Douluo: A Yin, the weapon spirit, master of both bow and sword

Chapter 1 Deadwood Bow

Wuhun City, Wuhun Hall, elite students' dormitory and playground.

A handsome little boy wearing a nightgown, who looked to be about six or seven years old, was staring at the stars in the night sky with his bright eyes, with deep confusion and bewilderment in his eyes.

"APTX4869? The system's incarnation caused my age and body to shrink? Or... my sage last night..."

Ye Tianxing waved his hand symbolically. It only took a day for him to cross the Douluo Continent from Blue Star. What happened during that time was simply unbelievable and puzzling.

Wearing, yes, wearing.

An aspiring young man who had already set his dreams free on New Year's Eve, closed his eyes slightly, kicked his legs, and the next second he arrived in a fantasy world that only the protagonists of novels could visit: Douluo Continent.

The floor tiles and ceiling are also included.

Falling from the endless blue sky like a falling star, an ambitious young man of twenty-five instantly turned into a six-year-old child, wearing clothes that were slightly torn due to the size.

A pair of clear and round eyes successfully attracted the attention of a Spirit Hall deacon who was passing by and was about to go to a nearby village to be responsible for awakening the spirit. Under his enthusiastic and expectant gaze.

Oh open!

Grand prize!

Innately full of soul power.

Ye Tianxing still remembers the deacon repeating over and over again: "I won't have to worry about the rest of my life..."

I repeated it so many times that tears began to fall from the corners of my mouth, but I wiped them away without paying attention to my image.

Immediately, the deacon seemed to have found a treasure. After looking around to make sure no one was paying attention, he consulted Ye Tianxing and found out that this kid was an orphan...

Ye Tianxing was taken to the Spirit Hall.

Looking at the strange and prosperous towering city in front of him, and all the plots he knew in his mind, Ye Tianxing felt fortunate and disappointed.

Fortunately, he came to the world's largest organization right after landing. With the advantage of his innate full soul power, he has no worries about resources. In the future, he can at least become a Titled Douluo and become an elder.

The disappointment is that Ye Tianxing doesn't know whether the original protagonist Tang San, the Buddha, was born or not, or whether he was six years old in the early stage, had just finished the Soul Master Competition in the middle stage, or was cheating in the later stage.

In fact, Ye Tianxing prefers to start from scratch because he wants to see.

Are modern people with modern knowledge more powerful, or are outer disciples from the hidden weapon sect who have their minds full of ways to commit suicide more powerful?

"Now that I'm here, I'll make the best of it. I can't go home right now, and I joined the Spirit Hall without knowing why." Ye Tianxing pouted and muttered softly, "As for Tang San..."

In his previous life, Tang San's reputation on the Internet was severely divided into two levels. Ye Tianxing was a die-hard fan among the haters, because after seeing that he would rather be Xiao Yan's younger brother than Tang San's brother, he felt that what that brother said made sense.

I was very excited when I watched it as a child, but when I grew up I always felt that something was wrong, a weird feeling that I couldn’t put my finger on.

"Never mind him. Improving my strength is the most important thing. If I don't want to be crushed by Tang Ritian's hammer, I have to get on top of the Spirit Hall. There are a lot of Titled Douluo elders here, and the Pope is Bibi Dong, who has inherited the Rakshasa God's legacy. Although she's a hopeless love-brained person, fortunately she's pretty good to her disciples."

"Deadwood Bow!"

A large, winding, emerald green bow made of dead vines appeared in Ye Tianxing's left hand.

This is his martial soul, the withered wood bow.

It is named the Dead Wood Bow because its shape resembles a dead wood, and ordinary things can always turn out unexpectedly at critical moments.

So it was named: Dead Wood Bow.

Ye Tianxing didn't believe that it was just an ordinary bow with full innate soul power.

A bow without a string relies on the infusion of soul power to pull it. With Ye Tianxing's current soul power, only three pulls would be his limit. The playground in front of Ye Tianxing's dormitory was covered with lush green grass. Directly in front of it stood a stone tablet with the academy regulations and daily class schedule written on it.

Ye Tianxing drew the bow and injected his soul power into the dead wood bow. Both ends of the bow glowed with fluorescence, and two white silk threads extended from both ends, finally converging between Ye Tianxing's fingers.

A sharp, transparent arrow with a triangular tip is placed on the bow.

"I just graduated from college and ended up in this godforsaken place for no apparent reason. I haven't picked up a single girl. I'm just a finger warrior. A promising young man of the 21st century. Don't let me know who did this, or I'll make him pay!"

An arrow carrying Ye Tianxing's dissatisfaction was shot out.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow grazed the stone tablet but missed.

It’s not that Ye Tianxing’s aim is bad, but that he is depressed. This arrow was shot just to vent the depression in his heart.

Besides, Ye Tianxing didn't dare to really shoot the stone tablet, because when he first arrived, the teacher in charge of this place explained the rules of the Wuhun Hall Academy, especially since Ye Tianxing was in the elite class.

The stone tablet is the "face", and Ye Tianxing is not brave enough to really attack the stone tablet.

Ye Tianxing breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more comfortable. The dead wood bow in his hand flashed and he was ready to leave and return to the dormitory to rest.

"Destroying public property is not a good thing. You're so aggressive at such a young age. Got a story? How about telling it to me?"

A playful and teasing remark suddenly reached Ye Tianxing's ears, causing a storm.

Ye Tianxing turned around suddenly, his eyes widened slightly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

In front of him was a young man dressed in white, with flowing white hair brushing half of his cheek, an innocent smile on his face, and a childlike face, but he looked mature beyond his years.

Although this person looked harmless, Ye Tianxing still did not dare to be careless. He was able to come behind him silently, so he must have seen what he did just now.

If this person informs, Ye Tianxing will be punished tomorrow even if he has full innate soul power.

It is true that having full innate soul power is highly valued, but good character is essential.

Seeing Ye Tianxing remained silent and sweat on his forehead, the boy with a childlike face couldn't help but laugh and said, "Kid, I won't tell anyone what happened just now. Don't be nervous, just pretend that I have never been here."

Haven't you been here?

Then who is standing in front of me?

Ye Tianxing leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands together, and said in a childish tone, "Hello, teacher. My name is Ye Tianxing. I am a new student in the Soul Master Elite Class. I hope you will forgive me for what I did earlier."

"No problem." The boy with a childlike face waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned, and then asked, "Your name is Ye Tianxing, right? I'll call you Xiaoxing for now. Xiaoxing, tell me, what were you thinking when you shot that arrow just now?"

"What is it?" Ye Tianxing did not answer.

He couldn't say that what he wanted was not being able to have a passionate love relationship, not having a mobile phone, a computer, or video games. This would be a huge blow to an ambitious young man.

"I'm confused and messed up. I was brought here for no apparent reason and I'm filled with fear." Ye Tianxing evaded the question.

The childlike young man nodded and said, "It's normal to feel upset and unable to breathe freely. The martial soul is the lifeblood of a soul master, not a tool for letting go."

"Students are learning." Ye Tianxing asked, "May I ask your name, teacher?"

"My name is Guangling." Guangling said with a smile.

After hearing this, Ye Tianxing's pupils shrank.

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(End of this chapter)