Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 332 Heading North, the Power of Faith of the Holy Dragon Martial Soul

half a month later.

"Dad, the border of the Kingdom of Sivir is just ahead."

Yu Linglong pointed to the faint outline of the city wall in the distance, her voice filled with undisguised excitement.

On their journey to the far north, they received unprecedented hospitality wherever they went.

Yu Xiaolie nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the three children's bright and spirited faces.

The weather was a bit chilly, so Tang Yuehua wrapped her clothes around herself, but her stunning curves remained unaffected.

Shui Qing'er and A Yin accompanied her on either side.

The three of them together create a stunningly beautiful scene.

Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats suddenly came from afar.

A troop of knights in magnificent armor were galloping toward them, their banner bearing the emblem of the Kingdom of Sivir.

"It's the Royal City Guard!"

Shui Qing'er's eyes lit up. "It seems we've been 'exposed' again."

Sure enough, the knights reined in their horses and stopped in unison ten meters away from them.

The leading general dismounted and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty the Dragon God! His Majesty the King, upon learning of your passage through our country, specially ordered us to come and greet you!"

Yu Xiaolie glanced at A Yin helplessly.

Ah Yin covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

Similar scenes have played out no less than ten times along the way.

In fact, with Yu Xiaolie's current strength, he could have reached the far north in an instant.

However, considering that the content of the eighth test of the Asura God is to defeat the previous Asura God.

This is by no means a simple contest of strength, nor is it something that can be accomplished simply by adding nine spirit rings.

Because Yu Xiaolie's path to godhood was not by directly inheriting the Asura God, but by forging his own path.

So he has been reflecting on the Tao and contemplating its meaning during this period.

Yu Xiaolie never fights a battle he is unprepared for.

He needs more time to integrate the insights he has gained from these years of fighting.

In addition, in order to guide the dragon cubs in their martial soul cultivation, he chose the most "clumsy" mode of transportation—traveling by horse-drawn carriage.

Fortunately, along the way, he guided several children to appreciate the potential of the Dragon Cub Martial Soul.

The three children are still young. Yu Tianlin and Yu Linglong are only 14 years old, and Shui Bing'er is 18 years old. This is the stage where their cultivation and improvement speed is the fastest.

Yu Xiaolie didn't want to see them, who clearly possessed great potential as dragon cub martial souls, ultimately fail to unleash their full potential.

Although the children's Holy Dragon attributes are singular, they can still be developed to their fullest potential.

Parents are the biggest role models for their children.

No teaching method can compare to leading by example.

While Yu Xiaolie was instructing Shui Bing'er, Yu Tianlin, and Yu Linglong, Tang Yuehua listened with great interest.

She hadn't pursued the path of a Soul Master before, so she had only learned some basic knowledge.

Their understanding of more profound soul power techniques is extremely limited.

Therefore, Yu Xiaolie was "simulating" battles and different battle situations along the way, which allowed Tang Yuehua to improve rapidly.

The general rose and made a gesture of respect, and the knights lined up on both sides, separating the onlookers.

Yu Xiaolie nodded slightly, and the group, led by their captain, entered the royal city.

The royal city of Sivir was more prosperous than I had imagined.

Inside the towering city walls, the streets were packed with people who came to pay their respects.

"Your Majesty, please take a look."

The elderly king personally greeted them at the palace gates, pointing to the giant statue under construction in the center of the square, "This is the work of our country's best craftsmen who are working day and night, and it is expected to be completed next month!"

Yu Xiaolie looked up and saw that a thirty-meter-tall Black Nether Dragon statue was taking shape, with the shadow of its outstretched wings covering almost a quarter of the square.

At the foot of the statue, Chamber of Commerce President Martin was directing workers to install the last few scales. Upon seeing them approach, he immediately jogged forward to bow.

Upon seeing Yu Xiaolie again, Martin's voice trembled with excitement, "Your Majesty! Come, come, this time we must drink until we're completely drunk!"

Yu Xiaolie raised an eyebrow slightly but did not refuse. At the banquet that evening, the nobles of the Kingdom of Sivir vied to offer toasts.

……

Seven days later, in the Duchy of Lorraine.

At the city gate entrance, several lifelike dragon statues surround the central fountain, and the water jets change shape in sync with the music.

However, there are still a few buildings yet to be completed.

But this does not detract from the beauty of the first Ice Dragon statue, which is carved entirely from blue crystal and refracts a dreamlike halo in the sunlight.

"Wow!"

Yu Linglong broke free from Tang Yuehua's hand and jogged closer to observe.

"Dad, this is even more magnificent than your Frost Dragon!"

Yu Xiaolie laughed.

These statues have clearly been artistically embellished; the patterns of the dragon scales and the lines of the muscles have been exaggerated, which aligns with the public's imagination of the "sacred dragon."

The Grand Duke personally accompanied them, leading them on a tour of the newly built sacred dragon sculptures.

"Your Majesty, these statues will soon be completed. The people of the Duchy of Lorraine deeply admire your indomitable and persevering spirit..."

After leaving the Duchy of Lorraine, the group headed northwest.

As the climate grew colder, villages and towns along the way gradually became sparser.

Surprisingly, even in remote villages, simple dragon statues can always be seen at the village entrance.

Some are wood carvings, some are stonework, and some are even simple works made of ice and snow.

This demonstrates the immense influence Yu Xiaolie wields in the Douluo Continent today.

After all, this is a far cry from the empty talk of "there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters."

Yu Xiaolie truly succeeded in unleashing the full potential of a pig's martial soul, making it the only Limit Douluo in the world.

When the towering Tianshui city walls finally came into view, Shui Qing'er couldn't help but cheer.

This is her hometown, and also the last stop on her journey to the far north.

“What a big change!”

Shui Qing'er pointed to the two statues at the city gate.

One of them was an original ice phoenix statue, its wings outstretched as if about to take flight.

Beside it stands a brand-new statue of the Frost Dragon.

The dragon's wings were inlaid with real ice crystals, which sparkled in the sunlight.

But what was even more surprising was the dense crowd in front of the city gate.

Grandma Shui Jingxin led the teachers and students of Tianshui Academy, all dressed in matching blue uniforms and carrying flags embroidered with ice phoenixes.

The girls eagerly awaited their arrival.

In class, they often heard about Yu Xiaolie's deeds.

When they learned that most of the academy's lesson plans were drafted by Yu Xiaolie, they were filled with even greater admiration for him.

Now that I finally get to see my idol, I'm naturally going all out.

Meanwhile, the ceremonial guard of the city lord's mansion played cheerful welcoming music.

There were even spontaneous welcoming parties formed by caravans, who kept throwing ice-blue petals into the air.

Yu Linglong's mouth dropped open. "This... the whole city is mobilized?"

Shui Qing'er mischievously poked Yu Xiaolie's waist and said, "Looks like you're quite popular in our Tianshui Phoenix Clan's territory!"

Yu Xiaolie shook his head helplessly.

Just then, everyone's eyes caught sight of an unexpected figure.

Platinum Bishop Clark was huddled at the edge of the crowd, a fawning smile on his face.

This once arrogant high-ranking member of the Spirit Hall now looks much older, and his magnificent robes have been replaced with simple casual clothes.

"Hmm? You're here too?" Yu Xiaolie raised an eyebrow.

Clark immediately pushed his way through the crowd and bowed deeply: "Goodbye Your Majesty, it is my great honor!"

(End of this chapter)