Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 220 The Value of Bloodline

"Then, what is the use of bloodlines?"

Ning Rongrong's sudden question interrupted Ye Lingling's narration and drew the attention of both of them.

"That's a good question. What's the use of bloodlines?"

"Inheritance?" Ye Lingling gave an answer.

"Perhaps there are, but certainly not all!"

Han Tao stood up, his thoughts drifting to the not-so-distant past.

Back when Tang San possessed the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, the Blue Silver Grass wouldn't be easily damaged.

After losing its bloodline, the martial spirit obviously becomes fragile, and it cannot even withstand the venom of the Mandragora Serpent.

"Inherited strength!" Han Tao offered a conjecture.

"Can a martial spirit guide the evolution of bloodline, and can bloodline form the foundation of a martial spirit?" Han Tao said, not entirely convinced.

Rongrong bit her finger slightly: "What's the difference between foundation and origin power?"

Han Tao was taken aback.

Let's set aside this speculation for now and deduce the answer from another direction:
"Bloodline is the bridge between a Soul Master's body and Martial Soul. The Martial Soul True Form of the seventh Soul Skill is a complete fusion of body, Martial Soul, and spirit."

"Without the spiritual changes at the Soul King stage, there would be no bloodline tempering at the Soul Emperor stage, let alone a Martial Soul True Body at the Soul Saint level."

The martial spirit system is perfectly integrated and complements each other.

Ye Lingling suddenly spoke up: "If..."

"If a Soul Master possesses a high-level bloodline, but their Martial Soul hasn't evolved to the same level, wouldn't they be unable to achieve the True Body of their Martial Soul?"

Why is it that a high-level bloodline can actually limit a Soul Master's breakthrough?
“No!” Ning Rongrong refuted her statement.

"You just said that the Soul King stage is a stage of latent changes in a Soul Master's spiritual power, while at the Soul Emperor stage, bloodline and martial soul are connected under the guidance of the spirit!"

"The connection is two-way. A high-level martial soul can temper the bloodline, and a high-level bloodline can also help a soul master evolve their martial soul, but there is a prerequisite."

Han Tao and Ye Lingling exchanged a glance, clearly having anticipated Rongrong's premise: "Martial Soul Origin!"

"Using bloodline as a sample and a vast martial soul origin as energy, the martial soul of a soul master evolves to the same level as the bloodline!"

Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor martial soul awakening was achieved through the same method.

Yu Xiaogang's Golden Sacred Dragon also relied on this method.

The Nine-Leaf Purple Ganoderma provided a vast source of martial spirit essence, which, based on the bloodline sample, evolved Yu Xiaogang's Luo Sanpao into a Golden Sacred Dragon.
After discussion among the group, the advancement paths for Martial Soul levels were gradually and thoroughly understood.

But in fact, even if you don't understand anything and know nothing.

As long as one's talent and luck are in place, one can still reach the title of Title Douluo without any obstacles.

Mentioning the Golden Sacred Dragon inevitably reminded Han Tao of his promise.

"Flanders"

Having had his soul power stripped away, the cat-owl will never be able to reach the Soul Saint stage again in his lifetime. Therefore, he can recklessly fuse with high-level bloodlines without any worries.

"The perfect experimental subject."

A smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Using blood as a guide!"

The secret technique was quietly activated.

With an extremely smug smile on his face, Yu Xiaogang led Tang San to a small mountain village.

"This is the place, the mistress!"

Stroking his beloved disciple's shoulder, the master spoke with a hint of profound meaning, his gaze fixed on the direction indicated by the bloodline, a graceful curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

Composure, confidence, and arrogance are the underlying characteristics of emotions.

"stop!"

Suddenly, a villager stood up and questioned him.

Although the Haotian Sect lives in seclusion, it still maintains vigilance against outsiders, and this villager is clearly a sentry of the sect.

With a wary look, he stared at Yu Xiaogang's profile and asked, "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

Yu Xiaogang was very displeased. He was a Soul Master, how dare a commoner like him question him?
"Ha!" The master sneered, pointing a finger at the villager's chest.
"Who do you think you are, to give you the right to tell us what to do?"

Even the Spirit Hall cannot interfere with my actions, Yu Xiaogang, let alone you.

With a forceful shove, the villager, unable to resist the Soul Master's power, collapsed to the ground. Ignoring his struggles, the Soul Master's foot passed over his arm, heading towards the direction indicated by his bloodline.
"Damn it!"

The villagers were the visible sentries of the Haotian Sect, and there were also hidden sentries. A Soul Master in the shadows noticed Yu Xiaogang's actions, was slightly angry but did not pursue the matter, and instead ran towards the village chief's house.

Information is linked together in a very short time.

The village chief of this small village was not a contact person for the Haotian Sect; the real contact person was his deputy.

In the hand of the village chief's adjutant, a small, exquisite watch quietly ticked:
"Someone is approaching the sect. Be on alert!"

Tang Hu, a third-generation disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, walked out of the sect and greeted Tang San and Yu Xiaogang.

His expression was grim, and his tone was icy: "So it was you who hurt Tang Feng?"

The Clear Sky Hammer suddenly appeared in his palm, and an aura of Soul Emperor strength surged forth, while the Soul Ring attached to his Martial Soul flickered slightly.

"Wait!" the master said hurriedly.

Faced with a formidable opponent, the master's attitude took a turn, and he showed some sincerity.

"We've come here to help Tang San return to his ancestral clan!"

"Oh, where's the evidence?"

Tang Hu stared at Tang San, knowing that if Tang San said even one wrong word, he would be struck by a hammer.

"I have evidence!" Tang San said, head bowed.

His eyes flashed with a cold light, but he didn't explode at the moment. Instead, his tone was quite humble.

"Hmph, once I'm strong enough, I'll definitely get my revenge!"

He stretched out his right hand, and a blue-gold hammer suddenly appeared, but there were no spirit rings attached to the hammer.

Seeing this, Tang Hu nodded, his attitude softening slightly.

The process and outcome of recognizing one's ancestors were not within his control, so he brought Tang San and Yu Xiaogang to the core area of ​​the sect.

Facing the two newcomers, Tang Xiao revealed a fake smile: "Which lineage are you disciples from?"

“My father is Tang Hao!” Tang San replied.

Then, he looked at Yu Xiaogang and asked, "And this is..."

"This is my teacher, the elder who guided my cultivation!" Tang San's expression was quite solemn.

He looked at Yu Xiaogang with utmost respect.

But then he straightened his chest and said, "Remember my name, Yu Xiaogang. You can also respectfully call me 'Theoretical Master'!"

"A theoretical master?"

His arrogant attitude drew considerable dissatisfaction from the crowd.

"You? With only level 29 soul power, you dare call yourself a theoretical master?"

The young disciple spoke up with a sarcastic remark, even though he was only ten years old, his soul power had already reached the level of a Soul Venerable.

He didn't respect this "master's" theories at all. The only reason Tang San became his disciple was because Yu Xiaogang was older and took advantage of Tang San's lack of knowledge.

"Ha!" the master sneered.

His gaze swept contemptuously over the disciples, finally settling on Tang Xiao: "Do you know the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

"As members of the same Upper Three Sects, of course I know!" Tang Xiao replied.

The master smiled.

An arrogant and flamboyant expression rose up: "Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, has the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda as his martial soul, and he will never be able to break through level 79 in his lifetime."

This is common knowledge in Douluo Continent, and everyone was confused, not understanding what Yu Xiaogang was trying to express.

"Ning Fengzhi has a daughter named Ning Rongrong, and she happens to be a student at Shrek Academy!"

Yu Xiaogang said arrogantly, "And just recently, it was because of my theoretical guidance that Ning Rongrong's martial soul transformed from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

"Ning Fengzhi only benefited from a little bit of luck; his martial soul evolved into the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, allowing him to leap from level 79 to level 80!"

Tang San was also stunned.

His master had such skills? The apprentice, unaware of his past, was immediately shocked.

"In order to obtain my theory," Yu Xiaogang paused for a moment:

"Ning Fengzhi deliberately sent me an invitation, wanting me to serve as a theoretical guest elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but I refused!"

(End of this chapter)