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

Light pulsed beneath his feet as four spirit rings rose in succession.

Purple, black, purple fire, black.

This was an extremely shocking combination of soul rings, but the next moment, a ball of dark purple flame surged from Yu Xiaoheng's palm.

That was divine retribution, purple flames.

He clenched his fist, and the purple flames instantly transformed into five slender fire snakes, precisely coiling around each soul ring.

The once raging flames were now as still as flowing mercury, emitting no heat whatsoever, merely completely covering the original color of the spirit ring.

In the blink of an eye, all five spirit rings turned a deep purple.

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes widened.

"This is……"

"A disguise of divine punishment." Yu Xiaoheng dispersed the remaining fire in his hand, and five neat purple soul rings pulsed around him. "In the past, the flames would have burned the soul rings directly, but now I have resistance and control, so I can control them to only wrap around without burning."

"Each of the five rings represents a millennium. Although they are still rare geniuses in the world of Soul Masters, they might even be called monsters."

Yu Xiaoheng withdrew his martial spirit, and his aura also subsided.

"But compared to Yu Xiaoheng, who possesses a ten-thousand-year soul ring, this 'newcomer' is dazzling, but not surprising."

"If I don't tell you, who will know who I am?"

Looking at his meticulous son, Yu Yuanzhen's astonishment gradually turned into relief.

Ruthless enough, steady enough.

They are ruthless not only to their enemies, but even more ruthless to themselves.

“Since you’ve already figured out your way out, then so be it,” Yu Yuanzhen sighed. “It’s just that you’ve suffered these past few years.”

Yu Xiaoheng put on a large black robe again to cover his body.

"How long have I been asleep? What has the situation been like outside these past few years?"

The air in the sealed room became somewhat still when this topic was brought up.

Yu Yuanzhen remained silent for a moment, then turned and walked to the hidden compartment next to the bookshelf, took out a thick booklet, and handed it to Yu Xiaoheng.

"See for yourself."

Yu Xiaoheng took the booklet and turned to the first page.

What came into view were rows of shocking names, each marked with a bright red cross.

“Lei Hao… Qin Yue…” Yu Xiaoheng’s fingers traced these familiar names, then paused. “Are they alright?”

“Lei Hao lost an arm, and Qin Yue was disfigured, but they survived,” Yu Yuanzhen said in a low voice. “But not everyone is so lucky.”

Yu Xiaoheng continued flipping through the pages.

Thunder, death.

Lei Xiaoyu, deceased.

Yu Hai, dead.

……

"Lei Ming and Xiao Yu were ambushed and killed by a group of unidentified Soul Masters while they were out purchasing supplies. Their bodies were never recovered."

"Yu Hai was crushed into a bloody pulp by a boulder while covering the caravan's retreat."

Yu Yuanzhen's voice echoed in the secret room, each word like a heavy hammer striking Yu Xiaoheng's heart.

These people were the young men who used to follow him around and call him "Young Master" when he was in the Blue Lightning Guard.

Yu Xiaoheng closed the booklet, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Where are Yu Lin and Yu Hu?"

That was his confidant.

“Yu Hu is still alive, though he’s been seriously injured several times. He’s now the deputy captain of the guard.” Yu Yuanzhen paused, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes. “As for Yu Lin…”

"His martial spirit was forcibly destroyed and his meridians severed."

"Although the sect is using the best medicine to keep him alive, he will be a cripple for the rest of his life."

Click.

The teacup in Yu Xiaoheng's hand instantly turned into dust.

The purple-gold flames flashed and disappeared in his eyes.

it is good.

well.

Haotian Sect, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Tiandou, Xingluo.

If you don't want me to rest in peace, then nobody should have any peace either.

“They’re cutting flesh with a dull knife.” Yu Xiaoheng brushed the powder off his hands. “Because they are afraid of your strength, Father, they dare not openly attack the mountain, so they use this despicable method to slowly erode Blue Lightning’s strength.”

Yu Yuanzhen nodded: "If it weren't for the blueprints you left behind these past few years, Blue Lightning probably wouldn't have been able to survive."

"Soap, glass, perfume... these things may be considered strange and ingenious by major sects, but they are extremely profitable in the two great empires."

“Xiao Gang manages the caravan very well. It is thanks to this income that we are able to purchase resources at high prices to support the cultivation and welfare of our sect disciples.”

When Yu Xiaogang was mentioned, a rare gentleness appeared on Yu Yuanzhen's face.

"Xiao Gang has changed a lot. He used to only know how to bury himself in theoretical research, but now he has become a pillar of the sect."

Yu Xiaoheng nodded.

"Take me out for a walk."

That makes sense.

His own brother was not an abstract symbol like those in novels from his previous life; Yu Xiaogang was capable in his own right.

Chapter 280 The Spirit Hall, Fishing?

Zhenlong Mountain has rugged mountain paths.

Yu Xiaoheng followed behind Yu Yuanzhen, his hat brim pulled low, revealing only a section of his scarred chin.

The disciples they encountered along the way bowed respectfully to their sect leader. When their eyes swept over Yu Xiaoheng, although they were curious about the identity of this man in black robes, none of them dared to ask any questions.

The buildings within the sect were indeed in a state of disrepair.

The once magnificent main hall now has peeling tiles and looks somewhat mottled.

Several stone pillars in the training ground were broken, and they were simply reinforced with wooden stakes.

But every disciple's face was filled with determination.

That's a fierce determination forged in dire circumstances.

"Although many people died, those who remained are even more resilient," Yu Yuanzhen said slowly, looking at his disciples who were training.

Yu Xiaoheng's gaze swept across the crowd, but he did not spot those familiar figures.

"Where are Erlong and Rou'er? I haven't seen them."

Yu Yuanzhen paused in his steps.

"Liu Erlong is not in the sect."

"Where did you go?"

"He went to participate in a competition."

Yu Yuanzhen took out a neatly folded flyer from his pocket and handed it to Yu Xiaoheng.

"The All-Continent Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies".

Yu Xiaoheng took the flyer, somewhat surprised.

"Is Erlong's current strength enough...?"

“This competition is different.” Yu Yuanzhen shook his head. “This time, the Spirit Hall has been ordered by the Pope himself to relax the age limit for participants. Anyone under the age of 55 can participate.”

"Erlong is currently at the 30th level of soul power, and with that fighting spirit, she is considered one of the best among the younger generation. She wants to avenge you and give those families a good thrashing on the arena."

Yu Xiaoheng looked at the large, gold-embossed characters on the flyer.

"The Spirit Hall is up to something big."

Age restrictions have been relaxed, allowing sects to participate.

There must be a reason for it.

Others may not know, but Yu Xiaoheng has read Douluo Continent!

Such a big event, even though it takes place later in the original timeline, will inevitably be mentioned, so... the Spirit Hall must have a purpose.

"I heard that the future patriarchs of the four major families will also be participating this time, and there are even Soul Saint level experts to support them," Yu Yuanzhen added. "The competition will be extremely fierce."

"What about the reward?"

Yu Xiaoheng's gaze moved down and landed on the rewards section at the very bottom of the flyer.

With just one glance, his pupils contracted sharply.

"Champion's reward: Three ten-thousand-year-old soul bones."

“Pope Bibi Dong has really gone all out this time.” Yu Yuanzhen pointed to the patterns on it. “These three soul bones are all extraordinary.”

"One piece is a right leg bone from a sub-dragon."

"One piece is the skull of an unknown dragon species."

"There's one more..."

Before Yu Yuanzhen could finish speaking, Yu Xiaoheng's gaze was already fixed on the bone pattern that emitted a seven-colored halo.

That was a piece of left leg bone.

Even just drawing it on paper, you can feel that familiar, heart-pounding atmosphere.