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

Two days later.

The Spirit Hall, a side hall of the Pope's Palace.

Sunlight streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, but it couldn't warm the empty room.

Bibi Dong was lying on the soft bed when she suddenly woke up with a start.

"Brother Xiao Heng!"

She cried out instinctively, followed by deathly silence.

no respond.

Only the occasional chirping of birds could be heard from outside the window.

Bibi Dong hurriedly checked her body.

Soul power... is it still there?

There were no shackles, no instruments of torture, and not even that nauseating secret room.

This is where she used to live as a saint.

The door was ajar.

Bibi Dong jumped off the bed barefoot and carefully pushed open the door.

Only two maids were cleaning in the corridor.

When she came out, the maids simply bowed respectfully.

"Your Highness, you're awake."

"His Holiness the Pope has instructed that you are in poor health and should not leave Wuhun City during this period of time, so that you may recuperate properly."

No imprisonment?

Bibi Dong was stunned.

She killed so many people and even tried to attack Qian Xunji.

Given that man's personality, how could he possibly let her go so easily?

……

Qian Xunji really didn't bother Bibi Dong again.

His disciple was far less important than Qian Renxue, who was about to be born and had divine blood flowing through her veins.

Bibi Dong was like a forgotten ornament, carelessly discarded.

Moreover, Yu Xiaoheng is dead.

The only person who could make her disregard everything has disappeared. Where in this world can Bibi Dong escape to?

Even if Qian Xunji didn't watch over her, she wouldn't be able to fly out of this sky.

Bibi Dong's world originally consisted only of the Spirit Hall and Yu Xiaoheng, who accidentally stumbled in.

The external situation is also undergoing subtle changes.

Yu Yuanzhen briefly went into seclusion and broke through to level 95, becoming a Super Douluo.

This was like a biting cold wind, awakening the restless hearts of the various forces.

The medicinal power of the two immortal herbs was not exhausted in the battle. On the contrary, with Yu Yuanzhen's secluded cultivation, it was gradually pushing the old dragon to an even higher peak.

The Heavenly Dou Royal Family remained silent.

The Star Luo Empire withdrew its probing claws.

Even the most arrogant Haotian Sect, under Tang Wei's restraint, has temporarily refrained from taking any further action.

Nobody wants to provoke a Super Douluo who could drag everyone down with him at this critical juncture.

Taking advantage of this deterrent force, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan gained an extremely valuable respite.

The sect's business began to expand, caravans traveled freely, and resources were continuously transported back to True Dragon Mountain.

On the surface, the sect seems to be emerging from its grief and ushering in a brief period of revival.

But only those who are actually there know that the clouds above Zhenlong Mountain have never dissipated.

The white banners that covered the mountains and fields have been hanging for three whole months and have not been taken down yet.

Forbidden area in the back mountain.

Liu Erlong sat listlessly by the boulder where Yu Xiaoheng used to cultivate, his eyes red and swollen.

……

Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan.

The meeting room.

At the head of the long sandalwood table sat a figure.

A young man sat upright in the seat that originally belonged to Yu Xiaoheng, holding a thick ledger in his hands, his brows furrowed.

Yu Xiaogang.

He took over the caravan left behind by Yu Xiaoheng, organized the blueprints for those so-called "modern commodities," and began to operate them step by step.

Soap, glass, perfume... these novelties caused a sensation in the market, earning the sect a huge amount of gold soul coins.

Chapter 277 Yu Xiaoheng: Children, I'm back

"Snoring—"

Beside the table, a creature resembling both a pig and a dog was devouring a spiritual herb.

That was Yu Xiaogang's mutated martial soul, Luo Buhui.

As the spiritual herb entered his stomach, a pure, warm current flowed back into Yu Xiaogang's body.

Level 21.

This almost predatory speed of cultivation is astonishing.

This is Luo Buhui's characteristic; he can forcibly increase his soul power by absorbing external resources, usually a fixed amount. This allows Yu Xiaogang to improve very quickly.

Although Yu Xiaogang's research revealed that this improvement would exhibit a severe diminishing marginal effect after level 20—the difficulty of cultivation would increase significantly with every ten levels, equivalent to a decrease of one level in innate soul power.

But this does not hinder his rapid progress.

His cultivation speed, roughly at the ninth level of the Innate Realm, allowed him to regain his long-lost confidence.

"Second Young Master."

An elderly clan elder entered the side hall of the council chamber, holding a gift list embossed in gold.

Yu Xiaogang put down his vermilion brush, raised his head, and his face showed just the right amount of fatigue and composure.

"Uncle Liu, has the revenue from Tiandou City been sent back?"

Looking at the young man before him, who, though still somewhat immature, already possessed the demeanor of a sect leader, Liu Bo felt a surge of satisfaction.

"Yes, Second Young Master. This business trip has tripled the profits compared to previous years. It's all thanks to the products you improved based on the blueprints left by the Young Master. Now everyone outside is praising our Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan for producing a business genius."

Yu Xiaogang nodded slightly, without showing much joy.

"Exchange this money for admission tickets to the advanced simulation training ground, along with these rare metals, and send them to Father."

"in addition……"

Yu Xiaogang pointed to a pile of medicine boxes on the corner of the table.

"These are medicinal bath materials prepared for the inner disciples of the sect. Please arrange for someone to distribute them."

Uncle Liu took the list and looked at the densely packed arrangements, which were well-organized and meticulous.

He couldn't help but be moved.

"Second Young Master, you've worked hard."

“Ever since Young Master… sigh, ever since that day, you’ve been like a different person, working tirelessly day and night. The Sect Master is in seclusion, Miss Erlong is heartbroken, and this family is all relying on you.”

Uncle Liu's voice choked with emotion.

Yu Xiaogang lowered his eyes slightly, concealing the emotions in them.

“I am a son of the Yu family, this is what I should do.”

Uncle Liu wiped his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the long sandalwood table, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

My memories seem to have been pulled back to a few years ago.

The same afternoon, the same spot.

At that time, the person sitting here was someone else.

The same side hall of the Blue Lightning Dragon Sect's council chamber.

At the head of the long sandalwood table sat a young, immature figure.

At that time, Yu Xiaoheng was only five years old. He was still small and his feet could not even touch the ground. He could only hang in mid-air.

But in front of him were ledgers taller than a person.

"Young Master, the whale glue and several rare herbs you requested have all been purchased." Back then, Uncle Liu was a few years younger than he is now, and was just an ordinary steward.

did not expect……

The location is still there, but the person is already...

Liu Bo snapped out of his reverie and looked at the highly praised Yu Xiaogang in front of him, feeling a pang of pain in his heart.

Back then, the young master sat in this position and did a better job than the current second young master, and did so much earlier.

But back then, everyone said it was "not doing proper work".

"Second Young Master, if this old servant may speak out of turn."

Uncle Liu looked at Yu Xiaogang and sighed.

"Back then, the young master worked tirelessly day and night for the sect right here at this table. We were all young and ignorant then, and we said some hurtful things. Now, seeing you, this old servant feels... as if the young master is still here."