Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 180 The Asura God's Conspiracy!

God Realm, Shura Temple

Blood-red mist filled the hall, condensing into various grotesque phantom images of weapons before quietly dissipating.

In the center of the hall, on the throne formed from endless killing intent, the second-generation Asura God leaned lazily. His blood-purple, spiky hair was like a burning flame, perfectly complementing the dark red armor he wore, which seemed to be forged from the blood of billions of living beings.

He crossed his legs, tapping rhythmically on the hard armrest with one finger, his gaze piercing through the endless void, landing on the plane called Douluo Continent.

However, a hint of doubt and confusion gradually appeared on his face, which had originally carried a playful and all-encompassing expression.

“Strange…” he muttered to himself, his blood-red brows furrowing slightly. “I clearly poured the power of my accumulated fortune over ten thousand years into Tang San, so why is his fortune not only failing to flourish, but instead like a deflated sack, constantly diminishing?”

He remembered clearly that he had already paved the way for this chosen successor.

The external soul bone, the Eight Spider Lances, should have been one of Tang San's most important opportunities in his early years, enough to make him stand out among his peers.

He pointed his finger into the air, and a light screen formed by blood-red divine power instantly appeared. The image flickered and quickly locked onto a figure—Ling Han, whose temperament was icy and domineering.

The screen rapidly replayed how Ling Han forcibly seized the thousand-year-old human-faced demon spider spirit ring and the external spirit bone Eight Spider Lances that he had prepared for Tang San, his intended successor, in the Star Dou Great Forest. It also showed how Ling Han, with an absolutely overwhelming force, forced Tang San to absorb that pitiful twenty-five-year spirit ring and, in a highly humiliating manner, "bestowed" upon him the thirty-year-old green caterpillar skull...

The Asura God's brows furrowed instantly, a hint of displeasure and anger flashing in his crimson eyes. "It was this brat who caused this trouble!"

He muttered to himself, his voice carrying a hint of offended divine authority. "This king has been planning for millennia; how could I allow a mere mortal variable like you to disrupt it?"

An indescribable anger welled up inside him. Tang San was a seedling he had carefully selected, even going so far as to secretly intervene on several occasions (such as to withstand the aftermath of the Title Douluo battle), and was the key for him to relinquish his godhood and venture into a wider world!

This Ling Han, who appeared out of nowhere, dared to disrupt his plans time and time again!
"Innate full soul power level 20... Martial soul, soul rings, and soul bones are all top-notch configurations... With such talent and temperament, his growth rate will probably be faster and stronger than Tang San's... If I had known about this child earlier, why would I have rushed to select Tang San and hastily travel to other god realms to find a successor?"

"What a pity, what a real pity..."

The Asura God stroked his chin, a hint of extremely subtle regret flashing in his eyes, "If I had discovered this child earlier, perhaps..." But he immediately extinguished the thought as soon as it arose.

He invested too much sunk cost in choosing Tang San, and now that the arrow has been released, how can he easily change his mind? Moreover, Ling Han is clearly on the opposite side of Tang San.

The Asura God's eyes gradually turned cold and filled with killing intent.

"What a pity. A genius may be dazzling, but if they obstruct my path and fail to grow, they are nothing." He muttered to himself, with the indifference and ruthlessness unique to gods. "If you have someone to blame, blame yourself for not having a god backing you up. Although the rules of the divine realm stipulate that gods cannot descend to the mortal realm to interfere... I am a God-King!"

A hint of arrogance and wishful thinking surfaced in his mind. Rules have always been used to restrain the weak and to constrain the strong from using them flexibly.

"What's the harm in a small punishment?"

"Even if that guy from Destruction notices, do you think he'd completely turn against me for a mere ant from the lower realm?" The Asura God sneered, having already made up his mind. He slowly raised his right hand, and in his palm, a dense crimson light began to gather. Strands of laws and fortune were forcibly extracted and compressed, gradually forming a sphere of leaping crimson energy.

During the process of condensing, the corner of the Asura God's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a clear hint of heartache. This fortune, even for him, was not something he could squander at will.

"Hmph, Tang San, I'll help you one more time!"

"If you still don't amount to anything..." The Asura God snorted coldly, no longer looking at the ball of fortune that made his heart ache, and flicked his finger.

Whoosh! The crimson orb of light instantly disappeared into the void.

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The lower realm, Douluo Continent, Shrek Academy

Tang San sat alone on the open ground outside the dormitory, his figure appearing somewhat desolate.

His short, green hair, which had unexpectedly turned into this color after absorbing a ten-year soul ring and some worthless soul bones, was particularly dazzling in the sunlight, making him the target of many strange and secretly mocking glances from those around the village. Every whisper felt like a needle pricking his heart.

After returning from the Starry Sky Forest, he became much more taciturn, and his former gentleness and humility were replaced by a gloomy and repressed demeanor.

He could even sense that even his teacher Yu Xiaogang, who had always valued him the most, looked at him with a more complicated expression, which contained concern but also an undisguised disappointment.

Yu Xiaogang was indeed very disappointed. He had devoted his life to theoretical research and knew the importance of a high-quality soul bone to a soul master. Tang San's twin martial souls were a tremendous advantage, and his future achievements were limitless.

But now, it's one thing that the third spirit ring is a ten-year white one (after all, the Blue Silver Grass can be discarded in the future), but the most crucial first spirit bone is actually a thirty-year green caterpillar skull!

What use is this thing besides taking up space and providing almost no improvement? When one cultivates to the Title Douluo level in the future, the difference between each level is like an insurmountable chasm, and top-tier soul bones are often needed to compensate for the attribute gap. Tang San's soul bone... Just thinking about it makes Yu Xiaogang feel dizzy. His hatred for Ling Han, who caused all this, deepens, but even more so, there is a deep fear—the other party's methods are too ruthless, and his strength is too terrifying.

Tang San also knew that his teacher Yu Xiaogang had repeatedly emphasized that he still had the Clear Sky Hammer, the number one weapon spirit in the world, as his trump card. However, the speed of his spirit power cultivation was greatly slowed down due to the low-quality spirit rings, and the loss of his spirit bone slot being occupied by trash spirit bones was irreparable.

Just as Tang San was immersed in self-loathing and resentment, a faint yet warm and powerful energy silently entered his body.

He suddenly jolted awake and instinctively looked around, but found nothing.

“Strange…” Tang San muttered to himself, clenching his fist. “That feeling just now… it was like something entered my body, it felt very comfortable, and… it seemed like my soul power circulation speed had increased a little?” He couldn’t quite explain it, but his intuition told him that this change was beneficial to him.

This inexplicable force slightly dispelled the gloom in his heart and rekindled a faint flame of hope.

(End of this chapter)