Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 242 Tower Assault
Qing Liuli's mind-based martial soul is unique in the world of soul masters.

It is even more unpredictable than the mysterious and elusive spiritual martial soul, directly targeting the most vulnerable corners of the human heart, making it impossible to defend against.

This martial spirit can not only peer into the secrets deep within others' hearts, but also trigger the target's most feared memories through spiritual resonance.

A highly skilled Soul Master might be able to hold on for a little longer with their unwavering will, but in the end, they can only endure the mental shock.

This makes the Azure Glazed Martial Soul a truly top-tier martial soul, especially when it suppresses souls with inherent defects, demonstrating astonishing effects.

Such extraordinary abilities naturally attracted the close attention of the higher-ups of the Spirit Pagoda, especially Qian Gu Dongfeng.

This powerful figure, who was always arrogant, had personally witnessed Gula's martial spirit demonstration and gave it a good evaluation, which caused quite a stir in the Spirit Pagoda.

However, this extraordinary talent also brought an unexpected "side effect"—most of the attention that was originally focused on Gu Yue was diverted.

This made the proud Silver Dragon secretly resentful, and she devoted even more energy to the Spirit Pagoda, seemingly to prove something.

"Thank you."

Yuan Enhui's sincere thanks pulled Gula back to reality. He smiled slightly, put away the gleaming forging hammer in his hand, and carefully wiped his slender fingers with a silk handkerchief.

"You're welcome, it was nothing." Gula's voice was gentle with a hint of laziness. "It's a privilege given to me by the Spirit Pagoda, so I might as well use it."

That was a difficult question to answer, so Yuan En gave an awkward smile.

The group left the academy and walked through several bustling streets. The morning sun pierced through the clouds, casting shifting shadows on the towering spire of the Spirit Pagoda. The building, its entire structure gleaming with a deep blue light, resembled a sharp sword piercing the sky.

"I've heard that many extinct soul beasts exist in the Soul Spirit Tower." Xie Xie rubbed his hands together excitedly. "It's really something to look forward to seeing soul beasts from ancient times."

Tang Wulin nodded, his eyes gleaming with anticipation: "Therefore, we need to cooperate even better. I plan to form a long-term, fixed team so that we can better refine our tactics and help each other acquire soul spirits."

He deliberately avoided mentioning Na'er—as the older brother, his deep-seated male pride prevented him from relying on his sister's protection in battle. He kept this thought to himself, silently adjusting the team roster.

The final seven-person team consists of Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, Xu Xiaoyan, Gula, Yuanen Yehui, and Ye Xinglan, who joined temporarily.

Originally, Yue Zhengyu was considered, but he was replaced because Ye Xinglan took the initiative to join. This swordsmanship genius's strength was in no way inferior to that of the Holy Angel, not to mention that she also brought Xu Lizhi as a "bonus".

The support abilities of food-type Soul Masters are a great supplement to the entire team.

Due to their respective commitments, Gura and Guyue are often absent, and this flexible rotation system actually makes the team more adaptable to different battle combinations.

The interior of the Soul Tower is even more magnificent than it appears from the outside. The floor, paved with bluish-gray stone bricks, is so smooth it reflects light, and the surrounding walls are carved with reliefs of powerful Soul Masters from past generations. A faint scent of sandalwood wafts in the air, making one feel as if they have traveled through time and returned to the ancient era when the Soul Master civilization was still in its infancy.

The seven stood before the shimmering teleportation array, Gula toying with the intricately engraved identity badge in his hand. As a core disciple of the Spirit Tower, his badge granted him special access and numerous privileges.

After carefully verifying everyone's age information, the staff began to explain the rules in detail: "Each time you clear a floor in the Soul Tower, you can choose a virtual soul beast you've defeated as your soul vessel. However, please note that you cannot stay on each floor for more than the allotted time; otherwise, it will be considered an automatic forfeit..."

After hearing the simple and easy-to-understand rules, the seven people stepped into the teleportation screen one after another. The discomfort caused by the spatial distortion made Xu Xiaoyan, who was the weakest, groan softly and her face turned slightly pale.

Gula looked around. Gu Yue wasn't there; only two girls remained—one a sword fanatic, the other too preoccupied with her spiritual journey to pay attention to anyone else, and neither of them were familiar with Xu Xiaoyan. He calmly placed his hand on her shoulder, and a gentle wisp of his spiritual energy flowed into her body.

The moment their vision cleared, they found themselves in a circular hall entirely made of white jade.

The starlight hanging from the dome illuminated the entire space in a dreamlike way, with countless tiny points of light flowing slowly in the air.

In the center of the hall, the phantoms of a group of wind wolf spirit beasts were gradually solidifying, their eerie green eyes standing out starkly in the dim environment.

"Act according to your own habits," Tang Wulin said in a deep voice, his Blue Silver Grass martial soul already released. "Everyone take turns attacking, maintaining efficiency while conserving energy. Xie Xie and Xinglan will be the main attackers, Yuanen and Xiaoyan will provide support, and Gula and Lizhi will act as needed."

"Understood!" the six responded in unison, each releasing their martial spirit.

"Quick victory!"

With a roar, Tang Wulin unleashed his fury, and the Blue Silver Grass vines burst forth from the earth as if they were alive.

The originally ordinary entanglement soul skill, under the purple glow of the thousand-year soul ring, actually shimmered with a faint dragon scale luster. Dozens of vines, like the whiskers of a golden dragon, instantly wrapped around the charging wind wolf pack. The three wind wolves in the front row didn't even have time to howl before their bones were crushed.

Gula raised his right hand slightly, and the golden-red patterns on his gauntlet flowed like lava, instantly covering his entire palm. He glanced across the battlefield, his voice steady: "The first few levels aren't too difficult; the real challenge lies ahead."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Wulin's vines swept across the entire area like a tidal wave.

Just as a century-old wind wolf leaped up to pounce, vines suddenly burst from the ground, precisely wrapping around its hind legs and slamming it hard against the rock wall.

Ye Xinglan's Star God Sword trembled slightly in her hand. Each time she struck, it only brought out a silver thread of sword energy, and blood blossomed on the brows of the Wind Wolves in the front row.

Xie Xie gripped the Twin Dragon Daggers tightly and then loosened his grip, and said with a wry smile, "Too fast, isn't it? There's no need for me at all." Before he finished speaking, the last wind wolf had its throat crushed by the vines.

Tang Wulin retracted the Blue Silver Emperor, its golden-blue vines spotless, and smiled, saying, "A hundred-year-old soul beast, I have no need for you."

A new portal of light appeared in the center of the room, and a mechanical voice echoed in the air: "After passing through the first level, you can choose to absorb the soul: Wind Wolf."

Without hesitation, everyone chose to give up and stepped directly into the portal.

The heatwave from the second floor was intense, with the manes of eight raging lions burning with orange-red flames, and scorched footprints appearing on the ground.

"Leave this floor to me."

Gula took a step forward, sparks flying as his metal combat boots struck the ground. He held out his right index finger, a point of red light at the tip resembling a compressed star.

When the first raging lion pounced within five meters, the red light suddenly burst forth.

"laugh--"

(End of this chapter)