Douluo: Villain Simulator, Starting with an Iron Sword Martial Soul

"Then why are you still practicing?"

Lu Changsheng gripped the iron sword tightly.

"practice."

A genuine hint of appreciation finally appeared in Zhao Yuanshan's eyes.

"it is good."

"Then I'll see just how far you can go with this iron sword."

After training that day, Lu Changsheng returned to his residence alone.

He lived in a small, ordinary house in a corner of the outer courtyard.

After his parents died in battle, the sect provided him with basic necessities, ensuring he had enough to eat and wear, but without any luxurious luxuries.

Lu Changsheng closed the door and sat down cross-legged.

He first circulated his soul power according to the basic meditation method given by the sect.

The drawbacks of having only level two innate soul power quickly became apparent.

Soul power increases very slowly, so slowly that it's frustrating.

At this rate, it will probably take him a long time to break through to level ten. Ning Rongrong, on the other hand, with her innate level nine cultivation, can quickly obtain her first soul ring with just a little training.

That's the difference in talent.

Lu Changsheng was not impatient.

He had seen far too much unfairness in the simulations.

The more unfair it is, the more calm we need to be.

After finishing his cultivation, he summoned the system panel.

A dark red light curtain appeared.

[Host: Lu Changsheng]

Age: Six years old

[Real-life identity: Disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School from outside the family]

[Martial Soul: Iron Sword]

[Innate Soul Power: Level 2]

Current Soul Power: Level 2

[Villain Pollution Level: 1%]

[Current number of simulations: 0]

[Simulating cooling.]

[Next simulation to begin: 30 days from now.]

Lu Changsheng's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the words "Villain Pollution Value: 1%".

It seems that even a minor villainous role can have an impact on him.

Those twelve years of Luo Chen's memories did indeed cause a slight change in his character.

He became calmer and more accepting of manipulation, exploitation, and failure.

This may not necessarily be a bad thing.

But if one day the pollution level becomes too high, will he still be the same person he is now?

Lu Changsheng remained silent for a moment, then put away the panel.

It's too early to think about these things now.

He was too weak; the weak have no right to worry about the cost of power.

Thirty days later, he was able to simulate it again.

Next time, he must do better than this time.

They can't just be minor villains; they have to become elite villains.

Only in this way can he receive more rewards.

.........

The night outside the window is getting darker.

Lu Changsheng got up, gripped the iron sword, and began practicing the most basic rapier techniques in the room.

One sword, two swords, three swords.

His movements were not fast, but each sword strike was remarkably steady.

The swordsmanship experience gained from twelve years of simulated life wouldn't directly make his six-year-old body stronger. His physical strength, soul power, and stamina still needed to be honed little by little in reality.

With a clear direction and sufficient experience, his current task is to gradually bring his physical body in reality up to the sword in his mind.

It was midnight.

Lu Changsheng's arms ached, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

But he didn't stop.

Because he remembered Tang Hao's palm strike.

I also remember the feeling of helplessness when I collapsed under the cold moon.

He didn't want to die so easily again.

Whether in a simulation or in reality.

The iron sword thrust out again and again.

Moonlight shone through the window onto the sword.

The gray-black blade remained ordinary.

However, upon closer inspection, one can discover that a faint, dark red pattern seems to be emerging from the deepest part of the sword.

The pattern flashed by in an instant.

Like blood.

It's like the traces left by a failed villain's life.

…………

For the next month, Lu Changsheng's days became extremely regular.

We gathered at the outer courtyard in the early morning.

In the morning, basic physical training was conducted.

In the afternoon, I focused on meditation and mastering my martial spirit.

In the evening, after the Class B training team disbanded.

He would stay behind alone and practice swordsmanship with Zhao Yuanshan for half an hour.

At night, I would return to my little room and practice alone.

These days are tough.

For a six-year-old child, it could even be described as torture.

But Lu Changsheng never complained of being tired.

Zhao Yuanshan originally thought he could last for three to five days at most.

After all, many children in the sect have a sense of novelty when they first start cultivating.

However, as time goes on, physical pain and slow growth of soul power occur, and the gap in talent becomes more and more obvious, causing many people to become lax.

Especially for children like Lu Changsheng, whose innate soul power is only level two.

Because even after putting in the effort, it's difficult to see immediate results.

This is the most agonizing part.

But Lu Changsheng was different; he arrived earliest and left latest every day.

When practicing swordsmanship, his movements are always steady. Even if his arms tremble and his palms are blistered, he simply bandages them and continues to swing his sword.

Zhao Yuanshan initially thought the child had a good character.

Later, it slowly turned into surprise.

Later on, even he couldn't quite understand Lu Changsheng anymore.

How can a six-year-old child be so ruthless?

It's not about being ruthless to others, but about being ruthless to yourself.

That evening.

The disciples in the training ground had already dispersed.