Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul is Black Kite, the Herrscher of Knowledge

"So you ran away from home?!" Zhu Ming's voice rose several decibels.

Fu Li stroked the chicken in his arms and said nonchalantly, "Yeah, Uncle, so don't betray me."

"Hmph, too late!" Zhu Ming sneered. "The evil soul master has been silent for so long, and now he's finally shown up, causing such a commotion. Do you think your father won't care? Besides, even if I keep it a secret for you, can you get Mo Wu to keep it a secret for you?"

Fu Liyu concluded that keeping it a secret was no longer an option.

However, he still said, "Uncle, you know that I can't control Ah Ji's situation. I've never been able to manage it."

"Sigh, why are you doing this to yourself? Ah Ji is still your martial soul, no matter what..."

Fu Li rolled her eyes: "Uncle, you just love making things worse. Anyway, it's not you who will get whipped with the belt."

"Alright, let's not talk about that." Zhu Ming's eyes darted around, and he leaned closer. "Tell your uncle, when did you learn this skill?"

He knew about Fu Li's previous situation. Although he was a great soul master, he never understood what the use of a martial soul was. Fu Moxin had even complained to him that his soul rings didn't even have soul skills. He himself had searched for a lot of information about this matter, trying to figure out what was going on.

But now, he can defeat five evil soul masters all by himself, including a soul master and two soul lords, and he is also holding a soul guide ray gun.

Although it wasn't a high-powered military-grade ray gun, it was still something that ordinary Great Soul Masters couldn't withstand.

Upon hearing this, Fu Li patted the chicken in her arms: "It's all thanks to it."

"Ah Ji?"

"Call me the Black Kite Sage!"

Zhu Ming's lips twitched. He had long known that his nephew's martial soul had a peculiar personality and often said things that were hard to understand. However, he wouldn't bother arguing too much with Aji, who was clearly a child at heart.

"But it didn't have any soul skills before, did it?"

"I only found out on the Soul Guidance Train," Fu Li explained. "After it ate all that stuff at home, something happened to it, and suddenly it had soul skills. It even gave me a sword box, and it was thanks to the divine weapon inside that I was able to defeat those evil soul masters."

"A sword case, a divine weapon? Let me see it quickly." Zhu Ming immediately became interested.

Fu Li naturally wouldn't hide it from his own uncle. With a wave of his hand, the Hidden Box appeared from the void and landed on the ground.

As the yin-yang symbol turned, the hidden box opened to both sides, revealing three divine weapons inside.

"Wow, this looks pretty good."

Zhu Ming glanced at it twice, then reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword called "Too Much Talk Must Be Killed," intending to draw it.

No matter how hard he tried, even turning his neck red, the tadpole remained lying quietly in the hidden box, motionless.

Zhu Ming was shocked. Although he was not one of the strongest among the legion commanders, he was still a Super Douluo. How could he not be able to draw a sword?

However, he still gave up.

It's not good to make things too awkward in front of younger people.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Ah Ji's ambiguous smile.

"Ah Ji, what are you laughing at?" Zhu Ming's fist hardened.

"Hmph, this treasure isn't something just anyone can pull out!"

Ah-Ji put his hands on his hips and pulled out his sunglasses from somewhere, putting them on the bridge of his nose.

"Let me tell you, this treasure is no ordinary object. As the poem goes:"

It is neither copper, nor iron, nor steel; it was once hidden beneath Mount Sumeru.

"Without reversing yin and yang, how can one lack the tempering of water and fire to forge one's sharpness?"

"Ah Ji!"

"Ahem, sorry, wrong channel."

Ah Ji rubbed his head, which was throbbing from Fu Li's knock, and finally returned to normal.

"You see these divine weapons as having physical forms, but in reality they are not physical objects, but rather extensions of consciousness."

"Consciousness?" Zhu Ming was a little unsure. Could it be something like mental power?

"Yes, it is consciousness. The great Lady of Consciousness condensed her power into physical objects, which is how these treasures came to be. Without my approval, they naturally could not be pulled out."

Zhu Ming automatically filtered out the childish remarks and grasped the key point: "You mean, anyone who wants to pull out these weapons needs your approval?"

Zhu Ming immediately became worried. Ah Ji clearly had his own mind. If he needed permission to pull it out, wouldn't that mean his nephew might not be able to pull it out either?

"Of course!"

"Alright, Uncle, just say less," Fu Li couldn't stand it anymore and immediately stopped Zhu Ming.

Those who play politics have dirty hearts; they only know how to spread conspiracy theories.

"Aji is my martial spirit, and also my family. I believe in it."

"Sigh, you..." Zhu Ming sighed, but seeing his nephew's resolute attitude, he didn't say anything more.

Just then, his soul communication device suddenly rang.

Zhu Ming glanced at the number, and his expression immediately turned strange.

"Who is it?" Fu Li sat up straight, glanced at the screen, and immediately pulled back, pinching Aji harder until he was grimacing.

Just because three words were displayed on the screen:

Fu Moxin!

"Uncle, I'm still unconscious. Don't disturb me. I need to rest."

"Hmph! Too late!" Zhu Ming gave him a disdainful look and immediately connected the soul guidance communication.

A refined and gentle voice reached his ears: "Brother, is Fu Li next to you?"

"He's here," Zhu Ming said, ignoring Fu Li's pleading gaze. "He's awake, right next to me."

"Then give him the communicator."

"Okay." Zhu Ming replied cheerfully, then handed the communicator to Fu Li, who looked resistant, and thoughtfully turned on the speakerphone function.

Fu Li stared at the communicator in his hand as if he were looking at some monstrous beast. After a long while, he swallowed hard.

Let's go for it! We're all going to die anyway, so let's just go for it!

"Hey, Dad..."

"You little brat, you've got some nerve! Running away from home! And you even dared to trick that Tang kid into buying you a train ticket, did you really think I didn't know?"

"Dad, let me explain...explain."

"Hmph! You've got some nerve! I'm not your father, and you don't need to explain yourself to me!"

Fu Li secretly groaned, knowing that this time the odds were against him, but he still forced himself to say, "I didn't mean to..."

"Not on purpose? I think someone's just trying to be a hero. What makes you think you're so strong, daring to take on an evil spirit master all by yourself? Have I been suppressing you for too long? Huh?"

Fu Li smiled wryly. "Alright, it was definitely Uncle Mo Wu who sold him out..."

"Dad, I know I was wrong, I'll be right back..."

I guess I'll just have to take the beating...

"Stop." Fu Moxin's answer surprised Fu Li.

"From now on, don't ever say I, Fu Moxin, am your father. I'll pretend I don't have a son like you. You ran away from home, didn't you? Fine, I'll show you what the outside world is like!"

"Brother, don't pity this kid. Let him start at a regular Soul Master academy and see how kids from ordinary families live!"

After saying that, Fu Moxin hung up the call.

As Fu Li listened to the busy tone of the dial tone, she felt increasingly calm.

The weapon images, from left to right, are:

Chain Blade: A Mystic Weapon

Sword: Too much talk leads to murder.

Long spear: Let's speak frankly.

Hidden Box: A knife concealed in its sheath