thought you would leave someone alive to ask about what happened back then."

The old man's surprised voice echoed in Xiao Yan's mind.

"If nothing unexpected happens... he'll become the lord of Yamabuki Castle."

When Xiao Yan saw the dozen or so members of the Zhuang family gathered together waiting for "Liu Si's" return, he guessed that these dozen or so members of the Zhuang family were at most tools in someone else's hands, and as for the person wielding the tools... it could only be that level 63 Soul Emperor from Shan Chui City.

"You're quite insightful."

"Who told that city lord to be such a petty person?" Xiao Yan sighed helplessly. "When Uncle Wang Cheng told him that my innate soul power was at level five, the city lord didn't hide the extremely ugly expression on his face at all."

"But aren't you going to take care of him today?"

"Shouldn't I be the one to settle scores with Uncle Wang and the others?"

"What do you call this? Loyalty and righteousness?"

"This can hardly be considered loyalty or righteousness. At most, it's just that I don't want to be disliked by Uncle Wang Cheng and the others after I die, and I still need your help to get revenge, teacher."

Chapter 9 Burning Technique

Ten days later

Xiao Yan slowly opened his eyes, his expression somewhat strange.

"It failed?"