Douluo Dragon King: Doumu's Blessing, I Am the Star Lord

"It's not that bad."

Qian Gu Dong Feng's annoyed voice came through the receiver, "We've received news from Shrek Academy that Yun Xiangming is recruiting a few of you to be examiners for this year's first-year assessment."

"The appearance fee? One soul bone. How so?"

Qian Gu Xing Ci chuckled upon hearing this: "Me, go and beat up a first-year student? Forget it."

Looking across the entire first grade, you probably couldn't find anyone who could last five moves against Na'er after she absorbed the soul spirit.

While he was talking, Gu Yue, who was beside him, didn't pay any attention to the content of the phone call. She was only focused on holding up the bright red candied hawthorn in her hand, pinching the bamboo stick with her fingertips, and occasionally tugging at his arm.

While he was talking, she held a hawthorn covered in a glistening sugar coating to his lips, her eyes sparkling.

Qian Gu Xing Ci could only take a bite from her hand, the sweet and sour taste melting in her mouth.

“It’s not that we’re lacking that soul bone; at most, it’s a thousand to ten thousand years old. But something we got from Shrek Academy has a different kind of commemorative significance.”

The voice of the ancient East Wind still gently persuaded, "Just like how I once spent a huge sum of money to buy the soul bone of the ten-year-old Wind Baboon."

"Just think about it, a trip to Shrek Academy, and you could casually unleash a soul bone with a single move. At current market prices, that's definitely worth hundreds of millions of Federal Credits."

"Ah, open your mouth."

Gu Yue then offered another hawthorn to Qian Gu Xing Ci's lips, interrupting him before he could speak.

Qian Gu Dongfeng on the other end of the receiver instantly caught the voice and his tone immediately changed, "So Gu Yue is here too. Perfect, Shrek Academy has some pretty nice scenery on Seagod Island, you guys should go take a look."

Before Qian Gu Xing Ci could say anything more, Qian Gu Dong Feng abruptly hung up the communication.

Qian Gu Dongfeng's heart pounded wildly after hanging up the phone.

Oh no, oh no! If this delays Grandpa's progress in getting a great-grandchild, I'm doomed!

Yun Ming, you really deserve to die! Why did you have to come now of all times?!

Yun Ming, who was far away in the Sea God Pavilion, suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason.

His gaze darkened slightly, his fingertips tracing the armrest of the chair, his eyes unfathomable, suggesting that someone harbored ill intentions behind his back.

"Yali, has Qian Gu Dong Feng replied yet?" He turned to look at the woman beside him.

Yali nodded gently: "I've already replied. They said the person is on their way. I'll go to the door to meet them to avoid any trouble."

Is it troublesome?

Yun Ming looked at the empty room at the end of the corridor and remained silent.

The real trouble is probably just beginning.

On the street, Qian Gu Xing Ci looked at the blacked-out communicator screen, shook his head helplessly, and was about to put the communicator back in his pocket when Gu Yue gently tugged at his hand.

"Shall we go?" She looked up at Qian Gu Xing Ci.

"Go ahead." Qian Gu Xing Ci smiled and ruffled her hair.

"The scenery on Poseidon Island is truly breathtaking; it's a good opportunity to visit."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yue's eyes lit up instantly. She turned around, took a few steps to the trash can on the side of the street, and threw the bamboo skewer in.

Sunlight fell on the ends of her hair, gilding them with a light gold edge. Her skirt swayed gently with her movements, like a flower being blown open by the wind.

She turned around and walked back, stopping in front of him and looking up at him slightly.

The afternoon breeze carried the sweet scent of sugar paintings from the street vendors, lifting a few stray strands of hair from Gu Yue's cheek.

The next second, she reached out and gently touched the back of his hand, which was hanging by his side, with her cool fingers.

The touch was very light, like a cool petal brushing past, and Qian Gu Xing Ci's fingertips twitched unconsciously.

Before he could react, Gu Yue had already opened her fingers and intertwined them with his, holding his hand firmly.

The girl's hands were a size smaller than his, her palms were slightly cool, and her fingertips were delicate and soft, yet she used a little force to hold his fingers together.

Qian Gu Xing Ci could clearly feel the pulse beating gently through their skin, one beat after another, just like his own heartbeat, which was getting faster and faster.

The bustling crowds and heavy traffic on the street seemed to recede into the distance at this moment.

Qian Gu Xingci looked down at their tightly clasped hands, then looked up at Gu Yue.

Gu Yue's ear tips flushed slightly, but she didn't avoid his gaze. She still looked up at him, her lips curving into an unconcealable smile, like a little fox who had stolen the sweetest candy.

"Let's go." She shook their clasped hands, her excitement barely concealed. "To Poseidon Island."

The two walked all the way to the gate of Shrek Academy and saw the figure in a green dress standing under the gate from afar.

The skirt swayed gently in the breeze, and she was surrounded by a gentle yet powerful aura of life.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Holy Spirit." The two stepped forward and bowed in greeting.

Yali nodded gently and stepped aside to lead the way, saying, "Let's go, I'll take you to the Soul Arena."

On the way, Qian Gu Xing Ci couldn't help but ask, "Your Holy Spirit, why did you suddenly arrange for us to be examiners?"

Yali sighed softly, her tone tinged with helplessness, "The first and second grade exchange competition just ended, and the first grade won by relying on their hard work."

Geniuses are always proud and arrogant.

There are indeed many outstanding talents among this year's freshmen, and knowing that you would be in this year's freshmen if you were enrolled, a trend of challenging you has gradually emerged.

The young man's competitive spirit was ignited; he wouldn't give up until he saw the Yellow River.

Moreover, this rumor was deliberately spread...

As they spoke, the three of them arrived at the Soul Battle Arena.

The huge viewing platform was already packed with people, and the place was bustling with noise.

The third-year students, led by Li Qiankun and Mo Jue, and the second-year students, led by Le Zhengyu and Yuan Enyehui, sat on either side, their eyes fixed on the entrance, clearly waiting to see the big showdown between the top two on the freshman challenge leaderboard.

Qian Gu Xing Ci glanced at the fully open physical arena and asked, "Your Majesty, are you sure you don't want to use the virtual battle space? In a physical arena, there's bound to be times when you make a mistake."

Yali shook her head, her tone resolute: "No matter how realistic a virtual scene is, it will always be different from real combat."

Chapter 59 Not Allowed This, Not Allowed That

At this moment, several figures were huddled together at the edge of the arena, discussing in hushed tones.

Luo Guixing pinched the bridge of his nose, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and spoke first: "The number one on the previous generation's list of young geniuses has been removed from the list due to exceeding the age limit. Today, we are going to face the two people who are currently firmly ranked in the top two on the list."

"Squad leader, what do you think?"

In this timeline, Tang Wulin's martial soul has already evolved into the Golden-Patterned Blue Silver Grass. After being personally verified by Master Zhao of the Tang Clan in Heaven Dou City, it was found that his martial soul contains extremely pure Golden Dragon bloodline, making his future achievement as a Super Douluo a certainty.

Perhaps due to the evolution of his martial soul, or perhaps because the suppression of the Golden Dragon King's seal was gone, the power of the Sea God's bloodline was released, and his cultivation speed advanced by leaps and bounds. By the time he entered the academy, he was already a three-ring Soul Master.

In the election for class monitor in the first year, he defeated most of the geniuses in his year with his absolute strength, rather than being directly appointed by Wu Changkong.

Furthermore, his status as a Level 4 blacksmith earned him the complete respect of his classmates.

Upon hearing this, Tang Wulin calmly replied, "Qian Gu Xing Ci was already a four-ring Soul Master two years ago, and since then, no information about his cultivation level has been leaked. Gu Yue is equally mysterious."

There is no video footage of their match where they defeated the previous number two.

But even looking at them two years ago, they were terrifying enough.

"Back then, he was able to easily deal with the combined attack of the Titan Giant Ape Martial Soul and the Eight-Cornered Plum Blossom Bright Silver Hammer Martial Soul."

"Even in terms of pure strength alone, the two of us, including the class monitor, probably couldn't withstand it," Yang Nianxia replied in a muffled voice, her expression grave.

Just then, the sound of jogging footsteps came from not far away.

"Sister Xinglan, don't walk so fast, wait for me!" Xu Lizhi, holding a steamed bun in his arms, quickly caught up with him with his short legs.

Ye Xinglan continued walking, his gaze fixed on the entrance to the Soul Arena, and said coldly, "As martial souls related to the same constellation, my Star God Sword has reached the realm of man and sword as one, and I am very interested in his Coiling Dragon Staff."

However, my level is lower than his. When the battle begins, I hope you can create an opportunity for me to kill him in one strike.

Her matter-of-fact tone instantly made Xie Xie frown, his anger rising. Just as he was about to speak, a hand firmly pressed down on his shoulder.

Tang Wulin gently shook his head at him, signaling him to calm down.

Catching his breath, Xu Lizhi quickly advised, "Sister Xinglan, even the full power of the Star Saint Sword can't break through his defenses..."

"He is him, and I am me." Ye Xinglan interrupted him coldly, her eyes filled with the unyielding determination of a swordsman. "Just because he can't do it doesn't mean I can't."

“Um,” Xu Xiaoyan quickly raised her hand, “my soul skill is absolute control; even Teacher Wu has fallen for it before!”

But the next second, Tang Wulin poured cold water on the situation, saying, "Xiao Yan's absolute control only works at night."

It's daytime now, so the effect will be greatly reduced.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xinglan raised an eyebrow slightly, "As a fellow Star Spirit Master, I have a way to handle this."

Upon hearing this, Wu Siduo and Xu Yucheng's eyes lit up instantly.

Having absolute control doesn't necessarily mean there's no chance of winning!

In a corner of the stands, Zheng Yiran twirled a small, bright green snake between her fingers, its forked tongue flicking in and out, releasing a wisp of almost invisible poisonous mist.

She glanced at the group of people around her who were poised to fight, and said casually, "Then it's all up to you. As a poison-attribute soul master, I'm not good at fighting opponents stronger than myself head-on."

A ruthless glint flashed in Xu Yucheng's eyes: "As long as we withstand their first wave of attacks, and control the situation, the ten of us can swarm in and wear them down!"

On the Battle Arena.

Wu Changkong's icy blue eyes swept over the two opponents. He raised one hand high, and as his arm fell, his voice resounded throughout the arena: "The match begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Wulin and his group instantly released their martial spirits, and various spirit rings lit up one after another, with yellow, yellow and purple light instantly covering half of the arena.

Before they could even complete their formation, the spirit rings that suddenly rose up on the other side completely overshadowed everyone's brilliance.

Four deep, ink-black soul rings circled around him in an orderly fashion.

On the outermost edge, a dazzling blue-gold spirit ring suddenly lit up, its terrifying aura crashing down like the collapsing sky.

The faces of the Soul Masters and Soul Sects on the stage turned deathly pale instantly, and their solemn expressions were tinged with despair.

Seeing this, Qian Gu Xing Ci smiled sheepishly and scratched his head: "Sorry, I used the wrong martial soul."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue-gold spirit ring suddenly retracted, and the Panlong Staff appeared in his palm. Four ten-thousand-year spirit rings, as if they were condensed from the night, slowly rose from his feet.

But the moment the soul ring rose, its imposing and domineering aura increased rather than decreased, like a mountain pressing down.

Qian Gu Xing Ci was taken aback when he saw the first-year students opposite him who didn't even dare to look him in the eye: "Wait, do you all look down on me that much? You don't even glance at me?"

Yang Nianxia's teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together; this aura was even stronger than before!