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

"If you guys hadn't lured away that ten-thousand-year-old thunder beast, we brothers would probably have perished inside."

Yu Xiaoheng stood in the shadows, looking at these familiar faces.

They were all very tired.

Sunken eyes and a tense expression are signs of prolonged stress.

Since that incident, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has completely retreated, but Yu Yuanzhen has no choice but to defend the resource-rich Sunset Forest for the sake of Yu Xiaoheng's needs after his resurrection.

This was originally the territory of the Heaven Dou royal family, but now Blue Lightning has to send people to guard it day and night, both to guard against soul beasts and to guard against spies from other sects.

The pressure was immense.

"Of course."

Bibi Dong spoke up, unusually calmly, "People from the Haotian Sect have been very active in the area lately, so be careful."

Chapter 314 Bizarre and Crazy

Upon hearing the words "Haotian Sect," Yu Chenghai's previously weary eyes instantly erupted with astonishing hatred.

That was a deep-seated hatred.

Several young disciples who had been resting nearby suddenly looked up, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Those bastards!"

A young disciple gritted his teeth and snapped the dry firewood in his hand. "If it weren't for them, how could the young master have died!"

"Exactly! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Haotian School, and those so-called Upper Three Schools and Lower Four Schools... they all deserve to die!"

Another disciple chimed in, his voice trembling with excitement, "They're just scared! Scared that the young master will grow stronger!"

Yu Chenghai took a deep breath, patted the young disciple on the shoulder, turned to look at Yu Xiaoheng and the others, and gave a wry smile.

"Please excuse my poor appearance."

"But the brothers can't swallow this anger."

He pointed to the center of the camp behind him, where a simple stone tablet stood, bearing no name but a lightning bolt mark.

"Although our young master is no longer here, he will always be the pride of Blue Lightning."

Yu Chenghai stared at the stone tablet, his eyes burning with fervor and determination. "The fact that all the powers on the continent are uniting to plot against one person—what does that mean? It means they're terrified!"

"They're so afraid of the young master that they've lost all sense of shame and want to nip him in the bud!"

"As long as we live, Blue Lightning will not fall! And many more outstanding Soul Masters will emerge!"

"One day, the sect leader will lead us to storm Haotian Peak and avenge this blood debt!"

The same light shone in the eyes of all the disciples.

That was their faith in dire straits, the only spiritual pillar that sustained them day after day in this perilous forest.

Yu Xiaoheng watched this scene, his eyes behind the mask flickering slightly.

Is this the weight of death?

In the hearts of these Blue Lightning disciples, the person named "Yu Xiaoheng" was no longer a concrete flesh and blood body, but a totem, a spiritual sustenance.

To uphold this belief, they can endure hardship and unleash their most ferocious fighting power.

Yu Xiaoheng didn't speak, but just silently looked at the wordless stone tablet.

Looking at the excited Blue Lightning disciples, Bibi Dong's coldness seemed to melt a little.

She stepped forward and surprisingly revealed a gentle smile.

He's right.

Bibi Dong looked at the young disciple and said softly, "Even in death, he was a figure who made the entire Soul Master world tremble. You should be proud of that."

The young disciple was stunned.

He never expected that this woman, who always gave off an extremely dangerous vibe, would say such a thing, and smile so beautifully and gently.

Like the older sister next door, or like a beautiful phantom from a memory.

"Th...thank you..." The young disciple stammered, a blush creeping onto his face.

Yu Chenghai was also somewhat surprised; the tense atmosphere had suddenly become somewhat harmonious.

Everyone sat around the campfire, and Bibi Dong actually sat down and started chatting with these Blue Lightning disciples.

They talked about the spirit beasts in the forest, combat techniques, and even some interesting anecdotes about the Spirit Hall from the past.

Her smile was natural, and in her every gesture, one could still vaguely see the elegance of the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall from back then.

Gentle, noble, and understanding.

However, Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi, who were standing to the side, felt a chill that went straight to their bones.

Shui Yun'er looked at Bibi Dong's profile, her fingers trembling slightly.

That smile was perfect.

It's as perfect as a painted mask.

She knew what Bibi Dong had been through, and she knew the darkness and madness hidden in this woman's heart.

The more Bibi Dong acts like a normal person now, the more she resembles that innocent girl from back then, the more serious her illness becomes.

She is imitating.

Imitate the self that has not yet been destroyed.

Imitate that... style that Yu Xiaoheng might like.

"elder sister."

Shui Lingxi tugged at Shui Yun'er's sleeve, her eyes filled with sorrow.

Shui Yun'er took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, and turned to look at her younger sister.

Her once smooth, long hair was tied up, her beautiful face was made dull and rough by a special potion, and her men's clothing was loosely draped over her body.

Driven by revenge and the will to survive, they transformed themselves into other people.

The once beautiful flowers of Tianshui are now just two avengers filled with hatred.

Compared to the madwoman Bibi Dong, how are they any better?

Shuiyun patted her sister's hand, forced a smile, and strode towards the campfire.

"What's the point of just chatting? Do you have any wine?"

She shouted in a rough voice and sat down boldly next to a Blue Lightning disciple.

Yes! Of course!

The disciple quickly handed over a leather pouch.

Shui Lingxi followed, imitating the man by sitting cross-legged. She took the wine pouch and took a swig, coughing from the strong liquor, but still laughed loudly.

The campfire flickered.

A group of people sat together, drinking heavily and laughing loudly.

The Blue Lightning disciples were laughing because someone understood their hatred and recognized their totem.

Bibi Dong was smiling because she was playing the role of a living person.

The Shui sisters are smiling because they have to fit into this cruel world.

Laughter echoed through the empty camp.

Surprising.

absurd.

Yu Xiaoheng stood in the shade of the trees on the outer perimeter, watching this group of people who seemed to be acting, or perhaps venting their emotions.

Everyone wore a smile, but behind those smiles, none of them were truly happy.

They're like a bunch of monsters in human skin, trying to imitate human pleasure.

A fake.

The word popped into Yu Xiaoheng's mind.

He suddenly realized just how deep a wound his "death" had torn in the world.

The disciples of the Blue Lightning Sect, having lost their young master, enshrined him on a pedestal and used him as fuel for their revenge.

The Shui sisters, having lost their lovers, turned themselves into revenge machines.

Bibi Dong...

Yu Xiaoheng looked at the smiling woman.

What did she lose?

In the end, I wasn't really that familiar with Bibi Dong before, was I?

Why did this girl become like this?

Is this the true value of being the number one love-struck individual in Douluo Continent...?

This kind of madness is abnormal.

It will collapse sooner or later...

There is only one way for these people to recover and escape from this inhuman, ghostly state.

That means "Yu Xiaoheng" is back.

With dignity and unwavering strength, we will once again stand at the pinnacle of the continent.

Shatter all the gloom hanging over their heads.

But it's difficult.

Yu Xiaoheng clenched his fist.

To regain one's identity, one must possess the power to be fearless of any force.