Douluo Continent: I can overdraft the future in advance

In front of his parents, Luo Yun forced an awkward smile.

Both parents' chopsticks froze in mid-air.

"Yoon...Yoona?" Luo Xing put down her chopsticks, stood up, and frowned as she looked him up and down. "What's wrong with you...?"

"Father, Mother," Luo Yun scratched his head, his smile more like a grimace, "would you believe me if I said my martial soul has evolved?"

The restaurant was silent for three seconds.

Luo Xing walked up to him, stared at his face for a long time, and then went around to look behind him—Luo Yun's clothes were on properly, and the pattern on his back was not showing to his parents.

"So," Luo Xing's voice carried a complex, indescribable emotion, "your change in appearance is due to the evolution of your martial soul?"

"Really." Luo Yun nodded vigorously, his expression as sincere as could be. "Last night I absorbed a piece of ice marrow, and then... this happened."

Luo Xing remained silent for a while, then slowly sat back down in his chair, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down again.

"Can martial soul evolution make a person more attractive?" he asked.

Luo Yun opened his mouth, unsure how to answer the question.

After recovering from her shock, Lin walked over, took Luo Yun's hand, and looked him up and down. Her eyes were red, but the corners of her mouth were turned up.

"So what if he looks better!" she said, her tone carrying an undeniable certainty. "What's wrong with that? He looks much better than before! My son was already good-looking, but now he's even more so!"

Luo Yun was stunned for a moment.

"Mother, don't you find it strange?"

"What's so strange?" Lin held his hand tightly, becoming more and more satisfied with what she saw. She reached out and brushed the hair on Luo Yun's forehead, smoothing out the few strands of icy blue hair. She took a step back, examined him closely, and nodded.

"This color is beautiful, just like it was born this way. It'll make it easier for her to find a wife later; what girl doesn't like a pretty girl?"

Luo Yun's lips twitched.

Looking for a wife?

He is only twelve years old this year.

"Mother, I'm still young—"

"What do you mean 'little'? Your dad was already dating me when he was your age." Lin rolled her eyes at him, turned around to set the breakfast table, and muttered, "My son is so handsome now, he'll definitely have a lot of female classmates who like him when he goes to school..."

Luo Yun sat at the dining table, with only one thought in his mind.

Is this the rule of Douluo Continent?

Martial spirit evolution, sudden appearance change—so many absurd things have happened, yet his mother's focus is on "finding a wife"?

He picked up the bowl of porridge, took a sip, and sighed inwardly.

Love Continent, as expected of Love Continent.

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After finishing his meal, Luo Yun went to Master Fang's courtyard.

Master Fang was polishing a piece of metal in his workshop when he heard footsteps. He looked up and stopped using his tools.

He looked at Luo Yun, sized him up, then put down his tools and leaned back in his chair.

"What's going on with you?"

Luo Yun sat down opposite him and repeated what he had told his parents. During the evolution of his martial soul, an unexpected incident occurred during the absorption of the ice marrow, resulting in changes to his appearance—his hair and eyes changed color.

After listening, Master Fang did not speak immediately. He stared at Luo Yun for a long time, his gaze sweeping over his face and hair.

His eyes held not only surprise and disbelief, but also a touch of emotion.

"Your martial spirit... gives me a feeling..." He paused, "It makes me feel that it's not just as simple as evolution."

Luo Yun hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth.

"I am now the ultimate ice, the Ice Phoenix."

Master Fang fell silent again. He raised his head and looked at Luo Yun.

"Your talent far exceeds my expectations."

Luo Yun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Master Fang waved his hand, interrupting him.

"Don't tell me it's all about good luck. Lots of people are lucky, but how many can get this far?" He stood up, walked to the workbench, picked up the unfinished piece of metal, then put it down. "Alright, go back and rest. You can also try out your evolved martial spirit these next few days to let your body adapt. I already have an idea for your inner armor; it should be finished before school starts."

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The rest of the holiday passed quickly.

After returning, Luo Yun began testing the evolved martial spirit.

First Soul Skill: Ice Mist.

He stood in the courtyard, activated his first spirit ring, and spat out a cloud of icy mist. The mist spread through the air, covering most of the courtyard. The temperature was alarmingly low; a layer of frost formed on the courtyard walls, and the stone slabs on the ground creaked from the cold.

He felt the deceleration effect—it was much stronger than before.

The speed reduction was originally 20%, but now it's at least 30%. Furthermore, the concentration of the ice mist is higher, and its duration is longer. What used to dissipate in a dozen seconds can now last for almost half a minute.

Second Soul Skill: Ice Thorns.

He crouched down, placed his right hand on the ground, and activated his second spirit ring.

Within a radius of seven meters, the ice thorns can cover the area indiscriminately. If released in a concentrated manner in one direction, the straight-line distance can reach approximately twenty-five meters.

It has increased by nearly three times compared to before.

Third Soul Skill: Ice Blade.

This was the most surprising change for him.

He activated his third spirit ring and waved his right hand—a hundred or so ice blades, each as thin as paper, appeared around him.

With a thought, he unleashed a barrage of ice blades, which flew in droves toward a wooden target in the corner of the courtyard.

"Clap clap clap clap clap—"

The wooden target was instantly shredded into pieces, with wood chips scattered all over the ground.

This isn't an ice blade; it's clearly a myriad of swords returning to their origin.

Moreover, the range of the ice blades has increased significantly. He tested it and found that the furthest range was nearly forty meters, and the accuracy was also much higher than before. Previously, he could only roughly control the direction of the ice blades after they flew out, but now he could control each ice blade independently. Although controlling nearly a hundred ice blades at the same time was very mentally taxing, he had never experienced the feeling of "having each one under his control" before.

But the biggest change is not these three soul skills.

He closed his eyes and sensed the depths of his martial spirit.

He reached out his hand, a thought forming in his mind.

A thin ice crystal, as thin as a cicada's wing, condensed in the air and hovered above his palm. He tried it again, and the ice crystal grew larger, smaller, deformed, split, and merged—all changing according to his will, as if the ice itself was an extension of his body, and he could make it whatever he wanted it to become.

Luo Yun stood in the courtyard, looking at the ice crystals in his palm that kept changing shape, and a thought popped into his mind.

Since we can control ice on our own, can we develop some soul skills that are not granted by the soul ring and are entirely our own?

Luo Yun put away the ice crystal, stood in the courtyard, and smiled slightly.

He gained much more from this holiday than he had expected.

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On the last day of the holiday, Luo Yun stood at the entrance of Shrek Academy, looking at the huge archway, and took a deep breath.

He walked through the tree-lined avenue, past Shrek Square, around Poseidon Lake, and arrived at the dormitory building. The old man was still lying on the deck chair, sunbathing with his eyes closed, as if he had never left.

Luo Yun glanced at Mu En, then went upstairs.

Second floor, room 207, push open the dormitory door.

Inside the room, Chen Jiyong was sitting on the bed, holding a book and muttering to himself. Hearing the door open, he looked up, glanced at the person at the door, and then lowered his head to continue reading.

"You've gone to the wrong place, haven't you?" he said casually. "207, Luo Yun and Chen Jiyong, who are you looking for?"

Luo Yun looked at him, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"You haven't gone to the wrong place. I am Luo Yun."

Chen Jiyong suddenly raised his head, and then the room was silent for two seconds.

The book in his hand involuntarily fell to the ground.