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

These are, in the end, merely rare gems among ordinary items.

True medicinal herbs cannot be easily bought with money.

For example, in the original work, there was the "Nine-Rank Purple Ganoderma" that allowed Yu Xiaogang's martial soul to evolve directly.

That was a divine herb from the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire.

If we can get it, we won't need to collect any other resources; we could probably reach the top in one step!

"Unfortunately, with my current status and strength, I have no way of making contact."

Ask your father for help?

Yu Xiaoheng rejected the idea in his heart.

Yu Yuanzhen was renowned throughout the world, but Dugu Fu's whereabouts were elusive, and even his father's intervention was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

This path must be put on hold for now.

However, there's no need to rush.

In his previous life, Yu Xiaogang only consumed the immortal herb at level twenty-nine, breaking through his shackles in one fell swoop.

I still have time.

First, lay a solid foundation for this body. Once the martial spirit awakens, cultivate steadily, and when the time is right, it won't be too late to seek out the "Dragon Blood Ginseng" that can enable the martial spirit to evolve a second time.

Take it one step at a time.

Yu Xiaoheng got up and left the side hall.

Back in his courtyard, the tribesman had already delivered the medicinal herbs and whale glue he had purchased that day.

Several brocade boxes were neatly arranged. When opened, a mixed medicinal fragrance wafted out.

He lacked the extraordinary skill of identifying all kinds of herbs.

His only reliance was the books in the library that Yu Xiaogang regarded as "miscellaneous studies".

He selected dozens of herbs that were confirmed to be harmless and had a nourishing effect on those with a light-attribute constitution.

Some of it was crushed into a paste and used as a topical application.

A portion was put into the medicine cauldron, ready to be decocted for internal use.

As for that large, crystal-clear piece of whale glue, exuding the scent of the ocean...

This is a treasure that is explicitly mentioned in the original work as being able to greatly enhance one's physical strength.

Use as much as you have.

Being just a child, using such domineering resources, he's bound to suffer again...

Yu Xiaoheng's eyes were filled with determination.

For that uncertain future, he had to endure any hardship!

Chapter 2 Absorbing Whale Gel, Fighting for a Way Out

Beneath the medicine cauldron, the charcoal fire burned brightly.

Yu Xiaoheng sat cross-legged, with a dark green medicinal paste in front of him and a bubbling medicinal soup beside him.

Without hesitation, he applied the thick medicinal mud layer by layer to his tender skin, then picked up the scalding hot medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Finally, there was the enormous piece of whale glue, which was in a semi-melted state under high temperature.

He opened his mouth, took a large bite, and swallowed it whole.

The triple medicinal power exploded within the body.

The first thing to show symptoms was the externally applied medicated mud.

A burning sensation seeped into his skin, dense and numerous, as if millions of ants were gnawing at his flesh.

Next came the oral herbal decoction.

The warm current transformed into countless tiny steel needles, surging and crashing through his meridians, causing excruciating, tearing pain in every inch.

Finally, there's the domineering energy of whale gelatin.

That immense power of blood and qi, originating from a giant sea monster, was like a heavy hammer, brutally striking every inch of his bones.

A two-pronged attack from both inside and outside.

A five-year-old body endured pain far exceeding its limits.

Yu Xiaoheng's body trembled violently, veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face, soaking the stone slab beneath him.

He clenched his teeth, suppressing a muffled groan in his throat.

His consciousness nearly sank into a stupor amidst the waves of pain, only to be forcibly pulled back by the unwavering will of his two lifetimes.

He, Yu Xiaoheng, was not like the protagonists of those Douluo Continent fanfictions he had read in his previous life, all of whom possessed extraordinary talent and had systems by their side. He had nothing...

We have no choice but to fight!

Don't faint!

Yu Xiaoheng cried out in his heart.

Once the patient faints, the effects of the drug will become uncontrollable without guidance, leading to serious injury or even death by explosion.

He chose this path himself.

No matter how tough it gets, we have to get to the end!

After an unknown amount of time, the tearing pain gradually subsided, replaced by a warm, tingling sensation.

Every part of my body, from my skin to my bone marrow, felt as if it had been cleansed and was filled with brand new energy.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of foul air.

He looked down and saw that his body was covered with a layer of greasy black impurities and emitted an unpleasant odor.

This is a sign of undergoing a process of "cleansing the body and marrow."

Without resting, he struggled to his feet, went to the well in the yard, drew a bucket of water, and poured it over himself from head to toe.

After rinsing off the grime, he was shirtless, and one could clearly see that although the muscle lines on his small body were still immature, they already contained a resilience and strength that did not match his age.

He clenched his fist.

An unprecedented sense of fulfillment welled up inside me.

He walked to an old tree in the courtyard that was as thick as a person's embrace, took a deep breath, steadied himself in a horse stance, exerted power from his waist and abdomen, and threw a punch!

"boom!"

A muffled thud.

The tree trunk shook violently, and leaves fell in a rustling sound.

Where his fist struck, the hard bark cracked layer by layer, leaving a clear break, with wood chips flying everywhere.

Yu Xiaoheng's pupils contracted slightly.

He withdrew his fist, looked at the slightly reddened skin, and felt an overwhelming joy welling up inside him.

It became.

The mere combination of common herbs and whale glue gave this five-year-old body a physique far exceeding that of his peers.

He could even feel a faint but real energy flowing slowly and continuously within his flesh and bones.

This energy, though not soul power, is integrated with the body.

Yu Xiaoheng remembered the original novel he had read in his previous life.

Even without a spirit ring, Tang San was still able to cultivate his spirit power using the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

The fundamental reason is his extraordinary physical abilities, which enable him to absorb and refine energy.

Aren't I the same way now?

This body has transcended the realm of the "mortal".

Yu Xiaoheng's lips curled up slightly.

Martial Soul...

It could never be Luo Sanpao, who failed in his mutation and only had half a level of soul power!

I made the right choice!

I, Yu Xiaoheng, have at least earned the qualification to embark on the true path of cultivation!

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the courtyard gate.

A clansman's respectful voice came: "Young Master Xiao Heng, the sect leader has returned. Please go with Young Master Xiao Gang to the sect gate to welcome him."

Yu Yuanzhen is back?

Yu Xiaoheng's expression shifted, and he put on his outer robe. Together with Yu Xiaogang, who had come upon hearing the news, they walked towards the sect's main gate.

……

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, with its majestic mountain gate.

At this moment, the huge plaza in front of the mountain gate was already filled with the sect's young disciples.

Most people sat cross-legged, seizing every moment to meditate and cultivate, hoping to leave a good impression on the sect leader.

As soon as Yu Xiaogang arrived, several peers surrounded him, enthusiastically discussing their experiences in cultivating martial spirits.

He was the center of attention, his expression carrying a hint of arrogance, and he answered those theoretical questions fluently.

Yu Xiaoheng's arrival seemed somewhat out of place.

Only a handful of people nodded to him, as if to say hello.

In their view, this eldest son of the sect leader had long since strayed from the righteous path of a Soul Master.

Yu Xiaoheng didn't care at all.

He first approached several clansmen in charge of the sect's procurement and whispered a few words about the follow-up matters concerning the perfume and soap business.