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

Qian Daoliu opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

As for Qian Renxue's words about "annihilating the Spirit Hall," he didn't take them to heart. It wasn't that he didn't believe in his granddaughter's abilities, but in his view, as long as the continent was eventually unified and their Angel Family emerged victorious, what difference did it make whether the Spirit Hall or the Heaven Dou Empire remained in the end?

Besides, that woman has indeed been quite restless lately.

Recalling his recent unusual behavior, Qian Daoliu's eyes narrowed slightly.

The reason I placed you on the papacy was ultimately tinged with guilt—even after you personally killed Xunji, that guilt never completely disappeared. But in the end, the papacy of the Spirit Hall should, and inevitably should, belong to our Angel Family.

I can overlook your current position, but in the future, this seat must be reserved for Xiaoxue. I absolutely cannot allow you to act recklessly.

The information he had gathered flashed through his mind, and Qian Daoliu's lips curled into a slight smile. A fox girl with innate full soul power—from now on, let her become a stepping stone on Xiaoxue's path to the top.

"Grandpa? Grandpa?"

Qian Renxue's questioning voice came from the pendant. Qian Daoliu quickly suppressed these thoughts and responded to his granddaughter with concern: "Don't worry, Xiaoxue. If you want to destroy the Spirit Hall, then your grandfathers can also become the retainers of the Heaven Dou Empire. I won't stop you. But don't forget to cultivate."

Schemes and calculations are ultimately minor paths; profound cultivation and absolute power are the true paths.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I won't slack off in my cultivation. After all, if I can't even catch up with that woman's cultivation, how will I ever take over her Spirit Hall?"

Qian Renxue agreed earnestly, exchanged a few more pleasantries, and then hung up the call.

Gazing at the majestic angel sculptures in the hall, Qian Daoliu, the Limit Douluo who had lived through countless years, suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment: Was his choice right or wrong?

Inside the luxurious carriage, Qian Renxue quietly clutched the pendant in her hand, remaining motionless for a long time.

A myriad of thoughts swirled in her eyes, eventually settling into the depths of her azure gaze.

"Yu Xiaogang, what a fine Yu Xiaogang. Don't worry, I won't kill him. That would be too easy for him, and too easy for you."

"Master... I want to find him, elevate him to a pedestal, expose Yu Xiaogang's deeds to the public, and utterly crush him into the dust, making him a laughingstock of the entire continent and a clown in the world of soul masters. At that time, as the Pope, you will only be able to watch him fall to the bottom. Wouldn't that be very interesting?"

Qian Renxue's clear and melodious voice came from inside the carriage and gradually disappeared into the bright sunshine.

"Young Master, we have arrived at Ironwall City. The military commander of the city's defense forces has personally come out of the city to greet us." The voice of the Porcupine Douluo came from the front of the carriage.

"I'm getting off now."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qian Renxue activated the disguise ability of her soul bone again, transforming back into the dashing and heroic Crown Prince of Tiandou, her voice regaining its usual gentleness and humility.

……

"Why are the rooms in Ironwall City like a military camp?"

Looking at the simply furnished room that exuded a clean and tidy feel, Su Yuntao couldn't help but make a comment.

"Perhaps it's because most people only stop temporarily in Ironwall City and then head directly to Heavenly Dou City, so it was designed this way." Tang Shan studied it for a moment, then suddenly pulled out a small bed from under the wooden bed.

"Look, this room wasn't originally meant for just two people. In case of war, it can easily fit many more soldiers."

"Forget it, let's not worry about it. Once we've challenged enough opponents in this Great Soul Arena, let's hurry to Heaven Dou City. There's definitely no shortage of strong opponents there."

Su Yuntao stretched, called out, and pushed open the door to go outside.

Tang Shan followed behind him, only to find that his elder brother suddenly stopped by the second-floor window and did not continue walking forward.

"Big brother, what's wrong?" Tang Shan asked curiously as he approached.

"Shanzi, look, that looks like the Imperial Guards." Su Yuntao squinted at the army that was rapidly approaching in the distance, its ranks perfectly orderly, his tone tinged with surprise.

"Royal Guard?"

Tangshan also became interested and looked in the direction Su Yuntao pointed.

Rows of soldiers, their bearing solemn and imposing, marched down the wide street, exuding an invisible sense of oppression. In the center of the army, a carriage bore the swan emblem representing the Heavenly Dou royal family, undoubtedly highlighting the distinguished status of its occupants.

"Why would the Heavenly Dou Royal Family come to Ironwall City?" Su Haichao had somehow appeared beside the two of them, looking at the army with a face full of doubt.

"Anyway, it definitely has little to do with us. Maybe they're here to inspect Ironwall City. After all, this city is their last line of defense, so they definitely need to check it frequently."

Tang Shan didn't pay much attention and turned to leave, but before leaving, he subconsciously glanced out the window again.

At the same time, the curtain of the carriage was gently lifted, revealing a face that was slightly youthful yet already showing handsome features. Although he possessed a youthful air, he could not hide his inherent noble bearing. A gentle smile graced his face, making one unconsciously feel favorable. His jawline was strong yet gentle, adding to his dashing appearance. His dark eyes were clear and deep, yet did not give anyone the discomfort of being seen through.

Their eyes met suddenly, and they were both taken aback—neither of them had expected that a casual glance would lead to a stare-in-the-eyes exchange with a stranger.

Tang Shan withdrew his gaze and didn't take the little incident to heart.

So what if the other party is a member of the royal family? As long as it's not Xue Qinghe, it doesn't matter at all.

Inside the carriage, Xue Qinghe (Qian Renxue) frowned slightly as she looked away. For some reason, her heart had inexplicably skipped a beat just now. And then there was the look in the other person's eyes.

The badge on the carriage clearly indicated his identity, so why did he see no reverence, only calmness?

"Brother, let's go." Tang Shan called out.

Su Yuntao paid no further attention to the royal family member. In his view, the other party was nothing more than two hands, two legs, and one head, essentially no different from anyone else.

Su Haichao glanced at the carriage a few more times, then at Tang Shan who was coming downstairs, and wondered to himself: I wonder what kind of character this royal prince is, and whether he is suitable for Shanzi to temporarily rely on.

The royal family of the Heavenly Dou Empire is indeed a good choice. However, he wasn't sure which faction Tang Shan would choose to temporarily align himself with.

As for permanent dependence or being subservient to others, Su Haichao felt that the possibility was unlikely.

Having raised Tangshan since he was a child, he believes he has a certain understanding of Tangshan.

Tang Shan usually appears to have little emotional fluctuation and a peaceful personality, but deep down he seems to harbor an indescribable arrogance.

This arrogance is quite peculiar. If Su Haichao had to describe it, it would be more like a "view of equality"—even if a titled Douluo stands with an ordinary person, there seems to be no difference in his eyes.

This arrogance is silent, yet it subtly influences those around them.

Take Su Yuntao for example. His increasingly belligerent nature seems to have been influenced by Tang Shan, along with other factors.

If Tang Shan hadn't been there, Su Haichao wouldn't have believed that his son could turn around and go downstairs so indifferently in the face of a member of the imperial family.

If Tangshan knew about Su Haichao's thoughts, he would definitely find it both funny and sad.

Where was there any arrogance in him? He had simply brought the values ​​he had formed in his previous life to this one, and his words and actions naturally reflected an attitude of equality. After all, in his previous life, no matter how high your status or how much power you had, you could not escape birth, aging, sickness, and death in the end, and you could not truly understand the hierarchical oppression between living beings.

Even though he transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, a land of extraordinary power, and was familiar with the original story, he naturally wouldn't feel any awe towards the so-called powerful and wealthy.

"Brother, have you planned where your first stop on your journey will be?" Tang Shan asked Su Yuntao casually as he watched the army gradually disappear from view.

"It's not completely certain yet. The main thing is to see if we can get a special token from Bishop Salas. With this, we might get a lot of convenience when traveling across the continent."

Su Yuntao wasn't stupid. Traveling the continent didn't necessarily mean enduring hardship and toil; the key was to first clarify his goal. His objective was simple: to participate in competitions at the Soul Arena in major cities, improve himself through real combat, and accelerate his cultivation progress. Everything else, however convenient, would suffice.

"Brother, don't be reckless out there. If you encounter danger, run if you can, hide if you can, and if all else fails, it's okay to compromise for the time being. Preserving yourself is the most important thing," Tang Shan earnestly reminded him.

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid, and I don't have that strong a sense of justice. I'll definitely help with things within my capabilities; but for things beyond my capabilities, I can only say goodbye."

Besides, the mainland is generally safe. Surely I'm not so unlucky as to run into a Fallen One or an Evil Soul Master?

Tang Shan's eyelids twitched inexplicably, sensing that his older brother was frantically setting himself up for failure. Considering the various labels his brother now bore and his recent experiences, Tang Shan suddenly fell silent.

Goodness, this is a full stack of "bad luck buff".

"Brother, I have faith in you. Also, remember to wear a mask when you're out there, and never use your real name. If you really can't, just give yourself a pseudonym or nickname. If anything serious happens, you have to take responsibility yourself, and never betray me or Father."

Su Yuntao was a little confused, but he still nodded subconsciously.

Seeing his elder brother's puzzled expression, Tang Shan didn't say anything more, only wishing him a safe journey. At the same time, he had already made up his mind: he would figure out a set of boxing techniques to teach his brother when he returned. After all, his brother had already mastered Ming Jin (manifest strength), although there was still a long way to go in refining his physique. But what if he encountered some fortuitous opportunity? He should teach him the method of cultivating An Jin (hidden strength) in advance.

PS: Thank you to reader 20250714094553946 for the donation. Please subscribe, follow, vote with monthly tickets, recommend, comment, and add to your favorites. I'll include the thank you for monthly tickets and recommends in the author's notes. Thank you so much!

Chapter 54 draws attention: Half of the Twelve Classics

Compared to the Grand Arena in Star City, the one in Ironwall City was not as noisy as the former, but instead exuded a chilling aura.

Just like the city of Ironwall itself, it is calm and solemn.

Upon entering, Su Yuntao took out his bronze Soul Fighting Badge to register. The registration staff member was not the beautiful woman commonly seen in other Soul Fighting Arenas, but a stern-faced middle-aged man. He was dressed in casual clothes, yet his posture was as upright as a pine tree, his face calm and expressionless, and his demeanor exuded a military aura of ruthlessness.

A hideous scar on his left cheek added to his fierce appearance.

"Name?" he asked, his tone concise and to the point.

"Lone Wolf," Su Yuntao answered truthfully.

The man nodded, indicating that Su Yuntao should pay the registration fee. Su Yuntao took out a bag containing gold soul coins from his pocket. The man took it, weighed it in his hand, and without opening it to count the coins carefully, casually tossed it into the counter.

"Registration is complete. Go wait in the back area."

Su Yuntao nodded in agreement, and just as he turned around, a leisurely voice came from behind him.

"You have a strong fighting spirit. Come to the army. This place is the best for you and a holy land for battle."

Su Yuntao turned around in surprise, only to see the middle-aged man looking at him calmly, as if the words he had just spoken had not come from his own mouth.

Tang Shan, who was standing nearby, was also somewhat surprised.

“No need,” Su Yuntao politely declined. “I do like fighting, but I don’t like war. The army is more about war than fighting.”

After saying that, he walked with Tang Shan toward the waiting area.

Faced with the rejection, the middle-aged man was not angry. Instead, he murmured to himself with a hint of regret, "Such a strong fighting spirit. If you nurture him properly, he might become a future battlefield weapon. What a pity, what a pity. Why do you all dislike war and choose simple combat instead?"

Before he finished speaking, a phantom image of a long sword that seemed to slaughter the world appeared and disappeared behind the man in an instant.

Upon reaching the waiting area, the two quietly awaited the start of the battle. Tang Shan gave Su Yuntao a somewhat strange look and asked, "Brother, don't you feel like your luck has been a little off lately?"

Su Yuntao looked puzzled: "Luck? There's nothing wrong with it."

Tang Shan nodded seriously, verbally agreeing with "Yeah, no problem," but inwardly he was thinking: That man just now looked like he was quite strong, and you ran into him as soon as you entered the Soul Arena. Is that what you call no problem?

Not long after, it was Su Yuntao's turn to take the stage. His opponent was an ordinary two-ring Great Soul Master, whom he quickly defeated and then calmly stepped down from the stage. When he released his Martial Soul, his second thousand-year-old Soul Ring was revealed for the first time in Iron Wall City, instantly causing quite a stir.

On a seat in the stands, a man stared at the thousand-year soul ring at Su Yuntao's feet, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He muttered to himself, "Such a genius, I wonder if the Crown Prince is interested. I must go back and report."

Tang Shan watched several of Su Yuntao's battles and saw that he crushed his opponents without encountering any obstacles. He went up to greet him and then left the battle arena.

Su Yuntao was going to train in the Soul Arena, and Tang Shan naturally didn't want to fall behind, so he also wanted to seize the time to improve his strength.

After a brief stroll around the city, Tang Shan easily found a blacksmith shop. After all, this was a major military town; in case of an emergency and weapons couldn't be transported in time, repairing damaged equipment and putting it back into service was an unavoidable option.

After paying a gold soul coin, Tang Shan rented a forging room, bought some raw materials, and locked himself inside, preparing to forge in seclusion.

The moment the martial spirit possessed him, soul power fluctuations emanated from his body. Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones cracking, Tang Shan's body rapidly expanded, his muscle lines becoming more defined, containing terrifying power.

He didn't rush into action, but instead quietly sensed the soul power consumption within his body after his martial soul was activated, carefully calculating the difference compared to before. After a while, Tang Shan reached a conclusion: it seems that my cultivation direction hasn't deviated overall. Developing my body through martial arts does indeed greatly promote the fusion of my martial soul and body, significantly reducing soul power consumption after activating my martial soul. At this fusion speed, even without resources like "Huo Gua" or the bloodline of a certain Golden Dragon King, as long as I reach the peak of the Transformation Realm and break through to the third ring, I can basically meet the requirements for the second awakening of my martial soul, that is, the complete fusion of the martial soul and my body. This process will probably take about three years.

Having finalized his training plan, Tang Shan picked up a piece of iron and started the bellows. Flames roared, radiating terrifying heat that instantly raised the temperature of the forging room by several degrees.

The grayish-black raw material gradually turned red-hot and began to soften slowly.

Tang Shan took out a forging hammer from his soul tool, weighed it in his hand, and frowned: his physical fitness had improved again recently, and this hammer was becoming a bit awkward to use. He would have to forge a heavier and more handy one in a while.