Douluo Continent: Copying Ya Li, the Carefree King of the Sun and Moon

But his aura...

Yue Zhengling's pupils suddenly contracted.

Seven rings!

Your Highness was a six-ring Soul Emperor yesterday, how did you become a seven-ring Soul Saint in just one day?!

Without thinking twice, he quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and checked Xu Yanli's pulse.

The pulse is steady and strong; there's nothing wrong with me.

After carefully sensing his soul power fluctuations, Yue Zhengling couldn't help but gasp.

He was indeed a seventh-ring Soul Saint, and not just a newly broken-through Soul Saint. His Soul Power was so profound that it was like that of a veteran expert who had been cultivating at this level for many years.

"Your Highness is alright." Yue Zhengling withdrew her hand and breathed a long sigh of relief. "It's just... she fainted."

Xiao Dingtian also noticed the change in Xu Yan's soul power, and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes, but he didn't ask anything.

"Let's go to Angel Village first." Xiao Dingtian made a decisive decision. "Your Highness is in a good condition right now, so you need to find a safe place to rest."

Yue Zhengling nodded, carefully picked up Xu Yanli, and put him into the carriage.

The three hundred Imperial Guards immediately regrouped and sped off towards Angel Village.

Xu Yanli had actually been awake for a while inside the carriage.

To be precise, he woke up the moment he was pushed out of the secret realm by the Purple Emperor Extinction Dragon.

It's just that the body is still adapting to the sudden surge in soul power and bloodline power, and it's too lazy to move.

He closed his eyes, carefully sensing the new power within his body.

And there's the divine test!

However, there's no rush to tackle the divine test yet.

The second spirit ring of the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon Martial Soul was obtained from a sacrifice of a dragon-type spirit beast two hundred thousand years ago.

He could clearly sense the existence of the soul skill, like a sleeping giant beast lurking within him, ready to be awakened at any moment.

But he doesn't want to try it now.

The main problem is that the body hasn't fully adapted to this force yet.

More importantly, he had been pondering something.

Zihuang Mietianlong said that his mother "borrowed some things to create a child" back then.

This sounds easy, but upon closer examination, it's downright terrifying.

A human woman ventures into the dragon's secret realm and makes a deal with a dragon god brother who has been imprisoned for countless years, using his bloodline to have a child.

How much courage does that take?

What grand scheme is hidden in his heart?

What exactly does she want to do?

Or rather, who exactly is she?

Could an ordinary princess of the Star Luo Empire possess such great abilities?

Xu Yanli recalled the letter Xiao Dingtian had shown him, the spirited woman in the letter, and the proud young woman who laughed and toasted with her soldiers in the military camp.

Think about what she did in the Star Luo Empire: standing up for the people, arguing with the nobles, setting up schools and soup kitchens, and even carrying wounded soldiers back from the battlefield herself.

These things are incredibly ahead of their time in this era.

Xu Yanli suddenly had an idea that was almost certain.

His mother was also a time traveler.

He's even a transmigrator with a system.

But that's not right either.

If she really had a system, how could she have ended up with her martial spirit destroyed and her life stranded in a foreign country?

Unless, there's something wrong with her system.

Just like my own system that crashed as soon as I bound it.

The more Xu Yanli thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

He could even picture the scene in his mind:

A modern woman transmigrates into the body of a princess in the Star Luo Empire, awakens a system, and ambitiously seeks to change the world.

The system crashed just like his, leaving only a martial spirit and some vague prompts.

Then she could only rely on herself to struggle desperately in this dog-eat-dog world.

In the end, it still failed.

Chapter 102 The Angel's Work is Finished

Xu Yanli closed his eyes and sighed softly.

If that's really the case, then he and his mother are in the same boat.

However, he was much luckier than his mother.

He met Xu Tianran, Kong Deming, Electrolux, and Long Xiaoyao.

He has so many people around him who help and protect him.

But his mother had nothing.

"Your Highness," Yue Zhengling's voice came from outside the carriage curtain, "we're almost at Angel Village."

Xu Yanli opened his eyes, and the trace of melancholy in his eyes vanished instantly, returning to his usual calm.

"understood."

It was almost dark when the carriage slowly drove into Angel Village.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled into the valley, gilding the stone statue of the first angel god with a golden edge.

The villagers had already received the news and all gathered at the village entrance to wait.

The elderly man at the head of the group, leaning on his cane, saw the carriage stop and Xu Yanli step out of it; tears instantly welled up in his cloudy eyes.

"Your Highness..." The old man walked forward shakily, "It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright."

Xu Yanli stepped forward to help the old man up, and smiled gently: "Grandpa, I'm sorry to have worried you. I'm fine."

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back." The old man said repeatedly, holding his hand tightly and refusing to let go. "Come into the village and rest. I've had someone prepare hot food for you."

Xu Yanli nodded and followed the old man into the village.

Le Zhengling and Xiao Dingtian followed behind, while three hundred imperial guards camped outside the village, not entering to disturb them.

The village was much more lively than when I last visited.

Every household lit their lamps, children ran around in the alleys, and adults were busy preparing meals. The air was filled with the aroma of food and the warmth of home cooking.

As Xu Yanli walked along the bluestone path, looking at the lively scene before him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex feeling of mixed emotions, often including nostalgia or regret).

These people have been waiting here for ten thousand years.

Ten thousand years of hiding, ten thousand years of fear, ten thousand years of never seeing the light of day.

Now, we're finally going to venture out.

"Your Highness." The old man suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at him, his gaze falling on his right arm. "Are you injured?"

Xu Yanli paused for a moment, then looked down at his right arm.

His clothes were stained with blood, from the injuries he had sustained from that spirit beast.

Although the wounds had long been healed by the power of the Purple Emperor Extinguishing Heavenly Dragon, the bloodstains on his clothes were still there.

"It's just a minor injury, it's already healed, it's nothing serious," he said with a smile, seemingly unconcerned.

The old man, however, was still worried and turned back to call out, "Xinlan! Xinlan! Come here quickly!"

A woman rushed out of the house, still wearing an apron: "Dad, what's wrong?"

"Quickly, take a look at His Highness's injury." The old man held Xu Yanli's hand and said to the woman, "Xinlan is the best healing martial soul possessor in our clan. She is an 89th-level Soul Douluo. With her around, any injury can be healed."

Xu Yanli waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need, my martial soul is also healing type, so there's no big problem. I just broke through my cultivation a little too quickly and didn't react in time. It's nothing serious."

As he spoke, he raised his right arm, and the bloodstain on his sleeve flashed in the moon-white soul power light, leaving no trace.

The old man stared at him for a long time, making sure he was really alright, before he breathed a sigh of relief and repeatedly said, "That's good, that's good."

Le Zhengxinlan stood aside, but her gaze fell on the spirit rings that had not yet completely retracted at Xu Yanli's feet. There were seven spirit rings, two purple, two black, and two orange, with the last two orange ones looking very strange.

Her pupils contracted slightly, and she subconsciously looked at her father.

The old man shook his head, indicating that she shouldn't ask anything.

Some things are better left unsaid.

That night, Xu Yanli stayed overnight in Angel Village.

The next day, as soon as it was light, the whole village sprang into action.

A thousand or so households, with their families in tow, carrying bundles and driving oxcarts, gathered at the village entrance.

Some cried, some laughed, and some knelt before the statue of the first angel god, kowtowing three times before wiping away their tears and standing up.

The old man stood at the front, leaning on his cane, and looked back at the valley where he had lived most of his life for a long time.

Then he turned around and nodded to Xu Yanli.

"Your Highness, let's go."

Xu Yanli mounted his horse and waved his hand.

Three hundred imperial guards escorted the procession as it emerged from the valley and headed north along the same route it had come from.

The road was peaceful.

Xu Yanli's good brothers lost over a hundred men in the last battle, including two Title Douluo. They were severely weakened and are probably hiding in their mansion licking their wounds right now. They have no intention of sending anyone to cause trouble.