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

"it is good."

Dugu Yan agreed and approached the head of the faceless snake. However, after taking only a few steps, her eyes glazed over and the snake disappeared again.

"Grandpa, I can't see it again."

Dugu Bo also felt that he had lost the ability to observe this soul beast, but fortunately he was prepared.

Click!

The thick snake body twisted, and a series of crisp sounds of bones breaking rang out. The severely injured Faceless Snake could no longer maintain its faceless invisibility ability and was forced to reveal itself.

At this moment, its entire body was covered in large areas of broken gray scales, and a large amount of blood was gushing from its wide-open mouth. The snake was convulsing and spasming involuntarily, clearly indicating that it was exhaling more than it was inhaling.

"Hurry up, this guy's about to die."

Dugu Bo hurriedly reminded him.

This time, there were no further setbacks; the sharp dagger was plunged into the snake's head, piercing straight into its brain.

Perhaps already severely injured, the Faceless Serpent only twitched symbolically before completely losing its life.

The specks of light converged on the snake's body, eventually transforming into a deep yellow soul ring, with a faint hint of purple within it.

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Dugu Bo, who had returned to human form, watched his granddaughter sit cross-legged absorbing the soul ring and nodded slightly. Overall, the soul hunt went smoothly. If there was anything regrettable, it was that his granddaughter's physical condition hadn't kept up, and she ultimately failed to obtain the second soul ring after a thousand years. However, obtaining the second soul ring after nine hundred years was already quite good, especially considering it was from a top-tier soul beast like the Faceless Serpent.

Turning my head, I looked back at the entire sunset forest.

At this moment, it was dusk. The red sun that had illuminated the continent had softened its scorching rays and hung in the sky, casting a soft golden-red glow over the entire Sunset Forest.

The leaves on the treetops were dyed half gold and half red, and when the wind blew, tiny specks of light fell and blended with the crimson clouds in the sky.

That's how Sunset Forest got its name.

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Time neither stops nor speeds up for anyone. Morning dew condenses and disperses, leaves turn green and then yellow, and three years slip away quietly between dawn and dusk.

Tangshan fell into a routine of practice and life.

After completing his two daily practice goals—practicing resonance and cultivating soul power—he would go to the library on the first floor of the bishop's building to read. The abundant resources there greatly broadened his horizons and provided him with a lot of inspiration.

On weekends, he would return to the Prince's Mansion to instruct Xue Qinghe in internal martial arts, discuss the current situation within the Empire, and take a look at the collection of his own martial spirit.

Since even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has been notified, Tang Shan will naturally tell Xue Qinghe about cultivating his own martial soul so that the other party can also start looking for it in advance.

As for whether telling Ning Fengzhi was an act of aiding the enemy, Tang Shan felt that it was not entirely the case—after all, Xue Qinghe and Ning Fengzhi currently share largely the same interests, so there was no question of aiding the enemy.

Moreover, cultivating Soul Masters is no child's play. Not to mention the huge amount of resources required, if it really comes to the final step, and Ning Fengzhi is unable to see the situation clearly and is determined to go against Xue Qinghe like a stubborn turtle eating a weight, how much can those original Soul Masters grow in just a few years?

It's important to understand that these are all ordinary Soul Masters, not the protagonist group that appears every ten thousand years, nor Yun Ming, who was more like a protagonist than a protagonist in the third stage of Douluo Continent. They are all ordinary Soul Masters. Being able to achieve a title before the age of fifty is already a gift from heaven. By the time they grow up, Tang Shan doesn't even know how strong they really are. The so-called aiding the enemy is just nonsense.

It is worth mentioning that in the second month after Tang Shan defeated Xu Siyue, Dugu Yan from the Dugu family also joined the Tiandou Royal Academy. Due to Emperor Xueye's secret opening of the small stove, Tang Shan, Dugu Yan, and Yu Tianheng gradually became acquainted.

Or rather, it should be said that the two were acquainted with Tang Shan. Dugu Yan and Yu Tianheng could only be described as acquaintances. One of them was naturally aloof, while the other was completely absorbed in cultivation. Even though three years had passed, the two had only barely managed to become friends.

As for the members of the Emperor Team in the original work, apart from Ye Lingling, whose martial soul is the Nine-Hearted Begonia, no one else can keep up with the three. There's no way around it; under the influence of Tang Shan, the talent and growth rate of most people in the Douluo Continent have already deviated from their original trajectory and are rushing towards an unknown direction.

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At the Spirit Hall in Notting City, Su Yuntao looked up at this place she hadn't seen in so long, feeling a mix of emotions.

He has been traveling across the mainland for three years. During these three years, he has worked as a mercenary, joined the Soul Hunter Corps, fought with people over small gains, and saved ordinary people who were seriously injured.

His strength has also improved by leaps and bounds in the past three years. He has experienced several major crises, but he has managed to turn the tide almost every time and has gained a lot. Now, his Soul Master cultivation has reached the Soul Venerable level. With such a speed of cultivation, people would believe that he was born with full Soul Power.

In terms of internal martial arts, it is only one step away from mastering the power of internal force. The head alone is enough to train the internal force throughout the whole body, and break through naturally.

After three years of traveling in mainland China, Su Yuntao, now twenty-one, has shed the naivety of her youth and gained a calm and reserved temperament—a composure that comes from life-and-death struggles, a serenity that comes from witnessing the vicissitudes of life, and a serenity that comes from the passage of time. Although traces of her younger self can still be found in her eyes, they are now filled with stories of the mundane world.

Originally, she decided to set off again, but thinking of her younger brother and father whom she hadn't seen for a long time, Su Yuntao decided to rest for a while first.

After making his decision, he did not immediately go to Tiandou City, but instead returned to Notting City, where he had grown up.

"Here are your Gold Soul Coins, take them."

Su Yuntao passed by a middle-aged man who was simply dressed, had thick lips, and looked somewhat weathered. She subconsciously glanced back at him and felt that he looked somewhat familiar, but she didn't think much of it.

Upon entering the Spirit Hall, Su Yuntao saw a young man at the counter. She stepped forward and gently knocked on his door: "Hello, is Grandpa Matthew here?"

The young man, who was writing with his head down, was somewhat surprised. He remembered that after the old temple master's family left, almost no one called Matthew No. 1 anymore. He subconsciously looked up and saw the young man in front of him whose temperament had changed drastically, but whose brows were somewhat familiar. He squinted and confirmed for a moment before exclaiming, "You are Su Yuntao."

Su Yuntao was somewhat surprised. He didn't expect that after so many years away, someone would still recognize him. He felt a little embarrassed. The other person recognized him, but he really didn't have much of an impression of the young man in front of him.

He asked hesitantly, "Who are you?"

"I've been following Deacon Matthew around, learning how to handle the distribution of Gold Soul Coins. You might not know me, just call me Xiao Wang. By the way, the Spirit Hall saw that Deacon Matthew was getting on in years, so they gave him a relatively easy job, basically just looking after the equipment room. But his treatment is still the same as before. Occasionally, the deacon will come down to sit for a while and distribute Gold Soul Coins. The deacon should be upstairs in the equipment room now."

Just then, someone walked into the Spirit Hall. Xiao Wang quickly lowered his head to deal with the situation and took the opportunity to say to Su Yuntao, "Young Hall Master, nothing has changed here. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't take you on a tour."

"it is good."

Su Yuntao agreed and turned to go up the stairs, feeling a little emotional—he never expected that after all these years, someone would still call him that.

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Holy Soul Village, one of the towns under the jurisdiction of Nottingham City

At dawn, the first rays of sunlight broke free from the shackles of night, crossing the distant mountains and forests, and gently sprinkling onto the rooftops and ridges of Shenghun Village.

Golden rays of light, like a pair of gentle hands, brushed across the sleeping rooftops, drawing wisps of smoke from each household's chimney, which then slowly unfurled in the cool morning breeze.

In a secluded blacksmith shop in the village, Tang San, having emerged from his training state, felt his internal energy improve and was quite satisfied.

The Mysterious Heaven Skill truly lives up to its reputation as a Taoist internal energy cultivation method. Even though my internal energy is not fully developed and my meridians are still very flexible, I can still practice it.

He is Tang San, an outer disciple of the Tang Clan of Bashu. Out of curiosity about the sect's supreme mental cultivation techniques and the forging technology of top-notch hidden weapons, he secretly learned the Xuan Tian Bao Lu, the supreme inner sect martial art.

After painstaking research, he finally created the number one mechanical hidden weapon, the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, but was discovered by the elders of the sect and jumped off a cliff to commit suicide.

Does he regret it? He doesn't regret it, but he has some regrets. It's a great regret that he couldn't bring the second-ranked Rain of Pear Blossoms Needle and the third-ranked Peacock Feather into existence.

Fortunately, in the end, I was able to leave the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus to the Tang Clan, which may make up for some of the Tang Clan's investment in nurturing me over the years...

Tang San, who jumped off the cliff with the intention of dying, never expected that when he regained consciousness, he would have become a crying infant. As he grew older, he finally gained a general understanding of his surroundings.

This is the Douluo Continent, which seems to be not much different from his previous life. The only difference is that sometimes the villagers here seem to have some extra tools, but this did not attract Tang San's attention.

His idea was simple: since God had given him a second life, he was determined to make up for all the regrets of his previous life.

P.S.: Thanks to momtv31 for the donation. There's an extra chapter today. As for the battle armor that many readers have complained about, it will definitely be absent for a while in the early stages. Whether it will reappear later is still uncertain. Also, Tang San pops in for a chat.

Chapter 149 Tang Hao's Murderous Intent, the Asura God's Attention

His father was a blacksmith who drank heavily all day long, and most of the money he earned from blacksmithing was spent by his father, Tang Hao, on drinking cheap liquor.

Faced with such a father, Tang San did not feel disgust or dislike. On the contrary, he felt a faint warmth. After all, he was an orphan in his previous life, and he was already very satisfied to have a father in this life.

Moreover, his constant drinking must have been due to some unavoidable hardship. Combined with his mother, whom he had never met since childhood, Tang San naturally had some guesses in his mind.

Feeling the abundant power in his limbs and his stomach constantly protesting, Tang San felt somewhat helpless.

Remembering that his father had gotten drunk again yesterday, he simply rolled off the bed and started boiling water to cook rice porridge by himself.

Fortunately, his body was nourished and strengthened by the Xuan Tian Gong, which made it enough to move the rather large and heavy iron pot. Otherwise, Tang San really wouldn't know how he would cook breakfast.

As the hot water gradually boiled, Tang San grabbed two handfuls of rice from the already thin rice bag and sprinkled them into the pot. The faint aroma of rice gradually filled the air as time went by...

Tang Hao awoke from his drunken stupor, and before he knew it, tears were streaming down his face.

"A-Yin!"

His voice was hoarse and aged, devoid of any vitality.

He sat up in bed, remembering that he seemed to have a son. He shook his head, trying to drive away yesterday's nightmare.

He sat on the bed for quite some time before he shakily stood up, ignoring the excruciating pain from his old injuries, and walked heavily towards the outside.

As soon as I lifted the curtain, a faint aroma of porridge wafted into my nostrils. A thought surfaced in my alcohol-induced haze: "When did I get up to cook breakfast?"

"Dad, are you awake? The porridge will be ready soon."

A child's innocent voice rang out. Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see a little boy, who looked no more than four years old, with dry hair and yellowish skin, standing on a rickety wooden stool, stirring something in a pot with a ladle. At that moment, the boy stopped what he was doing and looked at him with a smile.

"Um……"

Tang Hao simply gave a curt reply and then returned to his room.

He picked up the broken wooden bucket, ignoring the murky cold water inside, and buried his entire head in it.

The cold, impurity-laden water washed over my head, instantly clearing my drowsy mind.

Whoosh!

Suddenly raising his head, water droplets scattered, and after letting out a long breath, Tang Hao casually threw the wooden bucket on the ground and plopped back down on the bed, which creaked under the weight.

Past images and unnoticed details flashed through my mind: several times I'd impulsively wanted to cover my son with a blanket only to find him sitting cross-legged on the bed; he'd never taught me to cook breakfast, yet he'd always done it for me; several times I hadn't drunk much, but I'd noticed my son was always up earlier than me...

He decided to observe further, and a fleeting, powerful surge of soul energy flashed in Tang Hao's eyes. Suddenly, he turned his head and met Tang San, who had just lifted the curtain and entered.

Tang San was startled. In his mind's eye, he felt as if he were being suppressed by a terrifying mountain, but this feeling was fleeting and disappeared in an instant.

Could it be that there are martial artists on this Douluo Continent? Did an unparalleled expert just happen to pass by?

Tang San's heart pounded with alarm, and he subconsciously looked around, but found nothing.

"What is it?"

Tang Hao's voice came, and Tang San, who was relieved to confirm that the powerful figure had apparently left, met Tang Hao's cloudy and dim eyes and said, "Father, breakfast is ready."

"I understand." Tang Hao's reply was very calm. Tang San wanted to ask his father if he knew the true situation of this world, but seeing his father's indifferent expression, he forcibly suppressed the urge.

Forget it, my goal in this life is to recreate the hidden weapons that I failed to make before. My father is a blacksmith, so I can work on it. Even if there are martial artists in this world, what does that have to do with a kid from a small Holy Soul Village like me?

Thinking of this, Tang San left his father's room. Tang Hao watched Tang San leave, remaining silent for a long time.

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The next morning, after Tang San cooked the porridge, he walked out of the house with light steps and climbed up the small hill that he had been observing for a long time.

At the same time, a burly and imposing figure appeared at the doorway, silently following Tang San who was walking ahead.

He was burly, with muscles as firm as granite, yet he landed without a sound, like a ghost.

He watched the small figure climb the mountain step by step, cross-legged and meditating; he watched him face the rising sun, his breath rising in the purple aura, his eyes filled with a faint purple light.

Watching the other person swiftly descend the hillside with mysterious steps.

Before anyone knew it, a massive, jet-black hammer was already held in one hand. The enormous hammerhead had not yet touched the ground, but the ground was already cracking inch by inch. Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly outwards from the hammerhead.

An overwhelming aura suddenly dissipated, instantly silencing the chirping of insects and birds. Even the wind seemed to be suppressed by this oppressive force, daring not to stir even a little.

A chilling killing intent burst forth from Tang Hao's body, and two cold glints in his eyes pierced through the morning mist, so sharp they seemed to penetrate everything.

He is still my son. Even if I don't care about him, he must never be replaced by an unknown monster!

His right arm muscles bulged, veins stood out, and his immense soul power surged forth. Even as the excruciating pain of his old wound tearing open swept through his body, he paid no heed. He gathered his killing move, waiting for the thunderous strike.

call!

With a long exhale, Tang Hao retracted his martial spirit back into his body and walked heavily toward his blacksmith shop.

Ah Yin is gone, so it doesn't matter whether she has a son or not. If I didn't owe my father, my elder brother, and the sect so much, I would have gone to find her long ago.

Bathed in the morning light, his silhouette appeared so lonely and desolate.

What he didn't notice was that as he prepared to swing the giant hammer, the white patterns on the black hammer also reached their peak, seemingly ready to explode at any moment.

However, as his murderous intent subsided, the white markings on the hammer returned to calm.

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Spirit world

The Asura God, clad in a long robe, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He was almost there; he was about to forcefully intervene in Tang Hao's consciousness to make him rein in his killing intent. But unexpectedly, the other party actually stopped himself in the end.

"Thank goodness, the successor I secretly acquired almost died. That Poseidon guy, he saw all my little tricks, why didn't he keep an eye on things secretly? It's like I'm working for him. I made him share the blame with me, not just let him take advantage of me."

The Asura God felt a sudden toothache, and through the scene before him, he turned his gaze to the child cooking porridge by the stove.

"And this Tang San, how come he's so intimidating, openly cultivating right in front of his father? And what's with this Ghost Shadow Stalking? Doesn't he know to avoid people when using it? Is it reasonable for a four-year-old kid to directly use his self-created soul skill?"

"Forget it, forget it. It'll only be a few dozen days of hard work at most. Once the divine position is passed on, I'll be free."

As he spoke, the Asura God seemed to remember something and chuckled, "Goodness and evil seem to have been acting rather unruly lately, and they seem to be spying on the mortal realm quite often. Fortunately, there is Destruction, otherwise I wouldn't have had the chance to slack off and find a successor."

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