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

"The joy in your eyes is impossible to hide, it's not like I can't see it." Xue Qinghe pursed his lips, his tone teasing, showing no airs of a prince.

"Then Your Highness, I won't stand on ceremony." Tang Shan said, turning to the Serpent Spear Douluo with a respectful attitude: "Senior She, may I ask how one comprehends this will?"

Previously, he believed that willpower was simply the sublimation of skill, but the words of the Serpent Spear Douluo undoubtedly shattered his assumptions, clearly telling him that it is not skill that sublimates willpower, but rather willpower that drives the improvement of skill. This reminded Tang Shan of a saying: it is not that the older something is, the stronger it is, but rather that the stronger something is, the older it is.

"That's no problem at all." Looking at Tang Shan, Serpent Spear Douluo agreed readily, without any of the coldness he had shown towards Chen Zhan before. He even had a faint smile on his face, and his attitude had become much gentler.

What a joke! Both are subordinates of Xue Qinghe, how can a small-time Chen Zhan compare to Tang Shan? He is the first soul ring holder in a thousand years, while you have an ordinary soul ring of many years; his master is a master famous throughout the continent, who is your master or father, and what is his background; he is young but has outstanding talent, and his future is limitless, so he deserves to be cultivated; you are already middle-aged, your cultivation progress has slowed down, and your future potential is limited, so it goes without saying who you should value.

The thoughts flashed through his mind, and the Serpent Spear Douluo calmed himself down, quietly waiting for Tang Shan's question.

"Senior She, how exactly do you mean by having one's own thoughts? Does it mean attaching spiritual power to one's fists and feet?" Tang Shan went straight to the point, asking the question that puzzled him the most.

"Of course not. Mental strength is mental strength, and willpower and thought are willpower and thought. Although the two are related and can assist each other, they are fundamentally different and cannot be confused." Serpent Spear Douluo stroked his beard, his tone calm, clearly having anticipated Tang Shan's doubts.

"I know you find it hard to understand the idea of ​​attaching thoughts to punches and kicks, and you always feel that there is some mystery hidden in it, but I can tell you that there is no complicated mystery, the core is very simple. You must first think clearly about why you are punching and kicking, why you are using this weapon, why you are taking action. You must have a clear and firm goal in mind, and firmly anchor your thoughts and consciousness on this goal, without deviating or wavering. This is the foundation of attaching will."

Upon hearing the word "anchoring," Tang Shan felt a jolt, countless thoughts intertwining and his understanding of will making a leap forward, with most of the previous ambiguity dissipating.

"In fact, some Soul Masters unconsciously incorporate their will into their attacks during life-or-death battles, and this will does have an effect, but they are unaware of it, and this state cannot be actively maintained."

Having grasped the essence of will, Tang Shan listened to the Serpent Spear Douluo's words, pondered briefly, and gave an understanding that greatly satisfied the other party.

"Like killing intent, when you really want to kill your opponent, your attack will contain a strong killing intent. This is the most basic will. People with weak hearts will be intimidated by this will and panic before the battle even begins."

"That's right. It's not difficult to attach one's will to offense and defense. Any Soul Master who has actually fought has had this experience. The real difficulty is to maintain this temporary state for a long time and to actively control and utilize it." The Serpent Spear Douluo slowly spoke, explaining the essence of will in detail.

"We need to find our original motivation for throwing a punch and taking action, set a realistic goal or a belief worth upholding, and then keep practicing it. Every battle after that is a practice and reinforcement of this grand goal. Over time, our will will naturally become stronger and more stable."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge serpent spear suddenly appeared in Serpent Spear Douluo's hand, and a terrifying aura emanated from him, instantly enveloping the entire martial arts arena.

"Words are useless; let me show you the power of my spear!"

With a low shout, the Serpent Spear Douluo slowly thrust out the spear in his hand, the movement slow yet carrying immense force. Tang Shan felt his whole body stiffen, as if he had been targeted by a prehistoric giant python, instantly unable to move. Although he did not feel any pressure from soul power, his entire body seemed to be forcibly bound by some invisible force, even his breathing became suffocating. He could only watch helplessly as the tip of the Serpent Spear approached him inch by inch, a suffocating sense of oppression washing over him.

"This is the power of will, unrestricted by soul power, yet capable of striking directly at the heart. In my view, my spear can be both insidious and ruthless, and also fierce and invincible. This is the core of my spear intent, the belief I have always upheld."

The sharp energy pierced Tang Shan's forehead, causing a sharp pain, and the voice of the Serpent Spear Douluo slowly rang in his ears.

The next second, the invisible force binding his body quietly dissipated, and Tang Shan couldn't help but exhale a long breath. He didn't know when, but his back was already covered in a layer of cold sweat, and his heart was still pounding wildly.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior. Today I have truly witnessed the power of willpower and benefited greatly." Tang Shan quickly straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes and solemnly expressed his gratitude to Serpent Spear Douluo.

"It's alright, it's nothing. Compared to your help to His Highness, this simple guidance is nothing at all."

"You flatter me, senior. I only did what I could." Tang Shan didn't dare to take credit and said sincerely, "I only put forward a rough plan to His Highness. The subsequent allocation of manpower and implementation were all arranged by His Highness. I really didn't make much contribution and dare not take credit."

"Young Master and this kid are really alike, always thinking that the other's contribution is greater."

The voice of the Porcupine Douluo rang in the ear of the Serpent Spear Douluo through telepathy.

“His help is real, and he is very talented, so he deserves to be nurtured.”

Serpent Spear Douluo looked at Tang Shan with a serious expression and said solemnly, "If you have any questions about cultivation in the future, you can come and ask me at any time. Don't be shy."

Seeing Tang Shan nod in agreement, Serpent Spear Douluo then transmitted his voice back to Porcupine Douluo: "That's right. When the young master helped this kid back, he told us the same thing. He always said that this kid had helped a lot, and he hadn't done anything. The two of them got along well."

"With the help of someone like Tang Shan, Young Master's great cause will surely succeed." The Porcupine Douluo's tone was full of joy.

……

"Your Highness, is there anything else you need?" Tang Shan felt a little embarrassed looking at Xue Qinghe standing to the side with a smile. He had been so focused on his cultivation and asking Serpent Spear Douluo for advice that he had left Xue Qinghe, his golden thigh, out in the cold. It was really inappropriate, so he quickly tried to make amends.

Xue Qinghe looked at Tang Shan with curiosity, her gentle smile revealing a genuine sincerity. Her tone was as friendly as ever: "There's nothing to instruct me on. As I said, your greatest help to me is to focus on your cultivation and grow as quickly as possible. That's more effective than anything else. Also, you don't need to be so polite to me. Don't always treat me like a prince. Just treat me like a friend. There's no need to be so reserved."

"Then Your Highness, I will not stand on ceremony. I will certainly not fail Your Highness's trust and will devote myself to cultivation to grow as quickly as possible."

Although Tang Shan still spoke politely, his body was completely relaxed, and his tone was much more natural, without the previous restraint.

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Chapter 80 The Iron Wall City in the Night (Please read, subscribe, and favorite)

"How about this? Didn't you say you'd just tell me what you need? How about we take a stroll around Ironwall City together tonight?"

Seeing that Tang Shan was no longer restrained, Xue Qinghe's heart stirred, and he made a suggestion.

Good relationships are cultivated gradually. Xue Qinghe naturally wanted to keep such an outstanding genius firmly in his grasp, and it was worthwhile to put in more effort for it.

"no problem."

Tangshan didn't think much of it and readily agreed.

Not long after returning to the hall, Su Yuntao, who was in a special state, slowly regained consciousness. He looked around at his surroundings blankly, feeling that they were somewhat familiar, but his mind was still hazy, and he couldn't immediately realize where he was.

"Big brother, you're awake? How are you feeling?"

Tang Shan's concerned voice rang in his ears, and Su Yuntao gradually came back to his senses.

"Shanzi, what are you doing here? Where am I?"

Su Yuntao stood up, subconsciously moved his limbs, looked up at Tang Shan who was full of concern, and asked.

Although he already knew from Chen Zhan that Su Yuntao would be fine, Tang Shan finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Su Yuntao wake up. Following Chen Zhan's words, he explained the whole story in detail.

"I never expected that person to have such a special relationship with Sword Douluo."

After hearing the whole story, Su Yuntao couldn't help but sigh.

"Big brother, what are you thinking?"

Tang Shan looked at Su Yuntao, whose demeanor had changed somewhat, and couldn't help but ask.

"Shanzi, do you have any suggestions? I can't make up my mind about this on my own."

Su Yuntao then sought opinions from Tangshan.

"You don't need to worry about your master. The key is whether that cultivation method suits you. Anyway, according to that person's description, it seems pretty good." Tang Shan's meaning was clear: Su Yuntao becoming Chen Zhan's disciple would not affect his identity as a master's disciple.

“I’ll talk to him more in the next few days and find out more about him.”

After saying that, Su Yuntao turned to Xue Qinghe, his face full of gratitude: "Your Highness, I was so grateful for that senior's help just now. If it weren't for his help, I would probably have been forced to become his disciple."

Su Yuntao already knew about Chen Zhan's attempt to force him to become his disciple, and he was naturally very grateful to Xue Qinghe for stopping him.

"It's alright. He's still one of my Soul Masters, I won't let anyone bully him."

Xue Qinghe didn't take this small matter to heart. After exchanging a few pleasantries with Su Yuntao, his gaze fell on Tang Shan.

"I'm a little curious about your method of cultivating the physical body. I wonder if I could ask you for some guidance?"

"A method of physical cultivation?" Tang Shan was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized that the other party was obviously referring to his own cultivation method, which was similar to traditional Chinese martial arts.

"Of course you can, but this method is very difficult to practice and you have to stick to it for a long time to see results."

Tangshan agreed, but also gave a heads-up in advance.

He was able to make such rapid progress in physical cultivation thanks to the assistance of his first soul skill. If it were any other soul master, no matter how high their talent or how strong their blood and qi, they would certainly need to persevere even if they didn't have to train in the coldest winter and hottest summer.

"It's alright, I'm not aiming for great results anyway. As long as it strengthens my body, that's fine. After all, my talent for cultivating soul power is just average. It's better to find a cultivation technique that can improve my physical condition and make my body more energetic..."

Upon hearing Xue Qinghe say that his soul power talent was not good, Tang Shan thought to himself: I believe you one hundred percent. You definitely don't have an angelic martial soul or a full-level innate soul power of level 20.

……

"So, Yun Tao might be going to take someone as his master? And that person is Sword Douluo Chen Xin's grand-nephew?"

In the hotel, Su Haichao looked at his two sons and felt a little unreal.

Since arriving in Ironwall City, surprises have been nonstop. First, Tang Shan and Su Yuntao joined the ranks of the First Prince of Tiandou, and now we hear that Su Yuntao may become an apprentice. It's truly one good thing after another.

"Shanzi, what do you think about this?" Having managed to calm himself down a bit, Su Haichao, like Su Yuntao, sought Tang Shan's opinion.

Tang Shan's answer remained the same: let Su Yuntao make his own decision. He wouldn't object, and if the cultivation method was truly suitable, there was nothing wrong with him becoming a disciple.

"In that case, Yuntao, you can decide for yourself."

Hearing his father's words of advice, Su Yuntao patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, even if I really do become his apprentice, I'll still get as much benefit as possible from him."

If Chen Zhan knew Su Yuntao's intentions, he would probably regret it. This wasn't about taking on a disciple; it was about inviting back an ancestor.

Has His Highness said when he will depart?

After finishing their chatter, Su Haichao's expression became more serious as he looked at the two of them.

"They didn't say the exact time, but it'll probably be in the next day or two."

Tang Shan stroked his chin and looked at Su Haichao: "Dad, do you want to come with us then?"

Su Haichao shook his head without hesitation: "After all, he is the Crown Prince of Heaven Dou. It's not good for me, an ordinary Soul Master from the Spirit Hall, to get too close to him. Besides, I have some business to attend to in Iron Wall City. I ran into a few friends I knew from my youth. You can just follow the Crown Prince's convoy."

After saying that, he took out a token from his pocket and handed it to Su Yuntao: "After you arrive in Heaven Dou City, go to the Spirit Hall and give the token to the staff there. It would be even better if you could meet Bishop Salas and see if he could help you travel the continent. Even if he is unwilling to help you because you joined the Heaven Dou Empire, the First Prince will probably have a way."

“Yes, Father.” Su Yuntao took the token, while Tang Shan stood aside without saying a word.

He didn't intend to reveal his guess that Su Yuntao's joining Xue Qinghe's forces wouldn't be affected by the Spirit Hall. After all, this involved Xue Qinghe's true identity. Su Yuntao just needed to enjoy the benefits from both sides, maintain his relationship with Xue Qinghe, and leave that to him.

As darkness fell, countless stars dotted the dark sky, and moonlight shone down, adding a touch of tranquility and mystery to the entire city.

Although night had fallen, Ironwall City was far from deserted; on the contrary, it was becoming increasingly lively. Various stalls lined both sides of the street, some selling legitimate goods and others selling novel trinkets. Lights were lit up one by one, illuminating the street with a warm yellow glow. The shouts, calls, and laughter of pedestrians mingled together, creating a vibrant and bustling atmosphere.

Serpent Spear Douluo drove a simple carriage slowly through the streets of Ironwall City. Xue Qinghe was not wearing the python robe that belonged to a prince, but had changed into a simple and neat outfit. He sat on the side of the carriage door, his legs dangling in the air. His noble air had quietly dissipated, replaced by a rare sense of ease.

Tang Shan sat by the door on the other side, his legs dangling outside the car. The cool night breeze, carrying the smells of street life, blew away the fatigue of days of hard work, allowing his tense mind to relax completely.

Neither of them spoke, quietly experiencing the liveliness of Ironwall City, immersed in this atmosphere of everyday life, their thoughts unusually in sync: If only things could stay this peaceful forever, they truly wished time could stop at this moment.

A rich aroma wafted into his nostrils, pulling Tang Shan back from his wandering thoughts. He subconsciously yawned, and the night breeze made his mind even clearer and calmer.

Not far away, an elderly man slowly pushed a food cart over. On the cart was a huge iron plate, and meat patties glistened with an enticing golden luster under the heat of the flames. The fat sizzled and the rich aroma of meat spread from the cart in all directions. Many passersby gathered around, eager to buy this golden and crispy delicacy.

"Pause!"

Xue Qinghe shouted, and with a light flick of his spear and Roman whip, the tall steed slowly came to a stop under his skillful control.

"Grandpa, give me three meat pies."

Xue Qinghe jumped out of the car, walked to the dining car, and spoke with a gentle smile.

"Alright, young man, that's fifteen copper soul coins in total."

The old man agreed verbally, but his hands didn't stop. He quickly packed up the three steaming, glistening meat pies and handed them over.

Xue Qinghe frowned and reached into his pocket to take out money, but after searching for a long time, all he could find were gold soul coins, not even a single copper soul coin.

"Sir, keep the change."

Tang Shan noticed Xue Qinghe's predicament, quickly jumped off the car, and took out a silver soul coin from his pocket, placing it on the old man's stall.