Douluo Continent: From Internal Martial Arts to the Law of Heaven and Earth

Tangshan settled into a routine of spiritual practice and daily life.

After completing his two daily training goals—practicing the resonance method and cultivating soul power—he would go to the library on the first floor of the main teaching building to read. The abundant classical texts there greatly broadened his horizons and provided him with a lot of inspiration.

On weekends, he would return to the Prince's Mansion to instruct Xue Qinghe in internal martial arts, discuss the current situation within the Empire, and take a look at the progress of collecting the Body Martial Soul.

Since even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has been notified, Tang Shan will naturally tell Xue Qinghe about cultivating his own martial soul so that the other party can also start looking for it in advance.

As for whether telling Ning Fengzhi was aiding the enemy, Tang Shan felt that it wasn't entirely true—after all, Xue Qinghe and Ning Fengzhi currently shared similar interests, so there was no question of aiding the enemy at all.

Moreover, cultivating Soul Masters is no child's play. Not to mention the huge amount of resources required, if it really comes to the last step, and Ning Fengzhi can't see the situation clearly and is determined to go against Xue Qinghe like a stubborn turtle eating a weight, how far can those Body Soul Masters grow in just a few years?

It's important to understand that these are all ordinary Soul Masters, not the protagonist group that appears every ten thousand years, nor Yun Ming, who is more like a protagonist than a protagonist in the third era of Douluo Continent. They are all ordinary Soul Masters. Being able to achieve a title before the age of fifty is already considered exceptionally talented. By the time they grow up, Tang Shan doesn't even know how powerful they really are. The so-called aiding the enemy is just nonsense.

It is worth mentioning that in the second month after Tang Shan defeated Xu Siyue, Dugu Yan from the Dugu family also joined the Tian Dou Royal Academy. Due to Emperor Xue Ye's secret tutoring, Tang Shan, Dugu Yan, and Yu Tianheng gradually became acquainted.

Or rather, the two were acquainted with Tang Shan. Dugu Yan and Yu Tianheng could only be described as acquaintances. One was naturally aloof, while the other was completely absorbed in cultivation, single-minded. Even after three years, they had only managed to become friends.

As for the members of the Royal Team in the original work, apart from Ye Lingling, whose martial soul is the Nine Heart Begonia, no one else can keep up with the three. There's no way around it; under Tang Shan's influence, the talent and growth rate of most people in the Douluo Continent have deviated from their original trajectory and are rushing towards an unknown direction.

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At the Spirit Hall in Notting City, Su Yuntao looked up at this place he hadn't seen in a long time, feeling a mix of emotions.

He has been traveling across the continent for three years. During these three years, he has worked as a mercenary, joined the Soul Hunter Group, fought with people over small gains, and also redeemed ordinary people who were seriously injured.

His strength has also improved by leaps and bounds in the past three years. He has experienced several major crises, but he has managed to turn danger into safety almost every time and has gained a lot. Now, his Soul Master cultivation has reached the Soul Venerable level. With this kind of cultivation speed, some people would believe that he has innate full soul power.

At the level of internal martial arts, one is only one step away from mastering the art of internal strength. The head alone is enough to train internal strength throughout the whole body, allowing for a natural breakthrough.

After three years of traveling across the mainland, Su Yuntao, now twenty-one, has shed the naivety of his youth and gained a calm and reserved temperament—a composure that comes from life-and-death struggles, a serenity that comes from witnessing the vicissitudes of life, and a tranquility that comes from the passage of time. Even though traces of his younger self can still be found in his eyes, they are now filled with stories of the mundane world.

Originally, he decided to set off again, but thinking of his younger brother and father whom he hadn't seen for a long time, Su Yuntao decided to rest for a while first.

After making the decision, he did not go to Tiandou City immediately, but instead returned to Notting City, where he had grown up.

"Here are your gold soul coins, take them."

Su Yuntao passed by a middle-aged man who was simply dressed, had thick lips, and looked somewhat weathered. He subconsciously glanced back and felt that the man looked somewhat familiar, but he didn't think much of it.

Upon entering the Spirit Hall, Su Yuntao approached a young man behind the counter and gently knocked: "Hello, is Grandpa Matthew here?"

The young man, who was writing with his head down, was somewhat surprised. He remembered that after the old temple master's family left, almost no one called Matthew Nuo that anymore. He subconsciously looked up and looked at the young man in front of him. His temperament had changed drastically, but there was a certain familiarity between his brows. He squinted his eyes to confirm for a moment and exclaimed, "You are Su Yuntao."

Su Yuntao was somewhat surprised. He didn't expect that after so many years away, someone would still recognize him. He felt a little embarrassed. The other person recognized him, but he really didn't have much of an impression of the young man in front of him.

He asked hesitantly, "Who are you?"

"I used to follow Deacon Matthew and learn how to handle the distribution of gold soul coins. You may not know me, just call me Xiao Wang. By the way, the Spirit Hall saw that Deacon Matthew was not young, so they assigned him a relatively easy job, which is basically to look after the equipment room. However, his treatment is the same as before. Occasionally, the deacon will come down to sit for a while and distribute gold soul coins. The deacon should be upstairs in the equipment room now."

Just then, someone walked into the Spirit Hall. Xiao Wang quickly bent down to deal with the situation and took a moment to say to Su Yuntao, "Young Hall Master, there's nothing changed here. I have other things to do, so I won't take you on a tour."

"it is good."

Su Yuntao agreed and turned to go up the stairs, feeling a little emotional—he never expected that after all these years, someone would still call him that.

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Holy Soul Village, one of the towns under the jurisdiction of Nottingham City

At dawn, the first rays of sunlight broke free from the shackles of night, crossed the distant mountains and forests, and gently fell upon the rooftops and ridges of Shenghun Village.

Golden rays of light, like a pair of gentle hands, brushed across the sleeping rooftops and drew wisps of smoke from each household's chimney, which slowly unfurled in the cool morning breeze.

In a secluded blacksmith shop in the village, Tang San, having emerged from his cultivation state, felt his internal energy improve and was quite satisfied.

The Xuan Tian Gong truly lives up to its reputation as a Taoist internal energy cultivation method. Even though I am not fully developed and my meridians are still very flexible, I can still practice it.

He is Tang San, an outer disciple of the Tang Clan of Bashu. Out of curiosity about the sect's supreme mental cultivation techniques and top-notch hidden weapon forging technology, he secretly learned the Xuan Tian Bao Lu, the supreme inner sect martial art.

After painstaking research, he finally created the number one mechanical hidden weapon, the Buddha's Wrath Lotus. However, he was discovered by the elders of the sect and jumped off a cliff to commit suicide.

Does he regret it? He doesn't regret it, but he has some regrets. In the end, he couldn't bring the second-ranked Rain of Pear Blossoms Needle and the third-ranked Peacock Feather into existence, which is a great regret.

Fortunately, in the end, I was able to leave the Buddha's Wrath Lotus to the Tang Clan, which might make up for some of the Tang Clan's investment in nurturing me over the years...

Tang San, who jumped off the cliff with the intention of dying, never expected that when he regained consciousness, he would have become a crying baby. As he grew older, he finally gained a general understanding of his surroundings.

This is Douluo Continent, and it doesn't seem to be much different from his previous life. The only difference is that sometimes the villagers here seem to have extra tools, but this didn't attract Tang San's attention.

His idea was simple: since God had given him a second life, he was determined to make up for all the regrets of his previous life.

P.S.: Thanks to momtv31 for the donation. An extra chapter today. As for the battle armor that many readers have complained about, it will definitely be absent for a while in the early stages. Whether it will reappear later is still uncertain for the author. Also, Tang San pops in to say hi.

Chapter 149 Tang Hao's Killing Intent, the Asura God's Attention

His father was a blacksmith who was an alcoholic. Most of the money he earned from blacksmithing was spent by his father, Tang Hao, on drinking cheap liquor.

Faced with such a father, Tang San did not feel disgust or hatred. On the contrary, he felt a faint warmth. After all, he was an orphan in his previous life, and he was already very satisfied to have a father in this life.

Moreover, his constant drinking must have been due to some unavoidable hardship. Considering that he had never seen his mother since childhood, Tang San naturally had some guesses in his mind.

Feeling the abundant power in his limbs and his stomach constantly protesting, Tang San felt somewhat helpless.

Remembering that his father had gotten drunk again yesterday, he simply got out of bed and started boiling water to cook rice porridge by himself.

Fortunately, his body was nourished and strengthened by the Xuan Tian Gong, which was enough to move that large and heavy iron pot. Otherwise, Tang San really wouldn't know how he would cook breakfast.

As the water gradually boiled, Tang San grabbed two handfuls of rice from the already thin rice bag and sprinkled them into the pot. The faint aroma of rice gradually filled the air as time went on...

Tang Hao awoke from his drunken stupor, and before he knew it, cloudy tears were streaming down his face.

"A Yin!"

His voice was hoarse and aged, devoid of any vitality.

He sat up in his small bed, remembering that he seemed to have a son. He shook his head, trying to banish the nightmare from yesterday.

He sat on the bed for a long time before he shakily stood up, ignoring the excruciating pain from his old injuries, and walked heavily towards the outside.

As soon as I lifted the curtain, a faint aroma of porridge wafted into my nostrils, and a thought surfaced in my alcohol-induced haze: "When did I get up to cook breakfast?"

"Dad, are you awake? The porridge will be ready soon."

A child's voice rang out. Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see a little boy who looked no more than four years old, with dry hair and yellowish skin, standing on a rickety wooden stool, stirring something in a pot with a ladle. The boy then stopped what he was doing and looked at him with a smile.

"Um……"

Tang Hao simply gave a curt reply and then returned to his room.

He picked up the broken wooden bucket, ignoring the murky, cold water inside, and plunged his entire head into it.

The cold water, mixed with impurities, washed over my head, instantly clearing my drowsy mind.

Splash!

Suddenly looking up, water droplets scattered everywhere. After letting out a long breath, Tang Hao casually threw the wooden bucket on the ground and plopped back down on the bed, which creaked under its weight.

Images and details from the past flashed through my mind: several times I had the urge to cover my son with a blanket, only to find him sitting cross-legged on the bed; he had never taught me to cook breakfast for me; and several times I hadn't drunk too much, but I noticed that my son always woke up earlier than me...

He decided to observe further, and a fleeting, powerful surge of soul energy flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. Suddenly, he turned his head and met Tang San, who had just lifted the curtain and entered.

Tang San was startled. In his mind's eye, it felt as if he was being suppressed by a terrifying mountain, but this feeling was fleeting and disappeared in an instant.

Could it be that there are martial artists on this Douluo Continent? Did a peerless expert just happen to pass by?

Tang San's alarm bells rang loudly, and he subconsciously looked around, but found nothing.

"what's up?"

Tang Hao's voice came through, and Tang San, who was relieved to confirm that the powerful figure had apparently left, met Tang Hao's cloudy and dim eyes and said, "Father, breakfast is ready."

"I understand." Tang Hao's reply was very calm. Tang San wanted to ask his father if he knew the true situation of this world, but seeing his father's indifferent expression, he forcibly suppressed the impulse.

Forget it, my goal in this life is to recreate the hidden weapons I failed to create before. My father is a blacksmith, so he can work on them. Even if there are martial artists in this world, what does that have to do with a kid from a small Holy Soul Village like me?

Thinking of this, Tang San left his father's room. Tang Hao watched Tang San leave, remaining silent for a long time.

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The next morning, after Tang San cooked the porridge, he walked briskly out of his house and climbed the small hill that he had been observing for a long time.

At the same time, a burly and robust figure appeared at the doorway and silently followed Tang San, who was walking ahead.

He was tall and strong, with muscles as firm as granite, yet he landed without a sound, like a ghost.

He watched the small figure climb the mountain step by step, cross-legged and meditating; he watched him face the rising sun, his eyes filled with a faint purple light as he breathed out purple vapor.

Watching the other person swiftly descend the hillside with mysterious steps.

Before anyone knew it, a massive, jet-black hammer was already held in one hand. The huge hammerhead had not yet touched the ground, but the ground was already cracking inch by inch. Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly outwards from the hammerhead.

An overwhelming aura suddenly dissipated, instantly silencing the chirping of insects and birds. Even the wind seemed to be subdued by this oppressive force, daring not to stir even a fraction.

A chilling killing intent emanated from Tang Hao's body, and two cold glints in his eyes pierced through the morning mist, so sharp they seemed to be able to penetrate everything.

He is still my son. Even if I don't care about him, he must never be replaced by an unknown monster!

His right arm muscles were bulging and veins were standing out. He was unleashing his immense soul power. Even as the excruciating pain of his old wound tearing open swept through his body, he paid no heed. His killing move was gathering, ready to strike with thunder.

call!

With a long breath, Tang Hao retracted his martial spirit back into his body and walked heavily toward his blacksmith shop.

Ah Yin is gone, so it doesn't matter whether she has a son or not. If I didn't owe my father, my elder brother, and the sect so much, I would have gone to find her long ago.

Bathed in the morning light, his silhouette appeared so lonely and desolate.

What he didn't notice was that as he prepared to swing the giant hammer, the white patterns on the black hammer also condensed to their maximum, seemingly ready to erupt at any moment.

However, as his murderous intent subsided, the white patterns on the hammer returned to normal.

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Spirit world

The Asura God, shrouded in a blood-red robe, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He was almost about to forcefully interfere with Tang Hao's consciousness and make him restrain his killing intent, but he never expected that the other party would actually stop on his own.

"Thank goodness, the inheritor I secretly acquired almost got lost. That Sea God, he saw all my little tricks, why didn't he keep an eye on things? It's like I'm working for him. I made him share the blame, not just take advantage of him."

The Asura God felt a toothache and, through the scene before him, his gaze fell on the child cooking porridge by the stove.

"And this Tang San, how come he's so intimidating? He openly cultivates right in front of his father, and what's with this Ghost Shadow Mystery? Doesn't he know to avoid people when using it? Is it reasonable for a four-year-old kid to use his self-created soul skill?"

"Forget it, forget it. It'll only be a few dozen days of hard work at most. Once the divine position is passed on, I'll be free."

As he spoke, the Asura God seemed to remember something and chuckled, "Good and evil seem to have been acting rather restless lately, often spying on the lower realms. Fortunately, there is destruction, otherwise I wouldn't have had the chance to slack off and find a successor."

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