Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 570 Falling out
"Physical modification?"

The God of Cookery took the book from Han Tao and examined it carefully for a long time before pausing.

"Using healing soul power to modify a soul master's body is truly unfathomable."

"pity."

A sudden flame erupted on his fingers, turning the diary to ashes.

A hint of regret flickered in the eyes of the God of Food: "It is ultimately a skill extended from the Soul Master system, while I have already ascended to the rank of a god, endowed with a divine body. How could so-called healing soul power possibly shake me?"

"Han Tao, what you gave me does not satisfy me!"

Shaking his head,
Looking at Han Tao, she suddenly burst out laughing.

Perhaps I shouldn't have had any expectations of you.

"A Soul Master is, in the end, just a Soul Master."

Han Tao watched him quietly.

The God of Food's consciousness projection has already obtained the data on physical body modification and the results of "Guzhu". However, he has not obtained any information about the so-called "emotional god position" or the method to make up for the numerical value.

"Fine."

Han Tao sighed deeply: "However, I have already presented my theory. Since you are not satisfied, I am willing to provide even more valuable information."

"But the prerequisite for the next transaction is that you first hand over the method to make up the value to me before I can give you a reward of equal value."

The God of Cookery suddenly fell silent.

She stared blankly at Han Tao's face, as if trying to find the cowardice that comes from a human being.

"Human, you actually doubt me?"

Han Tao spread his hands, neither confirming nor denying.

"You actually doubted the promise of a god, hahahahaha!"

"I truly don't know whether you're too naive or too foolish to dare question my promise?"

His calm and composed expression instantly transformed into rage, and a torrent of questions poured into Han Tao's ears like a river flowing into the Yangtze.

Han Tao's eyes narrowed slowly, his suspicions deepening. "If you don't hand it over, my suspicions will only grow stronger."

"You're lying to me!"

Suddenly, he laughed contemptuously.

An endless arrogance flowed through his chest.

"To deceive you, to deceive a mere human being—forgive my bluntness, but there's no need!"

"And even if I lied to you, what could you do about it?"

"As the weak, we must always remember our own position. There is an insurmountable chasm between ants and gods!"

The God of Cookery turned his head and looked into the distance.

Everything within his sight was covered by his divine sense, and Han Tao was nothing more than a tiny insect in his field of vision.

"Your Excellency Han Tao, the great God of Cookery, could you please be a little more amicable in your conversation?"

Oscar was feeling dejected.

If the God of Cookery disagreed with Han Tao, his days ahead would definitely not be easy, so he offered words of comfort.

"Shut up!"

"You have no right to speak here!"

The God of Cookery's robes were hung up, separating Oscar's figure.

His eyes flashed with a hint of coldness: "Han Tao!"

"In the Douluo God Realm, many people don't take me seriously because I advanced to godhood with a food-type martial soul. Compared to those in the combat ranks, my strength is indeed much weaker. But even so, my will is not something that an ant like you can question!"

Divine power was gathering between his fingers.

The slender bamboo stalk and emerald green bamboo leaves are nested together with nine sections.

"Is this your martial soul?"

"Or rather, is this your divine artifact?"

Han Tao tossed aside its weapon and asked calmly.

"No!" the God of Food retorted, "My martial spirit is bamboo shoot!"

"I should thank you for providing me with the refining structure of Guzhu, allowing me to understand its horizontal composition. However, because your words offended me, your 'emotional' deity is now..."

It's gone!

His fingers spread open, then clenched, as if crushing a bubble. "Your divine position, because of your offense, will be reduced to ashes!"

"And now, you will face my wrath and the price of offending the gods!"

Han Tao's gaze swept over Oscar, then over the projection of the God of Cookery, and he suddenly sighed.

"Is this your choice?"

"This is the arrogance of the gods. Perhaps it is the long years of being high above that have made you forget what humility is!"

From the tips of Han Tao's fingers, bamboo joints of the same material extend.

"If you were to come to Douluo Continent in person, I would have to flee from your pursuit, but right now you are nothing more than a projection!"

"You will never understand the wondrous power I possess!"

Suddenly, the bamboo staff was swung around and slashed at Han Tao.

Han Tao used blue-silver vines, woven into blue-silver bamboo with a 9x9 structure, to gently bump into its bamboo staff in the manner of an antelope hanging its horns.

--bump!

The crisp sound fell,
It was like fireworks shattering a bamboo cane into nothingness; in the God of Cookery's incredulous gaze, it turned into powder and soared into the sky.

"How can it be"

"Such power, such power, Han Tao, how did you do that?"

The God of Food's consciousness instinctively asked a question, and once again his greed arose. He wanted to master the skills Han Tao used and turn them into a part of his own strength.

"Han Tao, your abilities have earned my recognition!"

"Now, I am willing to impart the secret technique to you in advance, and I also implore you to tell me the details of how to destroy my bamboo staff!"

The gods changed their attitude.

No matter what kind of world it is, or what kind of role you play, in the end, it is strength that speaks for itself.

"No, I don't believe you!"

"Your promises are as despicable as your character!"

Suddenly, he heard Han Tao refuse.

With a tap of his hands, the skull of [Illusion, Mirror, Nightmare] wove a reflection of the world, gathering countless soul powers into his blue-silver palm.

The God of Cookery, filled with rage, hysterically demanded, "Han Tao, what do you want to do!"

"I've already agreed to your conditions; I can teach you the secret technique ahead of time. Why are you still doing this?"

Han Tao gently shook his head: "Because, it's not necessary!"

"The secrets you've been hiding will be exposed in this illusion." "Illusion?"

Upon hearing the terms Han Tao used, the projection of the God of Food arrogantly raised its head, "Such methods cannot threaten me!"

"Han Tao, you've made the wrong choice!"

To become a god, one needs to complete the illusionary realm of mind-refining, which requires overcoming the seven emotions and desires. Naturally, the God of Food doesn't take Han Tao seriously.

"is it?"

Han Tao suddenly laughed.

Upon seeing Han Tao's smile, the God of Cookery suddenly had an ominous premonition, a premonition that alerted his soul.

A common illusion is different from an illusion enhanced by a mirror image, and it is also different from an illusion enhanced by a nightmare.

"Bibi Dong's soul bones cannot withstand the erosion of my illusion!"

"The so-called test of the seven emotions, the tempering of the mind in the illusion, what power do they have to resist under the illusion, the mirror, and the nightmare?"

Han Tao spoke softly.

The God of Food suddenly felt that the sky above him had changed color.

The sun dimmed, the moon faded, the sea overflowed, and the mountains and rivers were turned upside down, as if the universe itself was being reversed in Han Tao's hands.

"This is."

"How is this possible, human? How can you wield such power?"

The dreamlike world captivated his mind, eroded his will, and was also reading his life story.

The life of a god is far more ancient than that of a soul beast, so even if Han Tao could read his memories, it wouldn't be easy for him to get a reply.

"Oscar!"

Han Tao brought Oscar over.

"Could you help me find that answer?"

Oscar frowned, and without much hesitation, shook his head in refusal.

"Han Tao, I'm sorry, I can't agree to that!"

"Resurrecting Xiao Wu is very important to me, but the prerequisite for resurrecting Xiao Wu is to inherit the legacy of the God of Cookery."

"Without his legacy, I cannot use the Divine Light of Resurrection, so how could I possibly help you fight against him?"

Han Tao shook his head, "They're all the same!"

Whether you help me or not, the outcome will be the same; I will eventually get the answer I want. However, doing so will waste some of my time!

Enraged, the God of Food projection found itself in the space-time created by Han Tao, where all sounds echoed only in the sky.

"Damn it, human, you deserve to die!"

"You have accessed my memories without permission. You have violated the established rules of the divine realm. I am going to file a complaint against you with the Divine Realm Enforcement Council!"

"hehe!"

Han Tao gave a mocking smile.

The projection of the God of Food turned pale as he suddenly realized that he might not be a match for Han Tao.

So he turned around urgently, looking for a way to escape.

"God?"

"It's useless, don't waste your energy!"

"I have sealed off this space. You cannot leave. Your emotions, memories, and thoughts will all leap onto the paper in my illusion."

"Then all your efforts will become my reward!"

The projection of consciousness rampaged wildly, but unfortunately, its location was firmly imprisoned by the space woven by Han Tao's illusion.

Unable to resist, unable to escape, at the mercy of others!

"Han Tao?"

A woman in a black dress slowly walked out from outside the wheat field.

"Zhu Zhuqing, what is it?"

She whispered, "Han Tao, I can help you!"

"I am imbued with destiny; I can help you find the answer you seek within his memories!"

Han Tao remained silent.

There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Zhu Zhuqing must have ulterior motives for contacting him.

"What do you want me to do for you?"

Zhu Zhuqing paused, "I beg you, do me a favor!"

"Help me save Davis!"

"Save Davis? How? That's impossible!"

She took the soul tool from the Star Luo Empire and handed it over.

"Through this soul tool, you can communicate with soul masters in the arena of life and death within a time and space of equal age."

She pleaded pitifully, "Just like when you asked Ning Rongrong for help, you can save him too."

“Davis is not only a prince of the Star Luo Empire, but also your friend. How could you forget this friendship!”

Suddenly, Han Tao glanced at Oscar.

Oscar's pointless efforts to save Xiao Wu, and his so-called friendship with his classmates, will they move Han Tao?
Obviously not!

"No, that's impossible!"

"The Eyes of Time can see the past, but cannot return to it."

"The only place that can return to the past is the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's Arena of Life and Death, but it has already died at Bibi Dong's hands!"

Zhu Zhuqing's face suddenly turned pale, but she still asked with reluctance.
"Isn't there any other way?"

"No way!"

Han Tao waved his hand and added, "To die at the hands of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger is undoubtedly a kind of luck!"

"Why?" Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing asked in confusion.

"If Davis were to miraculously defeat the Dark Demon God Tiger..."

"It will be forever imprisoned in that desolate land, forever shrouded in endless darkness, enduring this torment."

"No one wants to experience it; it's more painful than death!"

Oscar suddenly looked up and said, "No, Han Tao, you're wrong!"

"You were able to return from the arena of life and death twice, so why can't Davis? Is the eldest prince of their Star Luo Empire any weaker than you?"

"uh-huh?"

Han Tao gave him a strange look.

I suddenly have some doubts about Oscar's intelligence. Has Yu Xiaogang corrupted his brain?
(End of this chapter)