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

The once silent audience erupted in cheers, like boiling water.

Whispers and conversations blended into a cacophony that instantly engulfed the entire competition area.

I don't know who clapped first, then the second person, then the third person...

The applause spread like a contagion, eventually surging like a tidal wave and completely enveloping the entire Heavenly Dou Arena.

They applauded this incredibly exciting battle of souls, and cheered for Tang Shan's unparalleled and heaven-defying talent.

Splash!

The applause was continuous and lasted for several minutes before gradually subsiding.

……

Inside the VIP box, everyone present could not hide their excitement and raised their hands to applaud.

Emperor Xueye's face was full of smiles as he looked at the handsome young man in the arena, and he couldn't be more satisfied.

He secretly lamented that the royal family had no eligible princesses; otherwise, a marriage alliance with Tangshan would have ensured the Tiandou Empire's safety for a century.

"Qinghe."

The call from the Snow Night Emperor brought Xue Qinghe back to his senses, and he looked at him with a hint of doubt.

"Qinghe, Tangshan is a rare genius, and his bloodline must be extraordinary. If conditions permit, try to help him preserve his bloodline."

Emperor Xueye spoke cryptically, but everyone present was a wise and experienced person, so they naturally understood his meaning.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin remained expressionless, Ning Fengzhi seemed lost in thought, but Xue Qinghe's expression stiffened slightly.

Ning Fengzhi: The Great Emperor Xueye has enlightened me. If we cannot retain Tang Shan himself through marriage, it would be excellent to obtain his bloodline. Although there are no eligible women in the direct line, there are plenty of eligible young men in the collateral branches of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Xue Qinghe's heart skipped a beat. She had a premonition that Tang Shan's talent would attract covetous eyes from all sides after it was fully revealed, but she never expected that the first one to make a move would be her own father, Emperor Xue Ye.

What devastated her even more was that Emperor Xueye didn't care about binding Tang Shan with emotions, but only wanted to leave behind his bloodline descendants, which truly left her in a state of panic.

It can only be said that the angelic young lady is ultimately too young and doesn't understand the tricks of the trade in the adult world at all.

Faced with the questioning gaze from Emperor Xue Ye, Xue Qinghe could only force a smile: "Father, rest assured, I'll take care of everything."

But deep down, she had no intention of carrying out this plan at all—what a joke! Tang Shan was originally a member of the Spirit Hall, and if any bloodline was to be preserved, it should remain in the Spirit Hall, not fall into the hands of the Heaven Dou Empire. As for how the Spirit Hall would operate, she hadn't figured it out yet, but she would never give the Heaven Dou Empire the slightest chance.

……

On the arena, Xie Tu suddenly appeared with a glittering golden card in his hand. He turned to the audience and announced loudly, "Now, the winner of this Soul Battle will be awarded a prize—a gold card worth 50,000 Gold Soul Coins, which can be directly exchanged for Gold Soul Coins. We also thank Tang Shan and Golden Bear Soul Saint for bringing us this spectacular Soul Battle!"

A burst of applause swept through the entire venue once again.

Tang Shan stepped forward and took the gold card. At the same time, Xie Tu's voice transmission entered his ears: "Tang Shan, thank you for taking care of my son at school."

Tang Shan smiled, nodded slightly in response, and then turned and stepped off the stage.

Xie Tu watched his departing figure and couldn't help but exclaim, "Truly a prodigy!"

On the other hand, Zhao Wuji, as the defeated one, even though he was a Soul Saint, was no longer given a second glance and could only walk off the stage alone.

As Zhao Wuji stepped off the stage, he kept replaying the battle in his mind. Although his feelings were complicated, he felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

He was originally a power-type, offensive Soul Master, and his greatest passion was head-on confrontation. Since becoming the vice dean of Shrek Academy, although he often sparred with Flander, he always lost more than he won. Moreover, Flander was an agility-type Soul Master, so he couldn't really have a real head-on clash with him.

Although his opponent in today's battle was a Soul Master and he ultimately lost, it was the most enjoyable and exhilarating battle he had ever had in recent years.

Thinking of Flander, he suddenly remembered the real purpose of this Soul Battle—a pact with Flander to throw the match, where he would go all out if the opponent wasn't Flander. Remembering that he had even used his Martial Soul True Body, Zhao Wuji was immediately filled with smugness; he had definitely gone all out.

"Old Zhao!"

Flander's voice came from a dark corner. Zhao Wuji looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, and then quickly slipped inside.

"Boss Francis, how did I do this time? Was my acting top-notch?"

While feeling heartbroken about the thousand gold soul coins he lost due to his wrong bet, Flander looked at his smug expression and was speechless.

"Old Zhao, you really lost. Even your Martial Soul True Body was broken."

Flander bluntly exposed the truth, and Zhao Wuji's expression instantly froze: "Seriously? You're my boss! How can you just call me out like that? Don't I have any dignity?"

"Alright, you should rest for a few days first. When it's time to register, you register first, and I'll register right after, just in case something unexpected happens."

Flanders sighed and made arrangements in a low voice.

"Why do we have to wait a few days?" Zhao Wuji asked, looking puzzled.

"Does your Martial Soul True Body not need to cool down? Or do you think the Great Soul Arena will arrange a one-sided duel, making you, a Soul Saint whose Martial Soul True Body hasn't cooled down, go head-to-head with a Soul Saint in full strength?"

"It seems that's really the case." Zhao Wuji was a little embarrassed and subconsciously scratched the back of his head.

"Let's go back to the inn to rest and try to earn back the gold soul coins within a week."

"Make it back? Boss Fu, where did your gold soul coins go?"

"Ahem, a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue. It means to earn operating fees for the college."

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On the other side, Tang Shan had just entered the contestant passage when he could no longer hold on. He leaned against the wall, let out a long breath, and his originally rosy complexion instantly turned ashen, his brows filled with undisguised exhaustion.

Just now on the arena, he had been holding on the whole time. After all, the consumption of the final Heaven-Opening Seal was too great. At this moment, his blood, soul power and spiritual power were already on the verge of being exhausted. If he hadn't forcibly controlled them and prevented them from being completely drained, he would probably have fallen into a coma like last time at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

"Tangshan, are you alright?!"

A crisp, worried voice accompanied by clear footsteps came. Before Tang Shan could react, a jade-green figure suddenly pounced into his arms. The not-so-fast movement caused the weakened man to stumble.

"Yanyan, I'm fine."

Tang Shan finally managed to steady himself and catch his breath. Fearing that Dugu Yan might accidentally bump into him again and cause further injury, he quickly tried to comfort her.

Hearing his voice, Dugu Yan breathed a sigh of relief. She grabbed his arm with both hands and looked him up and down, her eyes full of worry as she asked, "Why are you so weak? Are you injured? Should we find someone to treat you right away?"

Tang Shan was bombarded with a barrage of questions, leaving him speechless. He then retorted, "How did you know I would get into trouble?"

Dugu Yan blinked her amethyst-like eyes and said truthfully, "Gu Yue told me that you might be in trouble."

As soon as she finished speaking, another set of footsteps came from the end of the passage. Gu Yue was seen slowly walking over, holding a large handful of steaming, sizzling skewers in her left hand and her right hand behind her back. Behind her were a man and a woman, Xiong Jun and Bi Ji.

Tang Shan's gaze swept over Xiong Jun behind Gu Yue, and when he saw the distinctive dark gold skin and hair, his pupils contracted slightly. He already had a pretty good idea of ​​Xiong Jun's identity.

Gu Yue strolled up to the two of them, wrinkled her little nose, and looked at Dugu Yan: "Don't slander me. I only said that Tang Shan would be greatly weakened after releasing his self-created soul skill, but I didn't say that he would be in trouble!"

Dugu Yan's ears instantly turned crimson. She had rushed over without asking why after hearing Gu Yue's reminder, and now that she had been exposed, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Gu Yue then turned to look at Tang Shan, whose face was pale and whose posture was unsteady. She pursed her pink lips, hesitated for two seconds, and then carefully selected the skewers in her arms.

After fiddling around for a while, Gu Yue finally selected a skewer that was thick, plump, fragrant, and evenly marbled with fat and lean meat, and handed it to Tang Shan: "Here, this is for you, it's good for replenishing your qi and blood."

Tang Shan looked at the steaming hot skewers handed to him, the rich aroma of meat filling his nostrils. His gaze involuntarily drifted towards Xiong Jun and Bi Ji behind Gu Yue. He was really curious about Gu Yue's current image among the ferocious beasts.

Curiosity aside, this skewer of grilled meat was undoubtedly a timely help for Tangshan at this moment. Although his soul power and mental energy were exhausted, he could slowly recover by meditating. However, the weakness caused by the depletion of qi and blood, such as soreness all over his body and difficulty even standing, was the most difficult to endure.

Chapter 227 A Leisurely Life, Bibi Dong's Wrath

"Thank you."

Tang Shan sincerely expressed his gratitude, thanking Gu Yue for the barbecue and also for coming to help him. If they hadn't come, he probably would have had to endure his weakness and meditate for a while, and then force himself to walk back after his soul power and mental strength recovered.

He took the roasted meat, tore off a piece, and swallowed it whole.

There was no time to savor the specific taste. As the roasted meat entered his stomach, his already prepared digestive system began to rumble and work, rapidly digesting the meat and converting it into blood and energy, which restored some color to Tangshan's cheeks.

Gu Yue frowned and hesitated for a moment, but still forced himself to swallow the pain and took out four more sticks to hand over.

Tang Shan didn't stand on ceremony and swallowed it whole. What he didn't notice was that one of the skewers of grilled meat seemed to be missing a small piece.

More food entered his stomach and was quickly converted into qi and blood under the terrifying digestive power. His complexion quickly regained its rosy color, and Tang Shan let out a long breath and stood up completely.

"Okay, everything's fine now."

Gu Yue rubbed her eyes, staring seriously at her left hand with a slight frown—she clearly remembered taking a bite out of one of the skewers, but she couldn't find it no matter how hard she looked. Could she have mixed it up when she handed it to him?

Gu Yue was somewhat puzzled, but she didn't think too much about it and simply said, "Bi Ji."

Upon hearing Gu Yue's words, Bi Ji smiled and nodded, and a surge of rich life force flowed from her hands into Tang Shan's body.

His soul power recovered rapidly and was soon fully replenished.

Feeling the active soul power within his body, Tang Shan had a sudden inspiration and a thought arose in his mind.

Pfft!

The bottleneck at level 35 shattered instantly, and the soul power within his body became increasingly pure and profound.

Sensing the fluctuations in Tang Shan's aura, Dugu Yan was somewhat surprised: "Tang Shan, you've broken through?"

Tang Shan nodded: "It's normal to break through under the influence of surging soul power after a great battle with a Soul Saint."

What are the plans now?

Gu Yue looked towards Tangshan.

"No arrangements, go back and rest."

Tang Shan stretched and took the lead in walking outside.

Gu Yue followed closely behind him with practiced ease, while Dugu Yan followed on Tang Shan's right.

Xiong Jun gave Bi Ji a questioning look.

Brigitte: "Just follow."

The group of five quickly walked out of the arena and left the Heavenly Battle Arena, soon disappearing into the vast night.

The air in VIP Box No. 4 was so oppressive it was almost solid.

After a long silence, Yu Yuanzhen's voice was hoarse and his lips were dry: "Did you really win?"

"if not?"

The withered old man's voice remained calm, but the hand that had been gripping the dragon-headed cane tightly, its knuckles white, betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

"How did he do that?"

Yu Yuanzhen was still filled with disbelief.

Does it matter?

The old man tapped the ground lightly with his dragon-headed cane, then slowly turned and walked toward the gate. His aged voice was hoarse yet calm, carrying an undeniable air of authority and coldness.

"Plans changed, Tangshan must be killed. The continent can accommodate three peerless experts, but it will never allow a monster to dominate the continent."