Douluo Dragon King: The Blue Silver Divine Tree, The Holy Dragon Devours the Heavens

The days passed peacefully, and studying and cultivating at the academy became Xu Mengqing's daily routine.

He maintained extreme self-discipline, diligently studying Soul Master theory and cultural knowledge at the academy during the day, and heading straight to the Blue Silver Grass Eight Trigrams Formation in the backyard as soon as he returned home after parting ways with Tang Wulin in the evening.

Having already integrated with this blue silver grass, his connection with it was already inseparable, and the bloodline of the quasi-Blue Silver King was quietly taking shape.

The pale golden patterns on the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul became clearer and clearer. The golden patterns flowed slowly as if they were alive. With each meditation, one could feel the life resonance of Blue Silver Grass from all directions. Even the Blue Silver Grass outside the courtyard and along the roadside could convey a faint but genuine sense of closeness.

His soul power cultivation also steadily increased under these uniquely favorable cultivation conditions. From level six to level seven, level eight... in just one year, he broke through to level nine soul power, only one step away from the peak level ten of a soul warrior.

His physical strength has steadily improved under the high-intensity training and the life force of the Blue Silver Grass, far surpassing that of other Soul Masters of the same age, and even surpassing some senior students.

Xu Zhan and Meng Ling'er watched their son grow up, their hearts filled with joy and pride.

As Xu Zhan watched Xu Mengqing cultivate, he could feel the rich life force and soul power fluctuations within the Blue Silver Grass array, and he was shocked at the time.

He could vaguely sense that his son's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul seemed to have undergone some kind of change, because it seemed to be advantageous to Xu Mengqing. Since Xu Mengqing didn't say anything, he never pressed for details, simply silently protecting him from the sidelines. Of course, he also taught him some practical combat techniques and cultivation experience in his spare time. However, with his Soul Master cultivation level, it was good at first, but the further he progressed... sigh...

Na'er, thanks to her older brother, had a good time in her regular class. She was naturally cute and had a gentle, obedient personality, and gradually made several close friends, shedding her previous timidity. Every day after school, she would skip and hop to the backyard, waiting for Xu Mengqing to finish his training, chattering excitedly about the fun things that happened in class, or taking out the snacks she had secretly hidden and stuffing them into her brother's hands.

She only feels a little down when cultivation is mentioned. However, she recovers quickly with Xu Mengqing's comforting words.

The sun was blazing and bright today, its golden rays bathing the entire campus in a warm glow.

In the classroom, Tang Wulin looked at Xu Mengqing in shock and said, "Mengqing, you're about to break through to level ten so quickly?"

Xu Mengqing nodded. "Yes, I can feel it. If nothing unexpected happens, I should be able to break through to level ten tonight."

Tang Wulin was somewhat incredulous, his eyes revealing a hint of envy. He and Xu Mengqing both possessed innate level three soul power, and their martial souls were both Blue Silver Grass. Normally, their soul power levels shouldn't be too far apart.

Three months ago, he had only reached level 8, but Xu Mengqing was already close to level 10, and was the first person in the class to break through to level 10. "Mengqing, I really doubt that your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass?" Tang Wulin felt a little bitter, but still congratulated her. "However, congratulations Mengqing, you are about to become a Soul Master."

Seeing Tang Wulin's somewhat dejected expression, Xu Mengqing comforted him, "Don't worry, I believe you'll become a Soul Master soon too."

"Hmm, I need to make the most of my time to cultivate." Back in his seat, Tang Wulin began to meditate, making the most of every minute. His only friend was about to reach level ten, which gave Tang Wulin a sense of urgency, especially since they had started from the same point.

My family says they understand!

The pressure is immense!

My good brother, the intense competition is indescribable; the pain is beyond words.

In the afternoon, school let out early today. Xu Mengqing didn't rush to leave when she arrived at the school gate, while Tang Wulin said goodbye to Xu Mengqing and left first. He still had to go to Mangtian to forge iron today.

Before long, a streak of silver light came running from the direction of the main teaching building.

"Brother," Na'er called softly.

"Na'er, slow down, don't fall!" Xu Mengqing said to Na'er with a doting expression.

Na'er still had her silver hair. A year had passed, but she didn't look much different. She had only grown a little taller, but she was still so cute. She looked like a little girl who would never grow taller. When she stood next to Xu Mengqing, no one would guess that the two were only half a year apart.

The setting sun painted the sky a brilliant orange-red, and the afterglow spilled onto the stone path in front of Hongshan College, giving a warm glow to the two figures walking side by side.

Xu Mengqing held Na'er's hand, slowed her pace, and let her younger sister skip and hop beside her. Her silver hair swayed gently with her movements, like a handful of fine moonlight.

"Brother, you seem very happy today." Na'er looked up, her purple eyes curving into crescent moons, her little hands tightly gripping Xu Mengqing's fingertips.

Xu Mengqing looked down at her younger sister's innocent and adorable appearance, her smile softening even more. She gently hummed in agreement, "Yes, she should be able to break through to level ten tonight and become a true Soul Master."

"Wow! Brother is so amazing!" Na'er's eyes lit up instantly, her face full of admiration. "Will you become even more powerful after you become a Soul Master?"

"Of course," Xu Mengqing said, rubbing her head.

Chatting and laughing all the way, the two quickly arrived home. As they stepped into the courtyard side by side, they were greeted by a vibrant and lively atmosphere.

The house is no longer the same as it used to be. Back then, the Blue Silver Grass grew wildly, making it difficult to even step in the small backyard. Due to the limited space and the effect of the Blue Silver Grass on Xu Mengqing, the whole family decided to renovate the house.

The family of four worked together. Xu Zhan was in charge of demolishing and altering the courtyard wall and widening the ground, Meng Ling'er carefully tended to every corner, and even Na'er held a small shovel to help fill the flowerpots planted with blue silver grass. After working for almost half a month, they finally transformed the house into what it is today.

Looking around, the entire courtyard had become a world of blue silver grass, yet it didn't appear cluttered at all. The backyard had been completely expanded, and the original Tai Chi Bagua array pattern had been reinforced by Xu Mengqing. Bluestone slabs were embedded in the gaps between the blue silver grass array diagrams. The blue silver grass within the array grew the most luxuriantly, with long, slender, and emerald-green leaves, the tips of which shimmered with a faint, soft blue light. Layer upon layer, it spread out into a green sea, swaying gently in the wind, rippling with layers of soft green light, and a rich life force wafted over.

Outside the camp, Xu Zhan had built concentric flower beds of varying heights, densely planted with blue silver grass. Even in the corners and cracks of the courtyard wall, tender shoots of grass were sprouting. Moving forward to the main house, blue silver grass was everywhere: terracotta pots sat on the windowsills, their contents cascading down to form natural green curtains; flower pots of various sizes adorned the wooden shelves in the living room, the cabinets in the entryway, and even the steps of the stairs. Even beside Meng Ling'er's small bamboo basket where she kept her sewing, several delicate blue silver grass plants grew, tender and exceptionally pleasing. The blue silver grass inside the house wasn't as robust as that in the backyard, but it possessed a unique vibrancy, its delicate life force filling the entire house with a fresh, grassy fragrance, devoid of the stuffy dampness often associated with ordinary plants.