Douluo Dragon King: My Martial Soul is Kamen Rider!

The next morning, soft sunlight streamed into the room through the window, falling warmly on Zhou Yang. He stretched lazily, slowly opened his eyes, and a long-lost sense of peace and tranquility welled up in his heart. This was the first time in many years that he had woken up naturally without being disturbed by anything.

Since a few years ago, a Hyper Kabuto would automatically spawn next to him in the morning, he has never overslept. After all, if he doesn't get up, someone will get up for him.

Who among you understands waking up early in the morning to see Hyper Kabuto wielding the Hundred Insect Sword, and if you don't get up, you'll hear the liberating feeling of "ALL ZECTER COMBINE" in your ears?

Sometimes, pink (gritting teeth) knights or other knights will appear together to educate them.

Then Zhou Yang glanced at the time and was surprised to find that his biological clock had already returned to its usual shape, and he shed healthy tears.

Thinking that he was staying in someone else's house and couldn't just sit idly by, Zhou Yang got up and left his room. He instinctively headed towards the kitchen, and by the time he realized it, he had already tied on an apron and was skillfully preparing breakfast.

He shook his head helplessly, feeling his body, which had been used to being trained. Although he was somewhat unwilling, he had to admit that the strict person who was like a teacher had trained his cooking skills and various other skills to the top level. Cooking was already a piece of cake for him.

As soon as Yali came out of her room, she smelled the aroma wafting from the kitchen. When she walked to the kitchen door, the scene in front of her made her freeze again. The familiar scene, the familiar figure, the familiar smell, and the appearance subtly overlapped with the image in her memory. The bold guess in her heart became more and more certain.

She nimbly walked into the kitchen, praising him gently, "Zhou Yang, you're such a diligent child! You even know how to make breakfast, that's amazing! You should go and rest, I'll take care of these, you don't need to work so hard."

"No need to trouble you, senior. I'm used to it. It'll be over soon." Zhou Yang declined with a smile, his hands continuing to work.

Seeing this, Ya Li wasn't annoyed. She rolled up her sleeves and joined in, preparing breakfast with Zhou Yang. The two worked together in a surprisingly harmonious way. One chopped vegetables, the other stir-fried; one handed over seasonings, the other set the plates. There was no awkwardness at all, as if they had cooked together many times before. Their natural chemistry surprised Zhou Yang.

While cooking, Ya Li jokingly mentioned that Na'er had a big appetite and asked Zhou Yang to cook more. Zhou Yang responded with a smile, saying that he had already witnessed Na'er's appetite at the food street yesterday. The two chatted happily, and the atmosphere was particularly warm.

Before long, a sumptuous breakfast was ready, its aroma filling the entire courtyard.

Na'er, drawn by the aroma, groggily ran out of her room. Her eyes lit up when she saw the table full of delicious food. She quickly ran to the table and was about to pick up her chopsticks when she heard Ya Li say that this was Zhou Yang's breakfast.

Na'er's eyes widened instantly, her face full of disbelief. She looked Zhou Yang up and down with a suspicious gaze, unable to believe that the person who had stolen her fried chicken and bullied her yesterday could actually make such a sumptuous breakfast.

But that doubt vanished the moment she tasted her first bite of breakfast.

The porridge was soft, sticky, and sweet; the side dishes were refreshing and delicious; and the fried egg was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Every dish was incredibly delicious. Na'er was instantly won over and, without saying a word, buried her head in her food and began to devour it, just like when she was fighting over fried chicken yesterday.

Looking at her greedy appearance, Zhou Yang couldn't help but chuckle. Instantly, the image of Tang Wulin eating in front of him flashed into his mind. The two little ones' expressions were somewhat similar, and he couldn't help but feel a little sentimental.

Ya Li slowly savored her breakfast, a satisfied smile on her face. She praised, "Zhou Yang, your cooking is amazing! These dishes must have been developed and refined by you yourself, right?"

Zhou Yang didn't think much of it and nodded in agreement: "Yes, I usually live alone and figured it out slowly."

Upon hearing this, Yali's smile widened, a meaningful glint appearing in her eyes, but she said nothing more.

After breakfast, Ya Li wiped her mouth and looked at Zhou Yang, her tone warm: "Zhou Yang, you're already level 30, it's time to prepare to acquire your third soul ring and soul spirit. If you trust me, I can help you find a powerful and suitable soul spirit."

Zhou Yang smiled and replied, "Thank you, senior. I'm available anytime."

"No rush." ​​Ya Li gently shook her head and earnestly suggested, "I suggest you don't rush to absorb new soul spirits for now. Instead, you can increase the age of your existing soul spirits, that is, ascend them. In this way, even if your mental strength is insufficient, you won't have to add an extra soul spirit to increase your mental strength burden. Moreover, the benefits after ascending are obvious."

Zhou Yang instantly understood Ya Li's meaning. The so-called "spirit ascension" was a method to increase the age of the soul spirit, which was normally the correct choice.

In the timeline of Douluo Continent III, people acquire spirit rings by absorbing spirits. The number and strength of spirits absorbed are limited by one's mental strength level; the more spirits absorbed, the higher the required mental strength. The age of the spirits also affects the number of spirit rings provided; the older the spirit, the more spirit rings it provides.

Ascension can increase the lifespan of a soul's soul rings, allowing a soul spirit to provide more soul rings and enabling the soul master to absorb higher-level soul spirits in the future.

However, these settings were actually quite irrelevant to Zhou Yang. His power came from the power of the Demon King and the Knight System. The Soul Rings were merely a way to conceal his identity. The power of the Demon King could upgrade his Soul Rings and change their color at any time, so whether or not he upgraded them was completely irrelevant to him. However, in order to avoid trouble, he nodded in agreement with Ya Li's words.

"Okay, I'll follow your instructions, senior."

Seeing that he agreed, Ya Li smiled with relief: "Then it's settled. A week later, I'll take you to the Ascension Platform and help you complete your ascension."

After finishing breakfast, Yali's complexion was exceptionally rosy. The pent-up frustration that had been building up inside her for years seemed to have been washed away by the warm meal, making her look much lighter. Na'er, observing her teacher's transformation, was filled with surprise and wondered to herself if there was some magical ingredient hidden in that breakfast.

After learning that Zhou Yang had made breakfast, Na'er was unwilling to be someone who ate and stayed for free. She took the initiative to clean up the dishes and took them into the kitchen to wash them, expressing her small token of appreciation in her own way.

Zhou Yang stood by the window and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a familiar red figure flashing past not far outside the courtyard. Hyperion stood there quietly, its blue compound eyes expressionless, but the shadows cast upon them made it appear exceptionally sharp.

Zhou Yang: Oh my god, that scared me to death!

Damn it, Kabuto is still chasing me.

Zhou Yang's lips twitched, and his face instantly fell. He could only make up an excuse, tell Ya Li, and hurriedly went out, heading towards Hyperion.

When Zhou Yang left the courtyard, Ya Li seemed to want to stop him and say something, but her hand hovered in mid-air. Watching his departing figure, she finally let it fall, a complicated expression on her face.

Once Zhou Yang left the courtyard, Ya Li's gentle demeanor vanished instantly. Thinking of someone, a sly, mischievous smile crept across her face. She strode into the room, took out her communication device, and lightly pressed a button. The device's display lit up, showing a name—Yao Zhu.

She pondered for a moment, but ultimately didn't dial the number.

Never mind, she'll verify it for a few more days. She'll know for sure whether it's true or false at a glance.