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

Looking at the Limit Douluo of Douluo II and III, not a single one could produce such an exaggerated self-created soul skill as Tang Chen—please, all the Limit Douluo after you combined probably can't match the deterrent power of Tang Chen's single ring explosion. Is that reasonable?

Tang Shan had a bold idea: first, to reach the limit by developing a martial soul and obtain the top-tier "mechanism"; then, to go back and condense dual or even triple soul cores to make up for the "numerical" shortcomings—he had to grasp both and be strong in both.

If combined with the Soul Bone Armor and the Four-Word Battle Armor, perhaps this would be the true limit of humanity, the true ultimate Douluo, without the intervention of any deity!

Suppressing the surging emotions within him, Tang Shan made a decision: he would not condense a soul core until he achieved the Limit Douluo level.

……

"Grandpa Bone, give me a hug!"

A sweet, childlike voice, tinged with a coquettish tone, rang out as a small figure rushed over with light, quick steps—it was Ning Rongrong. She wore two round, bushy buns, her cheeks rosy, showing no fear whatsoever of Bone Douluo's terrifying, skeletal face.

"Oh, my dear Rongrong!"

Gu Rong's face instantly filled with a doting smile, his originally sharp bone structure softening slightly. He carefully bent down, steadily supporting Ning Rongrong under her armpits, lifting her high and spinning her around before gently pulling her into his arms. His demeanor completely lacked the majesty of a Title Douluo; he looked every bit like an ordinary old man doting on his granddaughter.

Ning Rongrong giggled, her little body squirming in Gu Rong's arms. Her little hands naturally climbed up his head and precisely grabbed the few sparse, pitiful strands of hair. She squinted, her little mouth pouting, with a mischievous slyness: "Grandpa Gu, you have so little hair."

"Oh dear, my little darling!" Gu Rong deliberately wailed, but his tone was full of indulgence. He raised his hand to protect the top of his head, afraid that the little one would pull too hard, but he couldn't bear to push her away. "This is Grandpa's precious hair. There are only a few strands left. If you pull any more out, you'll really be bald!"

"Rongrong, get down! How can you be so rude to your Grandpa Gu!"

As soon as Ning Fengzhi stepped through the door, he saw his daughter grabbing Gu Rong's hair. His face instantly darkened, and his tone was clearly reprimanding. Sword Douluo Chen Xin followed behind, but a faint smile played on his lips, clearly used to this scene.

"Fengzhi, it's alright, it's alright!" Gu Rong quickly pulled Ning Rongrong into his arms, shielding her in front of him, and tried to smooth things over with a smile, "She's just a child, she's just playing around, what's a few strands of hair... Oh dear!"

Before she could finish speaking, Ning Rongrong pulled out a strand of hair with a "snap." She held up the gray hair, waved it in front of her eyes, and smiled so hard her eyes narrowed into slits: "Grandpa Bone, look."

"Rongrong!" Ning Fengzhi's face darkened further, and he took a step forward.

"Fengzhi, no, no, no!" Gu Rong hurriedly waved his hand, protecting Ning Rongrong even more tightly. He also secretly gave her a wink and coaxed her in a low voice, "Good Rongrong, be gentle next time. Grandpa's hair can't withstand you picking it like that."

He turned to Ning Fengzhi and smiled, "It's just a single hair. I have several more on my head. If Rongrong likes it, it's fine for her to pull it and play with it."

Ning Rongrong hid in Gu Rong's arms, poked her little head out, stuck out her tongue at Ning Fengzhi, made a face, and then quickly shrank back, looking completely fearless.

“Feng Zhi, it’s alright.” Sword Douluo finally spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of teasing. “Anyway, his hair is pitifully thin, so I might as well shave it all off with one sword. It’ll save Rongrong the trouble of pulling it out, and it’ll be much neater.”

"No, no, no!" Gu Rong cried out, quickly covering his head. "These few strands of hair are my precious possessions. It would look terrible if I shaved them off! If Rongrong wants to pull them, let her. I'm happy to!"

P.S.: On how witches are made

Chapter 155: Breakthrough Begins

"Dad, Grandpa Gu agreed to this, so you can't scold me when we get back."

Ning Rongrong was incredibly cunning. Although she was only four years old, she had already learned to "bully others by relying on her power." She made a face at her father, then hugged Gu Rong's neck and gave Sword Douluo Chen Xin a sweet smile.

If anyone else witnessed this amazing scene, they would probably exclaim: "What a talent!"

"Yes, that's what I agreed to."

The ancient banyan tree quickly echoed this sentiment.

Hey!

Ning Fengzhi sighed, somewhat helplessly: "Uncle Gu, Uncle Jian, you spoil her too much."

"We'd be happy to, since the two of us are strong enough to protect her."

Gu Rong pursed her lips, her face completely unconcerned.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's silence seemed to indicate his stance.

Ning Fengzhi rubbed his forehead.

"Alright, Rongrong, go play by yourself first. Dad has something to discuss with your Grandpa Gu."

Upon hearing Ning Fengzhi's words, Ning Rongrong stopped her antics and obediently ran out, ready to wreak havoc on the sect.

To know how to leverage opportunities at such a young age is certainly not foolish; on the contrary, it must be very clever.

Ning Rongrong knew that she could be silly normally, but she had to be sensible when her father got serious, otherwise she would not only not be forgiven, but would also arouse his resentment.

The key is to strike the right balance; this is perhaps the difference between a naughty child and a spoiled brat.

"Fengzhi, shouldn't someone keep an eye on Rongrong?"

Watching Ning Rongrong leave, Gu Rong felt quite reluctant to part with her.

"It's alright, let her wander around and have fun. Regardless of how much trouble she's caused these past few days, how could she possibly get into trouble within the sect?"

Ning Fengzhi didn't care at all, and then looked at the two Douluo: "Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, what are your thoughts on Tangshan's second awakening tomorrow?"

“Fengzhi, you believe so much what Tangshan said. The so-called second awakening may not be true,” Gu Rong questioned.

"I don't believe Tang Shan, but I believe the master behind him. Regardless of whether what he said is true or false, we have to go there tomorrow. After all, the master has completely disappeared since he released the sixth theory of martial souls. He is very likely to appear during Tang Shan's second awakening. We can't miss such a good opportunity."

Ning Fengzhi said calmly.

"Fengzhi, are you trying to take this opportunity to win over any potential masters?"

Sword Douluo Chenxin seemed to be deep in thought.

"No, the main purpose is still Tangshan. I have met him a few times over the years. His cultivation level has improved normally, but the degree of improvement in his blood and qi is indeed different from ordinary people. Moreover, I can clearly sense that there is a special power stirring in his body. So the second awakening is probably true."

"If the second awakening really has such incredible abilities as he said, then we may really need to pay more attention to the original Soul Master."

Sword Douluo let out a long breath, becoming even more curious about Tang Shan.

"If they really have that kind of strength, should we...?"

Gu Rong didn't finish his sentence, but the three of them already understood the unspoken meaning behind it.

Ning Fengzhi fell silent, then shook his head: "There's no need for that. How much of a commotion can Tangshan cause? Uncle Jian, come with me tomorrow."

"it is good."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin agreed readily without asking any further questions. Logically, it should have been Bone Douluo who accompanied him, so why was it him again this time?

Bone Douluo seemed to understand something as well, but didn't say anything more.

……

"Xiaoxue, if Grandpa takes action tomorrow, your identity may not be able to be kept secret."

Golden Crocodile Douluo stared at Xue Qinghe, his eyes filled with a clarity that had been refined over the years, as if he could see through her feigned indifference.

Xue Qinghe unconsciously rubbed his cuff with his fingertips, his tone still light: "So what if I'm exposed? At worst, I'll go back and focus on my cultivation. Grandpa, just remember to protect Tang Shan and don't let anything happen to him. He's my right-hand man."

Golden Crocodile Douluo sighed softly, "You say you don't care, but what you're really worried about isn't your escape route after your identity is exposed, but rather that something might happen to Tangshan."

He paused, his gaze falling on Xue Qinghe's slightly changed expression, and continued, "Before, when you mentioned the master, you were full of admiration. But just now, when you talked about his potential, the expectation in your eyes was far less than before."

A flicker of panic crossed Xue Qinghe's eyes, and he instinctively retorted, "Grandpa, what nonsense are you talking about? I just... I just think that the breakthrough in Tangshan is more important."

“It’s more important.” Golden Crocodile Douluo didn’t expose him, and his tone softened a bit. “But you don’t need to worry too much. Your identity may not be exposed. If Tang Shan’s teacher really comes, it will be enough to intimidate Ning Fengzhi and the others. Even if he doesn’t come, Grandpa can handle it by impersonating him. In the end, as long as Tang Shan can break through smoothly, nothing else matters.”

Xue Qinghe's eyes lit up, and his tense shoulders relaxed slightly: "Grandpa Jin'e, are you saying that the master might really come?"

"Hard to say."

Golden Crocodile Douluo gave her a deep look, his figure gradually becoming transparent. "But don't worry, whether the Grandmaster comes or not, I will protect you and Tang Shan."

The last sentence dissipated in the night wind. Xue Qinghe sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the starless night.

"Master?" she murmured softly, the worship in her heart already blurred, and this title seemed so distant and illusory.

……

At this very moment, what is the "master" that Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe are thinking about doing?

After confirming that his vital energy and soul power had returned to their peak, Tang Shan did not hesitate. After dinner, he lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep, preparing for tomorrow's breakthrough.

……

The Crown Prince's residence was bustling with activity today. Even though the people who came were mainly there to observe Tang Shan's breakthrough and so-called second awakening, Xue Qinghe still had to make proper arrangements—after all, the people who came were basically at the pinnacle of the Soul Master world, and they could not be neglected.

"Grandpa, what will happen if I fail to break through?"

Dugu Yan frowned slightly and asked with concern.

Dugu Bo's lips twitched, thinking to himself: I don't know how Tangshan should awaken a second time, how would I know the outcome of failure?

But seeing the worry on his granddaughter's face, he comforted her, "Don't worry, not only am I coming this time, but Ning Fengzhi will also be coming. According to his travel habits, he will definitely be accompanied by a Title Douluo. At that time, there will be at least two Title Douluos from the Crown Prince's Mansion. You also know Tang Shan's identity. He might also come for such a big event as the second awakening. That means there might be three Title Douluos present at the same time during the final breakthrough. Even if the breakthrough fails, it will be enough to protect Tang Shan."

Hearing that so many powerful figures would be present, Dugu Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, the two had already arrived at the gate of the Crown Prince's residence.

"Greetings, Your Majesty Dugu."

The guards at the gate quickly bowed and then opened the gate to let the two of them in.

……

By the time the sun had fully risen above the horizon, most of the people who had come to witness Tangshan's breakthrough had arrived.

In reality, aside from the absence of Emperor Xueye, it was just the same group of people who had been in the Imperial Garden before:

Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and Sword Douluo Chen Xin;

Yu Xuancang and Yu Tianheng of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan;

Dugu Bo and his granddaughter Dugu Yan;

Xueqinghe and Tangshan;

And the Golden Crocodile Douluo, who is secretly ready to strike at any moment to intimidate others.

"Boss, I wish you success."

Yu Tianheng patted Tang Shan on the shoulder heavily, then turned back to Yu Xuancang's side.

Yu Xuancang glanced at Tang Shan with a complicated expression, but didn't say much. To be honest, it didn't feel right at first for the pride of their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to call someone "boss," but the young man's talent left him with no reason to object—his record was clear: within three years of entering the academy, he had defeated all the Heavenly Micro-level teachers without a single loss. His reputation was earned step by step with his own fists, without a doubt.

"Tangshan, I wish you success."

Dugu Yan spoke to Tang Shan using a secret telepathic communication technique.

Tang Shan subconsciously turned around and was met with a pair of clear and bright purple eyes.

Dugu Bo's face twitched, as if he had noticed something, but in the end he said nothing.

Tangshan felt somewhat helpless. Why did so many people think this breakthrough was very difficult? It was clearly a very easy thing.

Seeing that Xue Qinghe seemed about to say something, Tang Shan quickly called out a reminder:

"Seniors, I am about to break through. This second awakening of my original martial soul should be the first of its kind on the continent. I am not sure what changes will occur. I would be grateful if you could protect me."