Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen is Coming

Chapter 6 Such a friend?

Soon, curiosity replaced the previous solemnity on Tang San's face, and his eyes flickered with a gleam of curiosity.

He turned to Village Chief Jack and asked in a childish voice:

"Grandpa Jack, what is a spirit ring? How can I get one?"

Tang San's expression changed so quickly that people almost thought his seriousness just now was just an illusion.

Now, like a child full of curiosity about the world, he directly raised the questions that he cared about most.

He knew that he had to understand the power system of this world as soon as possible in order to improve his own strength.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, he can't rely on anyone, especially his alcoholic father.

Regarding the question of curious baby Tang San,
Village chief Old Jack shook his head helplessly, with a hint of pampering and a wry smile in his eyes.

He spoke slowly, his voice revealing the vicissitudes of life:

"I don't know what a spirit ring is either."

"If you want to get a spirit ring, it seems that you have to hunt spirit beasts, right?"

"That is a very dangerous thing, only a soul master would do it."

After hearing this, Tang San immediately frowned and began to ponder.

New words such as "soul ring" and "soul beast" echoed in his mind, trying to find his place in the power system of this world.

At this moment, Village Chief Jack suddenly looked at Tang San sharply, with a hint of surprise and curiosity in his eyes. He suddenly asked:

"Xiao San, you are not the two that the master mentioned?"

"One of the guys with innate full soul power, right?"

Tang San's expression was calm, he didn't show the slightest bit of surprise or panic.

He just nodded calmly and replied:

"Yes."

His tone was calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary matter, but deep in his eyes, there was firmness and determination.

Hearing Tang San's answer, a relieved smile appeared on Village Chief Jack's face, as if a ray of sunshine had finally appeared in the cloudy sky.

His eyes were full of warmth and anticipation.

"So, what is your martial spirit? Broken Sword or Blue Silver Grass?"

Village Chief Jack asked softly, with a hint of caution in his voice, as if he was afraid of touching Tang San's sore spot.

Tang San's answer was simple and direct:
"Blue Silver Grass."

Upon hearing this, Village Chief Jack nodded and patted Tang San's shoulder lightly with his palm, an action full of the comfort and encouragement of an elder.

"Xiao San, I didn't expect you to be so talented."

There was a hint of pride in his voice, as if Tang San's talent was also his own glory.

"It's a pity that you have such a father..."

Village Chief Jack's tone revealed his dissatisfaction and regret towards Tang San's father.

"I don't have a good martial soul to pass on to you. Otherwise, you might really be able to become another soul saint in our village!"

He looked at Tang San, his eyes gleaming with hope, and continued:

"Tell Grandpa, are you willing to go to a specialized school to learn the training methods of a spirit master? Only there can you find the most accurate knowledge about spirits."

At this moment, Tang San's heart was filled with heavy worries because of the appearance of Blade. His eyes were a little vague, and his thoughts were obviously not on the village chief's questions.

He just responded casually:
"You have to ask my dad first."

Village Chief Jack looked at Tang San, his eyes full of kindness and love. He gently touched Tang San's head, and that action was full of warmth and care.

"What a good kid, you should have asked your father."

He said with a smile, then stretched out his hand, motioning Tang San to follow.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

On the way, Village Chief Jack's steps seemed a little heavy under the setting sun, but he was in an unusually happy mood. He suddenly remembered the other child with innate full soul power mentioned by Su Yuntao, so he smiled and turned to ask Tang San beside him.

"By the way, Xiao San, the master just said that there are two people with full innate spirit power. You are one of them, and your spirit is Blue Silver Grass. Who is the other one with Broken Sword as his spirit?"

There was a hint of curiosity in Village Chief Jack's voice, and his eyes sparkled with warmth in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Hearing this, Tang San narrowed his eyes, a hint of cruelty flashed across his eyes, a deep and dangerous color.

But he controlled himself very well, and that wolfish look disappeared in a flash, and was not noticed by Village Chief Jack.

His expression remained calm, and he answered calmly:

"Yes, it's Blade. He has great talent as well."

After hearing this, Village Chief Jack laughed in understanding.

"Oh, haha, it turns out to be him. Our Holy Soul Village is also full of talented people."

His smile was full of pride for the village and expectations for the children.

Xiao San should get along well with Ren. You two are both so talented, it would be great to be friends, right?"

As he spoke, Village Chief Jack touched Tang San's head as usual, an action full of an elder's doting and encouragement.

His face was filled with joy, as if he had already seen the two children becoming the pride of the village one day in the future and bringing glory to Holy Soul Village.

Tang San's teeth were clenched tightly together, making a slight friction sound. His left fist clenched involuntarily under his sleeve, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

A barely perceptible purple light flashed in his eyes again. It was the natural reaction of the Purple Demonic Pupil driven by anger and murderous intent.

Friend?! This word echoed in Tang San's mind, like the sharpest irony.

An inexplicable anger and coldness surged in his heart.

This boy must be killed! ! He thought in his heart with gnashing teeth,

When he dies, it will be nice for him and me to be friends in yin and yang! I will go to pay my respects to him every year!
However, Tang San's face remained as calm as water, and his expression did not fluctuate at all, as if the murderous intent and anger just now had never existed.

His tone was calm, even sincere, as if he actually meant to be friends with Blade.

"Well, I'll definitely be friends with Blade if I get a chance."

He said calmly, without any abnormality in his voice.

Village chief Jack was very satisfied with Tang San's answer. His face was filled with a gratified smile, which was like the warm sunshine in spring, illuminating people's hearts.

"Haha, good, good, you two are both good kids. Grandpa is really happy for you!"

Village Chief Jack said with a smile, his eyes full of doting and expectation for the two children.

Tang San looked at Village Chief Jack's face full of trust and joy, but his heart was surging.

In this world, as the protagonist, he knows that he can only rely on himself. Even when facing powerful enemies, he must learn to hide his emotions and face all challenges with the calmest attitude!
On the other side, Ren was standing in an open space, emitting a faint black light, which was emitted by his 60,000-year soul ring.

This powerful soul ring seemed particularly shocking on him, as if it was a bright light in the endless darkness, but at the same time, it also brought considerable pain.

Ren's brows furrowed slightly, and an indescribable pain appeared on his face.

This pain came not only from the body, but also from the depths of the soul, as if something was tearing at his spirit.

Suddenly, the cold mechanical voice of the system rang in his mind. The voice was without any emotion.
[Ding! The protagonist wants to be a yin-yang friend with the host, and the role-playing progress will be increased by 0.1%! ]

[Ding! The protagonist wants to pay tribute to the host, and the role-playing progress will be increased by 0.15%! ]

[Current role-playing progress: 6.26%]

After hearing this, Ren slowly put away the black soul ring on his body. The light gradually disappeared and finally merged into his body.

He held his broken sword in his arms and slowly walked to a tree stump and sat down.

His movements were calm and graceful, but his face was expressionless, like a heartless statue.

He sat on the tree stump, silently sorting out his emotions and trying to calm his mind.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing an arc, a smile that was a mixture of pain, irony and calmness.

His voice was low and magnetic, and he murmured:
"More anxious than me, haha."

(End of this chapter)