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

If a three-ringed Soul Master can fight a Soul Saint, what about a Soul Douluo? A four-ringed or a five-ringed Soul Master?

What about a Title Douluo? Six rings or seven rings?

The mainland will not allow such a monstrous talent to exist.

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Everything returned to calm, at least that's how Tang Shan saw it. After the Soul Battle ended, he returned to the Crown Prince's Mansion to cultivate in seclusion, occasionally going with Gu Yue and Dugu Yan to the private boxes of the Heavenly Dou Great Soul Battle Arena to watch a few Soul Battles of average skill.

During this period, Dugu Yan also stepped onto the Soul Arena. With her first Soul Skill, Jade Scale Serpent Venom, second Soul Skill, Faceless Invisibility, and third Soul Skill, Petrification Ray, she quickly accumulated a lot of reputation in the official team of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy as a control-type Soul Master.

This is the significance of the reserve team: to allow the next generation of members to experience the atmosphere of the competition in advance, laying the groundwork for achieving better results in the next competition.

As for Team Tiandou II, this rule does not exist yet. Tangshan speculates that it will most likely be established along with the rule that seeded teams will be directly guaranteed a spot in the finals.

The preliminary rounds quickly came to an end, and the qualifying rounds followed immediately. The venue for the qualifying rounds was not the Heaven Dou Grand Arena, but the Heaven Dou Empire's Royal Enclosure, which was theoretically not open to the public. However, given Xue Qinghe's status, bringing people in was naturally not a problem.

The qualifying rounds were even more intense, with stronger participants and serious injuries already occurring. Fortunately, the Heaven Dou Empire was prepared, having arranged for support-type Soul Masters to be on standby offstage in case of any unforeseen circumstances.

Seeing this, Tang Shan couldn't help but sigh: "How evil the Spirit Hall is! It's unacceptable that someone has suffered such a serious injury. If it were Shrek Academy, forget about treatment; they'd just turn you to ashes, the kind you could just bury."

Tang Shan watched the competition while cultivating, living a very leisurely life. However, his achievement of defeating a Soul Saint with the body of a Soul Venerable spread like wildfire throughout the entire continent.

The top powers were already aware of Tang Shan's existence; this battle merely gave them a very clear understanding of his talent. His influence truly expanded to the lower-level Soul Masters—those with three thousand-year Soul Rings, a Soul Master battling a Soul Saint, and a true-body Martial Soul.

With his terrifying combat prowess, combined with the theories of a gradually fading master, Tangshan became famous overnight, and the master's name, which had been silent for many years, resounded throughout the mainland once again.

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

Dressed in a majestic papal robe and holding a magnificent scepter, Bibidon sat on the papal throne, her face aloof as she listened quietly to her subordinates' reports. Strands of hair fell at her temples, her exquisite face covered with a layer of frost, and she exuded an aura of imposing authority.

"Tang Shan's record of defeating a Soul Saint has further increased his fame among lower-level Soul Masters. His first and second Soul Rings of the millennium, as well as his original Martial Soul, have also reminded the continent of the long-dormant Grandmaster, pushing the Grandmaster's reputation to a new peak. Now, many people are saying that Tang Shan is the Grandmaster's disciple. Your Holiness, what are your plans for the future?"

After hearing the report, Bibi Dong remained calm, showing no emotion whatsoever. She simply waved her hand, signaling her subordinates to leave.

Once she was all alone in the empty papal palace, her pent-up anger finally erupted. She abruptly slammed her papal staff down, and a terrifying, evil, and twisted aura swept out uncontrollably, instantly filling the entire palace.

"Damn Tangshan! Damn the original spirit! Damn the Soul Saint! Damn the Grandmaster!!!"

Bibi Dong's eyes instantly turned purplish-black, their evil light surging, and a dense evil aura burst forth from the depths of her eyes. Four twisted spider eyes split open on her cheeks, their pupils filled with bloodthirsty evil and brutality. Demonic patterns appeared all over her body, exuding a cold and malevolent aura.

"All I want is to give Xiaogang the status he deserves, why is that so difficult? He is knowledgeable, wise, and has superb theoretical knowledge, why do you all look down on him!"

Click!

With a sudden burst of strength, she slammed the papal scepter into the ground, leaving a deep crater. Numerous cracks spread wildly outwards from the base of the scepter, causing the floor tiles to crumble one after another.

The next second, a twisted tenderness appeared in her six eyes, as if the spirited Yu Xiaogang was right in front of her. She raised her hand and gently stroked him from a distance, her eyes so tender they could drip water: "Xiaogang, don't worry, even if it's forced, I will push you to the altar. Besides, you are already so outstanding. One day, the whole continent will marvel at your wisdom and be impressed by your knowledge."

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Inside the hall, Qian Daoliu suddenly opened his eyes, his brows furrowed: What is that madwoman doing now? Why does the entire Papal Palace exude an evil aura?

As the thought crossed his mind, his gaze pierced through the barriers of the palaces and landed directly inside the Papal Palace. What he saw was a scene of utter devastation, with an intense aura of evil that seemed almost tangible.

The gaze swept across the room, finally settling on Bibi Dong, who was panting heavily. Her body was covered with fine demonic patterns, surging with malevolent energy, and covered with hideous armor, making her ugly and ferocious.

After sensing for a moment, Qian Daoliu nodded to himself: There was no divine power fluctuation, the Rakshasa inheritance had not yet been activated.

Seemingly sensing being spied on, Bibi Dong suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing with purple light that coalesced into blades. Her voice, sharp and piercing, echoed with an evil glint: "Old man, how dare you spy on me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a soft golden light suddenly filled the Papal Palace. Under Bibi Dong's wary gaze, the golden light condensed into a thousand pale golden phantoms, exuding a vast and majestic sacred aura.

“Bibi Dong, Xiaoxue will be returning to Wuhun City with the Heaven Dou Royal Academy team for this Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament. You’d better behave yourself and not cause any more trouble.”

Qian Daoliu's warning instantly touched Bibi Dong's sore spot. The aura that had just calmed down on her body surged violently again, and she roared sharply: "Whether she comes back or not, what does it have to do with me!"

In an instant, the Thousand Flowing Illusions burst forth with dazzling golden light, and a sacred aura swept across the hall like a torrent, instantly dispelling all evil and malevolent energy. The golden light condensed into a sacred and dazzling light sword, which swept out suddenly with the power to annihilate all evil spirits!

Buzz

The lightsaber stopped precisely above Bibi Dong's head. She didn't resist or struggle at all. Instead, she threw her head back and laughed wildly, acting like a madwoman, hysterically shouting, "Come on, old man! If you have the guts, kill me! I want to see what kind of expression Qian Renxue will have when she finds out that her mother was killed by her own grandfather! Her mother died tragically, and her grandfather is the murderer. What face does she have to live on? And what right does she have to inherit the position of angel god!"

Inside the Hall of Worship, Qian Daoliu's eyes were as cold as ice, and a chilling aura spread through him. His voice echoed in the Papal Palace, devoid of any emotion: "Bibi Dong, do you really think I wouldn't dare to make a move? You're right, killing you would indeed be a huge blow to Xiaoxue, but I believe she can definitely stand up again."

Thinking of Tangshan, Qian Daoliu smiled faintly. It has to be said that Tangshan has become a new spiritual pillar for Qian Renxue, and has also relieved him of many constraints.

"Besides, do you think I don't know what you're thinking? I might spare your life for now, but Yu Xiaogang is just a minor figure in the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family. Whether I kill him or not is entirely up to me."

Upon hearing the name "Yu Xiaogang," Bibi Dong, who had thought she had Qian Daoliu under her control, changed her expression drastically. Her face drained of color, and she roared angrily, her entire body trembling: "How dare you?!"

Chapter 228 Discusses the Value of Zhao Wuji's Soul Emperor Achievements, Tangshan Feels Safe and Secure

As the competition progressed day by day, teams were eliminated one by one, leaving only fifteen academy teams who would travel to Wuhun City to participate in the finals.

Tiandou City, Crown Prince's Residence

Tang Shan slowly withdrew from his cultivation state, assessed his own condition, and a hint of satisfaction appeared on his face.

After his battle with Zhao Wuji, his physical potential was further developed, and the speed of potential tapping was further improved. Feeling the lively blood and qi and the ever-circulating soul power in his body, he was increasingly looking forward to a head-on battle with someone of the same level.

Unfortunately, it is extremely difficult to find an opponent like Zhao Wuji. Putting aside characters who did not appear in the original work, he should be the only other Soul Master with iconic power.

Tang Shan looked up towards Nottingham City, silently reciting in his heart: Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao.

Unfortunately, with his current strength, let alone fighting a Title Douluo, it would be extremely difficult for him to even fight a Soul Douluo. Otherwise, he would really like to try Tang Hao's hammer and witness the prowess of the Haotian Douluo.

Stepping out of the courtyard, Tang Shan strolled around the entire Prince's Mansion. The pavilions and towers were arranged in a well-organized manner, the artificial mountains were piled up in a rugged way, the streams flowed gently around the rocks, and the lush vegetation dotted the landscape, making it exquisite and beautiful.

Arriving at a pavilion surrounded by artificial hills, Tang Shan saw Xue Qinghe sitting upright inside. His elegant brocade robe accentuated his tall and straight figure. Beside him was a set of purple clay teaware, with spring water warming in the tea stove. Wisps of steam rose from the teacups and drifted slowly upwards.

Her eyes were slightly lowered, her expression serene, as she turned the pages of the book in her hands, exuding a quiet nobility.

"Your Highness."

Tang Shan called out softly, entered the pavilion, and sat opposite Xue Qinghe. Xue Qinghe didn't look up, casually asking as she flipped through a book, "Finished your cultivation? How was it?"

"Physical potential has been further developed, but unfortunately this period of advantage has ended. Unless a similar type of opponent is found again, the development of physical potential will enter a period of gradual and painstaking effort."

Xue Qinghe raised his head: "It's not easy to find an opponent similar to that Golden Bear Soul Saint. Moreover, after investigation, he is no ordinary person."

Tang Shan raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean by that?"

"That person was actually a fugitive wanted criminal of the Spirit Hall, known in the Spirit Master world as 'Immovable King,' whose real name was Zhao Wuji. His last feat was being surrounded and killed by many Spirit Emperors of the Spirit Hall, but he fought his way out and eventually went into hiding on the continent."

Tang Shan, reminded by Xue Qinghe, finally recalled Zhao Wuji's absurd feat: he had fought his way out of an encirclement of more than ten Soul Emperors. He was genuinely curious about how Zhao Wuji had managed it—were the Soul Emperors of the Spirit Hall simply too weak, or was Zhao Wuji's strength just too great?

"Zhao Wuji? Why was he being hunted down?" Tang Shan pressed.

A hint of unease flashed across Xue Qinghe's face: "Many of the Spirit Hall personnel he encountered acted erratically and often bullied the weak. He taught them a lesson, and over time, conflicts arose between him and the Spirit Hall."

Tang Shan's expression turned strange for a moment, then immediately returned to normal.

He originally thought this was just a rationalization of Zhao Wuji's behavior in the original work, but after listening to what Miss Angel said, it seems that there really is such a thing.

However, this also reveals the Spirit Hall's true attitude towards the other party. If there were any deep-seated hatred, the Spirit Hall would not only send an opponent at least two rings higher to hunt down the evil spirit master, but simply sending an expert one ring higher would have been enough to eliminate the opponent.

The reason the other party has survived until now is most likely because the Spirit Hall itself isn't that despicable; otherwise, they wouldn't have allowed a Soul Master who offended them to live this long. Don't you see the future Shrek Academy? My reasoning is the only reasoning; if you disagree, I'll argue with you using physics.

"It doesn't matter if I can't find one. I can achieve the second awakening sooner or later through my slow cultivation." Tang Shan didn't care whether he had an opponent or not. In any case, his strength would increase every day as his potential was further developed, so there was no need to rush.

As for Zhao Wuji's matter, he didn't take it to heart. What did his conflict with the Spirit Hall have to do with someone like me who served under the Crown Prince of Heaven Dou?

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. After you won that Soul Battle, Zhao Wuji participated in another Soul Battle, but he lost again?"

Tang Shan was taken aback: Why did I participate in another Soul Battle?

Seeing the surprise on Tang Shan's face, Xue Qinghe simply put down the book in his hand and explained to Tang Shan: "To be honest, I was also quite surprised. Right after the cooldown of his Martial Soul True Body was over, he directly signed up to participate in the second Soul Battle, and it was the kind without a registration fee."

Tangshan: "Who is our opponent?"

Xue Qinghe: "He seems to be an agility-type Soul Saint, with an owl-like martial soul. He's wearing a mask, and I don't recognize him."

Tangshan?!

He had a wild guess: could that person be Flander?

"Your Highness, what was the result?"

"The battle was quite intense. Although there weren't as many people as in your Soul Saint Battle, it was still packed. In the end, the agile attack-type Soul Saint who could fly won." At this point, Xue Qinghe's face showed a playful expression: "To be honest, my uncle was quite unlucky. He held three Soul Saint Battles. He bet on Zhao Wuji the first two times, and in the end, he not only lost his gold soul coins, but he also had to pay the 50,000 gold soul coins for the winner. Later, he stopped trusting Zhao Wuji, and then that guy won again."

"That's really unlucky." Tang Shan couldn't help but agree. He seriously suspected that Zhao Wuji's agility-type opponent was Flander, the dean of Shrek Academy, and that the two had most likely rigged the match. Tang Shan became even more certain of this after learning that Zhao Wuji later fought again and won, defeating a female Soul Master with a Fire Dragon Martial Soul. He hadn't forgotten that Liu Erlong, whom Flander had been longing for, had a Fire Dragon Martial Soul.

Good heavens, what do they think the Heaven Dou Grand Arena is, an ATM? People can't be this shameless.

Since Prince Xuexing paid for it, then it's fine.

Tang Shan stopped dwelling on the Shrek Academy teachers' match-fixing and turned to Xue Qinghe, asking, "Your Highness, is the qualifying round over? When do we set off?"

Xue Qinghe tapped the table lightly with his fingers, pondered for a moment, and said, "Give the participating teams two days to rest, and they will set off in two days."

Tang Shan nodded: "I wonder if Grandpa Golden Crocodile will be going this time?"

Xue Qinghe: "Grandpa Golden Crocodile went, while Senior Porcupine and Senior Serpent Spear stayed at the Crown Prince's residence."

Tang Shan was certain: with Golden Crocodile Douluo, a being who had broken through the limits, his safety during this trip to Wuhun City should be assured.

However, recalling the burly man behind Gu Yue that he had seen in the Great Soul Arena, Tang Shan's expression became somewhat strange: he could no longer be said to be safe, he was practically as stable as Mount Tai. Unless Tang Chen and Poseidon joined forces, with one using their ring-exploding abilities and the other using the power of faith from the Sea God or something else, it was highly unlikely that anyone in the Douluo Continent could harm him.

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Dugu Mansion

Dugu Yan picked up the medicine bottle in her hand, looked at the pills inside that shone with a lustrous sheen, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Yanyan, isn't the dosage of this pill that damages essence and spirit too high?" Dugu Bo looked at the pill and couldn't help but hesitate.

“Grandpa, Prince Xuexing insisted on increasing the dosage today. I didn’t mean to harm him. Besides, you’ve already told him about the side effects of the drug. He insisted on using it, so he deserves to die from it.” Dugu Yan’s purple eyes were full of indifference.

Recalling the way Prince Xuexing looked at his granddaughter today, Dugu Bo's eyes turned equally cold, and he said nothing more.

"Grandpa, are you coming to Wuhun City with me this time?" Dugu Yan asked, shaking the medicine bottle in her hand.

“That’s right. After all, it’s your first time traveling far from home, and Grandpa is really worried. Besides, how could Grandpa miss your moment of honor in the competition?” Dugu Bo nodded without hesitation, but in his heart he was already thinking: Who knows what outrageous things you might do if I don’t come along? It’s a good opportunity to see what Xue Qinghe and Tang Shan are like on the way.

Dugu Yan nodded: "Then I'll go tell His Highness the Crown Prince, and stay there for a while. Grandpa, you don't need to wait for me for lunch."

Dugu Bo...

He really wanted to ask Yan Yan whether she was going to find the Crown Prince or Tang Shan, but in the end he suppressed the urge and just nodded, saying, "Be careful on the road."

"Don't worry, Grandpa." Dugu Yan waved her hand and walked briskly towards the gate of the mansion.

Dugu Bo watched his granddaughter walk away, then he too rose up and headed towards Sunset Forest, thinking to himself: I don't know how much time this round trip will take, I should prepare more of the 'Forging Poison Body' combination medicine in advance.

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Huge horse-drawn carriages filled the wide official road, with a dense crowd of people moving among them.