Douluo Continent: An Adventure Begins in Wuhun City

Unlike before, Chen Yao was no longer able to produce a steward's token and then arrogantly enter the city.

He doesn't have a proper identity now, and he might even be considered dead by the Spirit Hall.

"I am a Soul Master who cultivates alone outside, I have not joined any faction, and I have no identity document."

Chen Yao spoke in a hoarse, barely audible voice.

"Purpose of entering the city?"

Upon hearing this, the guard raised an eyebrow and began to question him.

"I heard that Wuhun City accepts Soul Masters like us, so I thought I'd come and see what's going on."

As he spoke, Chen Yao took out five gold soul coins from his pocket, threw them to the guard, and released his level 67 soul power, but did not release his soul ring.

"So it's Lord Soul Emperor! Please come in!"

The news you heard is true; our Spirit Hall welcomes powerful Spirit Masters like you who have no place to call home.

Here, there are no complicated networks of relationships; as long as you have strong abilities, you will receive the corresponding treatment!

The guard felt a chill run down his spine upon sensing Chen Yao's soul power, but upon seeing the five gold soul coins, he beamed with joy and quickly accepted them with a fawning smile.

Chen Yao nodded upon hearing this, agreeing with the guard's words.

Although he used to rely on personal connections and give and receive gifts when he was in the Spirit Hall, this was only something that the small fry around the Spirit Hall could do.

Once you reach the middle or upper levels, apart from those with incredibly powerful connections, everything else depends on merit; nothing else matters.

Therefore, compared to other sects, the Spirit Hall is truly fair and just for those commoner spirit masters.

If Chen Yao hadn't offended the current Pope Bibi Dong, he would have preferred to continue working at the Spirit Hall and cultivate peacefully.

Unfortunately, he dares not linger in front of Bibi Dong now.

With a sigh in his heart and a shake of his head, Chen Yao walked into the city, facing the guard's obsequious and respectful expression.

"Inside the Spirit Hall? He went to find Bibi Dong?"

Chen Yao sensed the location of his Martial Soul, a strange light flashing in his eyes, and then headed towards the Martial Soul Hall.

Afterwards, Chen Yao took a stop at a secluded spot outside the hall, his figure becoming increasingly ethereal as he merged into the darkness, waiting for Yu Xiaogang to appear.

Meanwhile, inside the Papal Palace, while Chen Yao was waiting outside...

At this moment, Bibi Dong sat in the main seat, her fist pressed against her cheek, looking down at Yu Xiaogang, who was pleading. After hearing his previous words, her originally calm and indifferent eyes finally showed a slight ripple.

Slightly straightening up, Bibi Dong cast a scrutinizing glance down at Bibi Dong and asked, her emotions somewhat unstable.

"Are you saying that your second martial soul's soul power stopped increasing completely six months ago, and you can't even use it anymore?"

Half a year ago, wasn't that almost the same time as the collapse of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye in Sunset Forest?

Having guessed a certain possibility, a hint of excitement flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

"Yes, Your Holiness the East... You possess twin martial souls and have successfully cultivated them to the level of Title Douluo. I would like to know, what is the reason for this!"

Yu Xiaogang asked excitedly. During this time, he had been researching his martial soul in the academy he co-founded with Flander, but without any progress. He had no choice but to come to Martial Soul City.

He didn't expect Bibi Dong to still have feelings for him at this moment, but he did hope that Bibi Dong could help him solve this problem out of consideration for their past relationship.

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong seemed to realize something, suppressed her excitement, maintained a calm expression, and said.

"Although I would love to answer your question, unfortunately, I haven't encountered the situation you described. However, I can check if there is any record of it in the literature. You can stay in Wuhun City for a few days and wait for my notification."

Disappointment flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes when he didn't get the answer he wanted, but he saw a glimmer of hope when he heard what Bibi Dong said next.

There is no other way now, this is the only option.

Yu Xiaogang nodded helplessly, then turned and left with a dejected expression.

Watching Yu Xiaogang's departing figure, Bibi Dong slowly stood up, her eyes slightly narrowed. After his figure completely disappeared in front of the Papal Palace, her expression suddenly changed, and she uttered a soft shout.

"Moon Gate, Elder Ghostly Demon!"

As soon as the words were spoken, two figures materialized inside the Papal Palace.

"Your Holiness, what are your orders?"

The two knelt on one knee, their voices respectful.

"Go and follow Yu Xiaogang. If anyone approaches him or makes a move against him, immediately crush this purple bead to notify me. Then I need you to hold off the person who made the move until I arrive!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Bibi Dong tossed a perfectly round purple bead with a faint luster to the two of them.

Bibi Dong recalled Chen Yao's strange act of preserving the Evil Fang Soul Ring for Yu Xiaogang, and combined it with the Martial Soul within Yu Xiaogang that was controlled by Chen Yao.

It is speculated that Chen Yao's martial spirit may reside in Yu Xiaogang's body in some parasitic way.

Now that he has absorbed enough nutrients, if Chen Yao is really not dead, he will probably go to Yu Xiaogang to retrieve his martial soul.

Although Bibi Dong herself was not sure, and it was just her guess, she still sent two of her trusted titled Douluo confidants to ensure that nothing went wrong, even for this guess!

"Yes, Your Holiness!"

The two received the purple bead, bowed respectfully in unison, and then quietly left the Papal Palace...

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 85 Recovering Martial Souls

Outside the Spirit Hall, Chen Yao's eyes flashed as he watched Yu Xiaogang slowly walk out. At the same time, he clearly sensed the state of the Dark Spirit within Yu Xiaogang's body.

"Level 47, indeed. When I was refining the Nine Nether Immortal Lotus, the Dark Martial Soul here was also affected, which made Yu Xiaogang have to cultivate."

Muttering to himself, Chen Yao watched Yu Xiaogang's retreating figure and silently followed him.

A moment later, seeing Yu Xiaogang walk into a dark alley, Chen Yao no longer hesitated and slipped out.

"Who are you···"

Looking at Chen Yao, who was shrouded in black mist, Yu Xiaogang was slightly taken aback.

However, Chen Yao had no intention of wasting words with him. His tentacles shot out and, without missing a beat, went straight into Yu Xiaogang's brow.

Before Yu Xiaogang could react, he lost consciousness.

Soon, with a surge of Chen Yao's soul power, a dense darkness appeared around Yu Xiaogang.

This is his martial spirit.

Within this darkness, there was a small beast covered in jet-black scales, with ferocious horns and fleshy wings on its back.

This is Yu Xiaogang's original martial spirit, Luo Sanpao.

Or rather, it is the Holy Dragon of Light.

But now, because Yu Xiaogang was previously obsessed with the Dark Martial Soul, he has ignored it.

This holy dragon of light has long been cleansed by darkness.

Nowadays, perhaps calling it the Dark Dragon would be more appropriate.

A glint flashed in Chen Yao's eyes, and he drew the other person over.

First, it absorbed that darkness into its body.

Soon, Chen Yao felt a sensation of perfect harmony.

His martial spirit was complete once again, without any missing parts.

A look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, then he looked at the little dragon on the ground.

At that moment, the little dragon was looking up at him with its dark, inky eyes, filled with curiosity.

Then, feeling the familiar and comforting dark aura emanating from Chen Yao, the little dragon mustered its courage, came to his feet, rubbed against him, and looked satisfied with itself.

Seeing Xiaolong's affectionate behavior, Chen Yao grinned, extended his tentacles, picked it up, and placed it in front of him.

Xiao Long showed no fear whatsoever. He stared wide-eyed at Chen Yao with curiosity, as if trying to memorize his appearance and imprint it in his mind.

"Little one, there's a place that's perfect for you."

Chen Yao smiled, revealing his spirit rings behind him. The last dark red spirit ring rose up and, sensing the little dragon's aura, emitted a pulling force.

The illusory little dragon was drawn into the dark red soul ring, after which the soul ring fell silent once more.

However, Chen Yao's smile remained. He knew that his sixth soul skill was not far from being fully developed.

After doing all this, Chen Yao looked down at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang on the ground, activated his tentacles, and was about to swat down on his head.

Yu Xiaogang had shown him a lot of malice and murderous intent before, but Chen Yao chose to ignore it because of Bibi Dong. But now, there's nothing more to say, so he'll send him off on his final journey.

However, just as the tentacles were about to fall and crush his fragile head to pieces, slender chrysanthemum petals suddenly began to fall from the sky, accompanied by a strange energy fluctuation.

This rendered Chen Yao's tentacles unable to advance even an inch further.

"The strange antler tree!"

Chen Yao had a rare and precious chrysanthemum in his soul tool, so how could he not recognize the thing in front of him? His eyes widened in surprise.

Without a moment's hesitation, Chen Yao activated his soul power, and the black light of the lotus mark between his eyebrows flickered.

The next moment, the Nine Nether Black Lotus materialized, and with one step onto it, it took flight.

The sudden appearance of this martial spirit at this moment is incredibly powerful.

The Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, the martial spirit of Chrysanthemum Pass, has been around for five years. Now, Chrysanthemum Pass is no longer the Soul Douluo it once was.

He was a genuine Title Douluo, one of Pope Bibi Dong's two generals, along with that ghostly figure.

There was absolutely no way Chen Yao could get entangled in a fight with him.

However, just as Chen Yao was activating his soul power, intending to flee this place, an unexpected, effeminate scream suddenly rang out.

"Damn it, this kid's weird, old ghost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cloud of black mist suddenly began to rise from the place where golden petals were falling like rain.

"They've arrived..."

Then, a cold, hoarse voice rang out from within the black mist.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Chen Yao's expression changed again. He never expected that Bibi Dong valued her old lover Yu Xiaogang so much that she had even sent the two generals, Heng and Ha, to protect him!

"Attack! We can't let him get away!"