Douluo Continent: I, Huo Yuhao, am the Master of Spirit

Chapter 353 Yu Xiaogang: "I have some knowledge of governing a country."

All the undead stared in shock at the figure before them. They had never imagined that someone would be so stubborn as to disregard the authority of the Lord of the Underworld and go directly to him.

"Who is that guy? How dare he?"

"Who knows who it is! I'm your father, I died before you, and I still want to ask you."

"Hands behind his back, with a buzz cut, where did this guy come from? Someone go and drag him back! Don't anger the Lord of the Underworld!"

The undead beside the golden River Styx immediately erupted in commotion, whispering among themselves to their companions.

"Hiss~ I've been in a daze for too long, my memory is all blurry, but I think I recognize this guy."

A male ghost dressed in the old-style uniform of a Spirit Hall steward rested his chin on his hand, his eyes filled with a hint of reminiscence.

The undead man beside him, dressed in the uniform of the Martial Soul Empire's garrison, gritted his teeth and said, word by word:

"Hmph, I know this guy. I am the garrison commander of Jialing Pass."

"I would recognize that guy even if he turned to ashes. Ha, the renowned 'master'."

"By the way, has any of you seen Dugu Bo? We haven't been able to find him. All of us brothers want to have a heart-to-heart talk with him."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless heads surged forward, searching everywhere, trying to find Dugu Bo.

The sheer number of the dead is enough to kill someone with trypophobia on the spot.

The Martial Soul Empire's garrison at Jialing Pass numbered approximately 500,000. If not all of them, at least 80% were poisoned by Dugu Bo. Even if we take a conservative estimate, the number was still close to 400,000.

In the Holy Spirit Cult, he would be a ruthless elder-level figure. It's just that Dugu Bo was born at a good time. If he were alive today, he would at least be a demonic soul master.

Dugu Bo was not reincarnated at this moment; he died relatively late and was now coldly watching the restless spirits from the crowd behind him.

People around him had already recognized him; after all, he was a master by the side of Tang San, the Sea God, and had a certain degree of fame.

"What good will it do to find me?"

"The underworld forbids armed conflict. That's right, I admit that most of you died because of my poisonous skills."

"No matter how angry you are at me, I will never regret my decision."

"If you have someone to blame, blame yourself for not choosing the right side."

Dugu Bo crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and ignored the curses of the surrounding undead. In his view, war was just like that: the strong prey on the weak, and no means were spared.

Even if he had to do it all over again, he would still choose to use poison.

"Choosing sides?"

"Dugu Bo? Are you sure you've chosen the right side?"

"It seems your close friend, despite the age difference, didn't bring you to the realm of gods, did he?"

"I'm curious, does the Dugu clan still exist? Did they all poison themselves to death?"

"Why don't you go and shout to gather the Dugu clan and see if they've survived to this day?"

A tall, elderly man stepped out from the crowd behind him, his tone laced with sarcasm.

The surrounding Martial Soul Empire guards had already recognized the old man's identity, and some exclaimed in surprise:

"A golden crocodile offered!"

When Dugu Bo saw him, his eyes were unreadable, and he ignored the Golden Crocodile Douluo's sarcasm.

Sometimes, no answer is the best answer. If you were to ask Dugu Bo whether he regretted his actions before he died, he would say he did have some regrets.

Tang San did not cure the Dugu clan's illness; he only provided a way to circumvent it, but this method had significant flaws.

The poison was indeed forced into the soul bone, but if one wanted to continue cultivating, the poison would regenerate continuously until the soul bone could no longer withstand it.

The solution is simple: fuse another soul bone and use it as a new container.

The principle is easy to understand, but difficult to implement. At that time, how many soul bones were there on the entire continent? Even if all the elders of the Spirit Hall were combined, they probably wouldn't be able to put together a complete set of soul bones.

The age of the soul bone cannot be low; it must be at least ten thousand years to be adequately contained.

He and his granddaughter were fine; with their Title Douluo strength and the prestige they had displayed in battle, finding a few soul bones would be easy.

However, the future descendants of the Dugu clan suffered a terrible fate. Their soul bones, corroded by the toxins, were impossible to inherit, and absorbing such soul bones was no different from suicide.

In other words, every generation of Jade Phosphorous Serpent Soul Masters must have a Soul Bone to become stronger. Without a Soul Bone, they will die suddenly. To obtain a Soul Bone, the family must have a Soul Douluo or even a Title Douluo-level expert. However, to become a strong expert, the problem of poison must be solved.

A single-minded approach has become blocked at both ends, creating a vicious cycle.

Originally, relying on the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, and with the suppression of extreme ice and extreme fire, it was possible to bypass the soul bone and become a Title Douluo.

Unfortunately, the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well was given to Tang San and now belongs to Huo Yuhao.

Looking back, the Azure Phosphorous Serpent lineage was only fortunate enough to find the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, where they suppressed their poison and became a Title Douluo. For this lineage to become a Nine-Ring Douluo, the difficulty is extraordinary.

In an era before the advent of Soul Cores, they had to try to condense toxins into poison pills.

When Dugu Bo died, the fate of the Dugu clan was already sealed.

When Golden Crocodile Douluo saw that Dugu Bo was silent, he didn't say anything more. The reason why he had such a big grudge against Dugu Bo was mainly because Dugu Bo had poisoned the guards of Jialing Pass in front of him back then.

Now, most of the people from back then have reunited in the underworld. He even saw that brat Qian Xunji, but unfortunately, Qian Renxue kept avoiding him and refused to see him.

"Sigh, never mind." "That was all so many years ago. Everyone's in the underworld now, and they'll be reincarnated soon."

"Everyone, give me, Golden Crocodile, some face and don't gather together. It will only cause trouble for the Lord of the Underworld. Be prepared so that you don't reincarnate with too much negative emotion."

Golden Crocodile Douluo still had a high reputation, and it was pointless to dwell on things from his past life. The surrounding undead glared at Dugu Bo before dispersing.

"Thanks."

Dugu Bo suddenly said something, and Golden Crocodile Douluo was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and disappeared into the crowd.

He was still busy looking for Xiaoxue. From the last surviving spirit, he had learned the outcome of the war. Qian Daoliu was not in the underworld, and as her second grandfather, he had a responsibility to accompany her.

Returning our attention to Huo Yuhao, he put down the Book of Ending and looked at the short-haired man in front of him. He felt that the man looked familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember who he was.

The man with the buzz cut spoke up.

"Great Lord of the Underworld, the Underworld is newly established, and what it needs most now is a strong and effective order."

“I have a proposal: the underworld could establish an empire, modeled after the empires of the mortal world, using the ducal system to cultivate etiquette and humility, appointing lords to manage and develop the vast underworld.”

"All things in the world should follow the hierarchy of three, six, and nine, with the high ruling over the low and the strong governing the weak. The strong prey on the weak, and the underworld should be no exception. Only in this way can the underworld function healthily."

"Therefore, Lord of the Underworld, please declare yourself Emperor!"

Huo Yuhao's eyes changed. Where did this guy come from, this feudal remnant? And he's so brave, almost destroying Xia Die's dream of the Underworld with just one sentence.

Xia Die pursed her lips and held Huo Yuhao's large hand tightly. She hated this kind of system. If this was the case, what difference was there between the underworld and reality? Death would no longer be just, nor would it be warm.

If her underworld has become like this, it would be better to let it return to its original chaotic state, at least that would be fair enough.

Before Huo Yuhao and Xia Die could say anything, the undead behind them erupted in chaos.

"What the hell is this guy saying?!" (A vulgar expression from the Heavenly Dou Empire)

"(in elegant Star Luo Empire language), what kind of world does this beast intend to turn the Underworld into?!"

"Damn it! I bowed and scraped to nobles while I was alive, and I'm still bowing and scraping to them in death. Didn't I die for nothing?!"

"The Lord of the Underworld is willing to give warmth to the dead; he is such a gentle god. How could this guy be so vicious!"

"Drag that guy away!"

"Yes, drag him away!"

Huo Yuhao pressed his palm down, signaling everyone to be quiet, and looked at the man with the buzz cut, saying:

"May I ask your name?"

The man with the buzz cut ignored the furious stares of countless undead behind him, his hands behind his back, a confident look on his face.

"Yu Xiaogang."

"People of my time liked to call me Master, and I also served as the National Preceptor of the Heaven Dou Empire. I have some insights into governing the country."

"Tang San, the Sea God, is a student I personally taught."

Huo Yuhao leaned back tactically, took a deep breath, and said:
"Master Yu Xiaogang!"

"A renowned surrealist author of Douluo Continent!"

"His work 'My Life' is hailed in mainland China as a pinnacle of surrealism and fantasy!"

"Excellent in literary quality and imagination, selected as one of the 100 must-read books in Tiandou Plain."

"A feudalist fighter who abandons highbrow tastes and stands firmly on the opposite side of the common people of Douluo."

"It turns out to be you."

Yu Xiaogang didn't react for a moment, then waved his hand and added:

"Actually, I still prefer the title of Master of Martial Soul Theory."

I wouldn't call myself a writer.

Huo Yuhao smiled and said:
"Let's forget about the theory of martial spirits. It's not recognized on the mainland anymore. It's been debunked by countless spirit masters."

But your writing is indeed quite good!

"Also, I suggest we stop mentioning the title 'Sea God Tang San' and try not to go any further. It would be best if he reincarnated now."

"Otherwise, when the rest of the dead arrive here, you'd better pray you can speak more fluently."

As soon as Huo Yuhao finished speaking, a pair of strong hands pulled Yu Xiaogang over.

"Ha, a so-called master of martial spirit theory!"

"More like a plagiarism master! I read those theories of yours in books when I was a child!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo threw Yu Xiaogang to the crowd behind him. Just as Yu Xiaogang tried to struggle, countless hands covered his mouth and pulled him backward.

If it weren't for the rules of the underworld prohibiting the dead from killing each other, Yu Xiaogang would already be in pieces by now. Neither humans nor soul beasts want the underworld to have a feudal system like the real world.

At this moment, a blonde woman with her head down stood next to Golden Crocodile Douluo, her identity self-evident.

(End of this chapter)