Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, Allows Me to Defy Fate

"He said... he would come back to us soon to discuss the Martial Soul Fusion Technique."

Seeing the light in her two disciples' eyes, Lin Qinglan ultimately decided not to try to persuade them any further.

What else could she say?

Foolish child!

Those two lads, Kamikaze and Blazing Fire, have their hearts set on you.

And you two turned your attention to the young master of Blue Lightning.

Unfortunately, that young master has no interest in you whatsoever.

That's really true...

……

The Blue Lightning Sect's convoy gradually disappeared into the distance under the watchful eyes of countless people.

Amidst the bustling crowd, one figure stood out as out of place.

He had an ordinary face, dressed simply, and looked travel-worn, as if he had just arrived from afar.

With a slender figure and calm demeanor, he seemed to be a recluse living in the city.

Yet this seemingly ordinary traveler's eyes could pierce through layers of crowds, ignore the visual illusions caused by the high-speed carriage, and accurately pinpoint Yu Xiaoheng's location.

A faint purple light flickered deep within his pupils.

This person is...

Haotian Sect, Tang San.

"Yu Xiaoheng..."

He murmured to himself, his voice drowned out by the cacophony of voices.

"Truly a hero."

Along the way, he endured wind and rain, but he was not idle; he inquired about many things related to Yu Xiaoheng.

For the sake of his sect, Yu Xiaoheng exchanged two opportunities to make a move with the Haotian Sect.

For the sake of the sect, they found a priceless thunderstone vein.

After arriving in the City of Four Elements, he learned about the ins and outs of the exchange competition.

I heard that Yu Xiaoheng had important matters to attend to and was forced to leave the finals midway, but he still finished the match for the sake of the sect's reputation.

They finished the match and left without even bothering to attend the championship award ceremony.

It was clearly not for personal gain or loss.

In Tang San's view, all of these events pointed to one conclusion.

This person is loyal to the sect, decisive in action, and has clear goals.

His natural talent is one in a million, unparalleled throughout history.

Tang San even felt a touch of emotion.

If... if the young master of the Tang Clan before his transmigration had half the demeanor and responsibility of this person, why would Tang San have been so eager to risk his life to create the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus, just to help the sect advance further?

Although Tang San had the selfish desire to steal the sect's secret techniques, he also had the public-spirited hope that the Tang Sect would prosper forever.

In his eyes, Yu Xiaoheng was the perfect successor to a sect.

Pity……

If you were in my Haotian Sect, I, Tang San, would do everything in my power to assist you.

Tang San's gaze gradually turned cold.

Yu Xiaoheng, you are indeed a hero of our time.

but……

You probably can't imagine.

The hidden weapons of the Tang Clan have slain countless heroes of the world, like carp crossing a river.

Tang San's gaze was fixed on the carriages in the procession.

Yu Yuanzhen rode a dragon-scaled horse, his figure as large as a mountain, perfectly blocking Yu Xiaoheng's position behind him.

Near the carriage, several elders formed a crescent shape to protect the two.

The entire team resembled a mobile iron barrel.

Tang San remained calm.

Yu Yuanzhen.

You can protect someone for a while, but not forever.

There will always be times when you slack off.

You can't stay by his side forever.

As long as he reveals even the slightest flaw, when Yu Xiaoheng is alone...

That will be his death day!

Behind Tang San, several Soul Emperors from the Clear Sky Sect looked at each other, their eyes filled with unconcealed worry.

"Is Xiao San really here to cause trouble for Yu Xiaoheng?"

"Or... is it simply a matter of wanting to admire the prodigy's talent?"

"I don't know... However, Xiao San is usually very steady in his actions. He probably won't do anything out of line since Yu Yuanzhen is here."

"Makes sense."

The Soul Emperors exchanged glances in secret, feeling somewhat relieved.

……

Night falls.

The Blue Lightning Sect's troops set up camp, and a bonfire rose.

Tang San, like the most patient cheetah, lurked in the shadows in the distance, concealing all his presence.

Chapter 135 Dugu Bo: The poison array is complete; whoever comes will die!

Tang San saw Yu Yuanzhen personally deliver the food to Yu Xiaoheng's tent, and then sit cross-legged outside the tent like a guardian deity, his eyes closed, but his spiritual power spread out like a tide, guarding the surroundings.

Tang San nodded slightly.

reasonable.

After all, we've just left the City of Four Elements, and with powerful enemies all around, it's only right to remain vigilant.

The first day was calm and peaceful.

……

Three days later.

The team has ventured deep into the wilderness.

At noon, under the blazing sun, it is the time when people and horses are most tired and exhausted.

Tang San peeked out from behind a sloping hill and looked at the group.

Yu Yuanzhen...

Still in the same posture, still in the same position, he remained close to Yu Xiaoheng's carriage, his gaze sharp as lightning, surveying the surroundings with disdain.

It was as if he hadn't closed his eyes or relaxed for the past three days and three nights.

Tang San's brows furrowed slightly.

……

late at night.

All sounds are silent.

Tang San's figure moved like a ghost, silently approaching the Blue Lightning Sect's camp.

He wanted to see if this titled Douluo would feel even the slightest bit tired when everyone else was in the deepest sleep.

however.

When he saw the luxurious carriage that belonged to Yu Xiaoheng, he froze.

Yu Xiaoheng had already rested inside the carriage.

Yu Yuanzhen, the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a titled Douluo, actually didn't rest!

He sat cross-legged on the top of the carriage. Although he did not release his soul power, his boundless spiritual power was like a net covering the area for miles around!

He could sense even the slightest movement.

Tang San's movements became somewhat stiff.

???

No?

Something's not right, is it?

……

Seven days later.

Tang San looked utterly disheveled.

To avoid being discovered, he endured wind and rain, traveling by day and hiding by night, his body covered in dust and grass clippings.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed somewhat listless.

But when he looked at that team again, he was completely stunned.

These past seven days.