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

"Oops."

Yu Xiaoheng let out a soft cry, a perfectly timed hint of annoyance appearing on his face.

He pushed off with his feet and darted out like a cheetah.

What appears to be an anxious chase after a kite is actually a precise step taken within the patrol team's blind spot.

Crossing the outer city.

It is located near the inner city moat.

The glowing kite, caught in the wind, swayed and drifted over the towering city wall before landing in that heavily guarded forbidden area.

Yu Xiaoheng flashed and landed close to the base of the inner city wall.

There is an invisible barrier of soul power here.

If they force their way in, they will instantly alert the titled Douluo inside.

Yu Xiaoheng remained expressionless, pointing his right index finger into the air.

The power of divine retribution.

The purple flames ignited silently.

The solid barrier that was strong enough to stop a Soul Saint was like butter meeting a hot knife in front of the Purple Flame.

There were no alarms, no fluctuations in soul power.

The barrier was burned through, leaving a small hole just wide enough for one person to pass through.

He slipped inside.

Then, the purple flames went out, and the surrounding soul energy fluctuations filled the void again, as if no one had ever been there.

Inner City Gardens.

A vermilion gate was tightly shut.

The kite's glow flashed briefly over the wall before falling into the yard.

Yu Xiaoheng stopped in his tracks by the long gate.

He looked around, then a look of anxiety appeared on his face. He paced around twice, and even stomped his feet in frustration.

"How did it fall in there..."

He muttered something under his breath, his voice barely audible through the crack in the door.

At this moment, he was no longer the cold-blooded Soul Master Wuming, but rather an ordinary young man who was at a loss because he had lost his beloved toy.

Time passed second by second.

He became increasingly agitated outside the door, but never pushed it open or climbed over the wall, maintaining his "manners" and "reverence".

Until two minutes later.

"Squeak-"

The heavy, vermilion wooden door was opened a crack from the inside.

A childish yet clear voice rang out.

"Big brother, are you looking for this?"

Yu Xiaoheng immediately stopped stomping his feet and turned around.

The door was opened wide.

A beautifully sculpted little girl walked out.

She looked no more than six or seven years old, with long, smooth golden hair draped behind her head, snow-white skin, and a pair of pale golden eyes curiously observing the "clumsy kid" outside the door.

Most notably, she was tightly clutching a kite with a uniquely designed style in her arms.

In the medieval world, there has never been an anime character with such big eyes and a chibi-style appearance.

In addition, there were a few fluorites that were still faintly glowing.

For a little girl, this is simply an irresistible magic weapon.

Even the chosen ones of this world are probably no exception.

Right now, she's just a little kid who's attracted to cute things.

The girl's small hands caressed the kite's skin, her eyes sparkling; she clearly loved it.

Yu Xiaoheng stepped forward, bowed slightly, and spoke sincerely:

"Thank you so much, little sister."

"I put a lot of effort into making this kite. If I lose it, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight."

The girl reluctantly handed the kite forward, but her fingers still clung to the frame.

"What is this painting? It even glows! It's so beautiful."

"This is... a dragon."

Yu Xiaoheng made up a story off the cuff, his gaze gentle, "A kind of dragon that brings good luck. My name is Wuming, and I'm a Soul Master who travels the continent. I also want to thank you for helping me find it. May I ask what your name is, little sister?"

The little girl blinked.

In this deep palace compound, besides her father and grandfather, there were only servants who liked to kowtow and bow. No one had ever spoken to her in such an interesting way.

Moreover, he also made such fun toys.

The girl smiled sweetly, revealing a pair of cute little tiger teeth.

"My name is Qian Renxue."

Yu Xiaoheng smiled.

"Qianrenxue... Xue'er".

"That's a really good name."

Shui Yun'er trembled.

She couldn't help but look up at Wuming.

That profile, illuminated by the candlelight, appeared exceptionally cold and hard.

Not like.

It doesn't resemble it at all.

The boy in my memory always had a gentle smile, and even when he was refusing someone, he was still polite.

But the person in front of me reeked of blood and scheming.

but why……

Why does my heart ache so much when I see him looking so focused?

That feeling was just like watching that boy focus on his cultivation back then.

Shui Lingxi grabbed her sister's hand under the table.

Her palms were sweaty.

"sister……"

She called out softly.

Shui Yun'er shook her head, signaling her younger sister not to speak.

They are conflicted.

They were conflicted.

They wanted to get closer to the man who gave them a strange sense of familiarity, but they also felt ashamed because of their deep-seated loyalty to the "dead man."

It was as if looking at Wuming even once more would be a betrayal of Yu Xiaoheng.

Bibi Dong took all of this in view.

Nameless, oh nameless, who are you really?

The Yu Xiaoheng in her heart had absolutely nothing in common with Wuming.

However, because of this, Bibi Dong directly expressed her likes and dislikes, and simply disliked people like Wuming.

Just then.

Yu Xiaoheng stood up.

The chair scraped against the floor with a screeching sound.

All eyes were instantly focused on it.

The thing in his hands finally took shape.

Wuhun City. The night was slightly cool.

Inside the private room, the "handicraft" in Yu Xiaoheng's hands was finally revealed.

Chapter 350 The ancestral laws cannot be changed!

Douluo Continent, to put it bluntly, is a continent of gigolos.

Before Tang Hao, if it weren't for the sacrifice of the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor A Yin, how could he have severely injured Qian Xunji and established Haotian's reputation?

Later, there was Tang San. If it weren't for Xiao Wu's sacrifice and companionship, even with twin martial souls, he would probably have been defeated by the Spirit Hall long ago.

As for his good-for-nothing younger brother, Yu Xiaogang, he was an expert in this field.

In the original history.

In his youth, he relied on Bibi Dong to consult the Spirit Hall's records, which allowed him to piece together the so-called "Ten Core Competencies" and earn him the title of Grandmaster. In his middle age, when he fell on hard times, he sought refuge with Liu Erlong, where he lived a life of comfort and high status.

This is not about living off others; it's clearly a shortcut to advancement for the strongest on this continent.

Since it is the ancestral law and the standard answer, why can't Yu Xiaoheng eat it?

Yu Xiaoheng was able to deceive the innocent saintess Bibi Dong, the naive Liu Erlong, and even trick Rou'er back then.