Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen is Coming

Chapter 5: Blade, as the name suggests!

After hearing the outrageous notification that the system had upgraded his first soul ring, Ren was stunned for a moment after he went out.

It was directly upgraded to a nearly 6-year spirit ring, and it was the first spirit ring. If it was converted according to the proportion of his role-playing progress, when he was 100% successful in role-playing, wouldn’t it directly become a million-year spirit ring?

Moreover, if nothing unexpected happens, each soul ring will be transformed according to this ratio.

The system is quite interesting.

But soon, Ren thought about it again.

In fact, when he has performed his role 100% successfully, with his abundant power, immortality, etc., the power from the worldview in Bengtie, and with the blessing of the system, he will definitely be able to walk sideways in the fantasy sewer Douluo Continent and be basically invincible.

This spirit ring is just the icing on the cake, right?
But when I think about the fact that I have only completed about 6% so far, I will definitely still need the power of the spirit ring.

But the only thing that Ren is worried about now is his demonic body and the pain brought by his immortality.

He couldn't help but recall the bone-deep pain brought by the evil spirit. It felt like invisible insects gnawing at his body, making him constantly struggle against his own will.

After all, he is not very good at acting now, and his ability to suppress side effects is not strong! If he loses control and goes crazy, it will take a long time to recover. That is what he is most worried about and afraid of, and it is also the most troublesome! That kind of crazy pain will put him in a long recovery period, which he absolutely does not want to face.

There is no Kafka's word magic to help him suppress it.

This is a point that must be paid attention to.

He can only rely on himself. This is a taboo he must remember and also a difficult problem on his way forward.

Soon, Ren glanced at the old village chief Jack who had been waiting outside, and left without staying any longer. He needed to try the ten thousand year spirit ring to see if it had too much impact on him.

Under the shadow of the Holy Soul Handprint, Village Chief Old Jack anxiously leaned on his cane and paced back and forth on the stone road. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of expectation and worry. Finally, the heavy wooden door slowly opened, and the figure of the Great Soul Master Su Yuntao appeared at the door, and the sun cast a golden beam of light behind him.

When Old Jack saw Su Yuntao coming out, he stopped immediately, and was so excited that he could hardly hold his cane. He took eager steps and almost ran towards Su Yuntao, with sparks of hope flashing in his old eyes.

"How is it?" Old Jack's voice was trembling. He nervously held Su Yuntao's arm and asked expectantly, "Is there any child in our village who can become a soul master this year?"

Su Yuntao's expression was complicated. He had just experienced a violent emotional fluctuation. His mood at the moment was like a thrilling roller coaster ride. He took a deep breath, and then sighed for a long time, twice in a row, as if he wanted to spit out the burden in his heart.

"There are two." Su Yuntao's voice was low and helpless, "and they both have full innate soul power!"

Village Chief Old Jack's eyes instantly widened, and his expression changed from expectation to shock, as if he had seen something incredible. He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to speak, but only uttered a weak voice: "Full innate soul power?!"

Su Yuntao looked at Old Jack's shocked expression and couldn't help sighing again. He knew that the next words would be like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the hope in the old village chief's heart. He said in a heavy tone: "What a pity." Old Jack's face turned pale in an instant. He stared at Su Yuntao blankly, not daring to believe the next words.

"One of them has a blue silver grass as his spirit, and the other has a broken sword." Su Yuntao's tone revealed deep regret, "Do you understand?"

After hearing Su Yuntao's words, the eyes of the village elder, Old Jack, instantly lost their luster, like two lights blown out by the wind, leaving only a deep dimness. Old Jack's body seemed to become even more hunched at this moment.
He had witnessed too much on the land of Douluo Continent, and naturally understood the status of Blue Silver Grass on this continent. It was like weeds on the roadside, ordinary and unloved, and the broken sword was not even as good as the complete hoe made by the village craftsmen. His dream, the hope of the village, seemed to have vanished at this moment.

"Broken Sword. Blue Silver Grass? Full innate soul power?"

There was a tremor of disbelief in Old Jack's voice, his brows were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was chewing on the bitterness behind these words.

He looked up and sighed deeply to the sky. The sigh was like a heavy stone, pressing on his heart and making his back more hunched. He felt the cruelty of fate, as if the will of heaven was mocking his expectations, but the tenacity and perseverance deep in his heart made him unwilling to give up.

Old Jack hurriedly leaned on his cane and hurried forward, holding Su Yuntao's arm tightly. With a pleading light in his eyes, he asked anxiously:
"Master, is there really no way to cultivate Blue Silver Grass?"

Su Yuntao turned around, his eyes revealing sympathy and understanding for Old Jack. Although his tone was calm, every word he spoke revealed an indisputable fact: "It's not that it's completely impossible to cultivate. It's just that, what do you think the Blue Silver Grass will evolve into as the martial soul improves? A useless martial soul is still a useless martial soul. It's a pity to waste this innate full soul power. What a pity!"

After he finished speaking, Su Yuntao did not stop. He waved his hand as if saying goodbye to this regrettable conversation, then turned around and left the Holy Soul Village with firm steps, leaving behind silence.

Village chief Old Jack stood there, watching Su Yuntao's back disappear at the entrance of the village, his face full of disappointment and helplessness. He shook his head, sighed and whispered: "Full soul power, useless martial soul." The voice was like drifting fallen leaves, gently swaying in the cold wind, carrying endless regrets and confusion about the future.

At this time, Tang San quietly withdrew his eyes that were staring at the blade with his purple demon pupils. The hostility in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a solemn and vigilant look. He walked steadily to the side of Village Chief Jack.

Tang San knew in his heart that he had to prepare as soon as possible. The strong murderous aura that the blade exuded when it left was so real and strong that it made him, a man born as a killer, feel extremely sensitive and alert. The murderous aura was like an invisible sharp blade, pointing directly at people's hearts, making people shudder.

Although he had not had much contact with Blade in the past, everything that happened today gave Tang San a new understanding of Blade. As a protagonist who remembers revenge but not kindness, Tang San's impression of Blade is unforgettable. At the moment Blade drew his sword, Tang San truly felt the threat of death, a death omen that was almost within reach.

The so-called "Omen of Death"!!

And the blade, as its name suggests, is a weapon of killing!

"Blade, as its name suggests, is a weapon of killing!"

Tang San recited in his heart again, a cold light flashed in his eyes, as if responding to the cold killing intent of Blade. From the momentum of his sword, he knew that Blade might not only be a name, but also a symbol, a symbol representing ruthless killing and power.

From this moment on, Tang San understood that there would be an inevitable confrontation between him and Blade. And he must be prepared to meet this challenge that could change his fate.

(End of this chapter)