Douluo Continent: My True Form Descends, My Physical Body Achieves Sainthood

Douluo Continent, outside Shrek City.

The setting sun, like blood, stretched the girl's slender shadow long.

Tang Ya walked along the forest path, looking lost and dejected.

Her once bright eyes were now red and swollen, filled with despair and self-mockery.

"That was a really decisive refusal..."

She muttered to herself, her voice terribly hoarse.

Just half an hour ago, she stood outside the Seagod Pavilion, the highest hall of Shrek Academy, pleading like a lost dog.

She begged those high-ranking elders to uphold justice for the Tang family, who had been wiped out, out of respect for Tang San, the ancestor of the Tang Clan ten thousand years ago.

All I received was a cold, polite rejection.

"The affairs of the Tang Sect are a normal occurrence in the changing of sects. Shrek Academy was founded on the principle of not getting involved in sect feuds."

Tang Ya, out of consideration for your ancestors, I have made an exception and allowed you to study at Shrek Academy.

Furthermore, every member of the Tang Clan is entitled to one exemption from the entrance exam each year. As for hatred… sigh.”

A sigh, though unspoken, conveyed the outcome.

Tang Ya gave a bitter laugh, tears welling up again. "This is Shrek Academy, the one that flourished ten thousand years ago because of the Tang Sect Master."

In the end, however, they used a high-sounding excuse to refuse to even take action against an enemy they could easily eliminate.

In the end, they are no different from other sects!

It's ridiculous! My parents' decades of persistence seem like a joke!

Tang Ya staggered as she pushed open the door of a dilapidated house on the outskirts of the city.

The house was very simple, with the only piece of furniture being a wooden bed covered with a thick mattress.

A boy of about nine years old was lying on the bed.

His face was as pale as paper, yet he was extremely handsome.

Seeing the boy, Tang Ya seemed to finally find a sliver of solace.

Her hands trembled as she gently stroked the boy's cheek, her voice choked with emotion.

"Little Chenzi, I'm leaving. You're right, relying on others is never as good as relying on yourself."

Since the elders of the Sea God Pavilion are unwilling to help me take revenge, then I will do it myself.

Tomorrow I'll report to Shrek Academy. I'm going to become stronger, and I'm going to make the Iron Blood Sect pay for their blood debts...

But when she thought of her martial soul, Tang Ya clenched her fists tightly again.

As the lowest-ranking type of martial spirit on the continent, it is extremely difficult to become a strong person with only Blue Silver Grass.

Even though his parents had cultivated for decades, they were still only Soul Emperors.

"Xiao Chen, I'm so scared. I'm afraid I'll die at their hands before I can kill them all."

She knelt by the bedside, her thin shoulders trembling violently. "For the past six months, you've been the only person I can talk to while you're asleep."

However, she didn't notice.

At this moment, a faint but extremely pure golden light emanated from Lu Chen's fingertips, which had been motionless for so long.

……

Lu Chen felt like he had a very long dream.

In his dream, he traveled to the world of One-Punch Man.

He became an S-class hero of the Hero Association—Zombieman.

They possess a near-immortal body, capable of reassembling even when shattered into pieces.

The end of the dream is deep underground in the Monster Association.

Because he was familiar with the original story, he learned martial arts from Silver Fang Bang, which led to his extremely inflated ego.

During the attack on the monster headquarters, he was too reckless and encountered the will of the self-proclaimed "god" ahead of time.

It was a giant of light that defied description.

Faced with that power, his proud immortality was forcibly decomposed into particles.

In his final moments before his consciousness collapsed, he forcibly absorbed the "divine light" that had destroyed him.

Then consciousness completely disappeared into darkness.

……

"Where is this...?"

A weak voice suddenly rang out in the narrow room.

Tang Ya's crying stopped abruptly.

She looked up in horror and disbelief, meeting a pair of deep, unfathomable eyes.

A faint golden light flickered in those eyes.

"Lu...Lu Chen?" Tang Ya was stunned.

Lu Chen's gaze gradually focused.

A strand of light blue hair brushed past the tip of her nose, followed by a pretty little face.

His eyes were red and swollen, with tears still clinging to the corners, clearly indicating that he had just been crying, yet his appearance was all too familiar to him.

"Xiao...Ya?"

Lu Chen snapped back to reality, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Tang Ya's eyes glistened with tears as she nodded emphatically, her voice trembling with sobs:

"It's me! Thank goodness, Lu Chen, you're finally awake!"

Upon confirmation, Lu Chen was completely stunned.

Didn't I die? How did I end up back in the Douluo Continent?

He felt his mind was in complete chaos, and it took him a moment to sort out his thoughts.

He had truly returned from the One-Punch Man world, back to the Douluo Continent world where he had first transmigrated.

Lu Chen regained his composure, looked at Tang Ya's tear-streaked face, and asked with concern:

"Xiaoya, why are you crying? What happened?"

Hearing this concerned question, Tang Ya could no longer hold back and threw herself into Lu Chen's arms, bursting into tears:

"Lu Chen, I have nothing left now. The Tang Clan has been destroyed, and my parents are dead."

"What?!"

Lu Chen's expression changed, but he quickly calmed down, his brows furrowing.

Unexpectedly, this tragedy still occurred.

"In other words, I was in a coma for almost four years!"

He was one year younger than Tang Ya, and at the age of six, he awakened his martial soul and unexpectedly transmigrated.

"No wonder I always feel stiff and awkward," Lu Chen murmured to himself.

"For the past six months, I've contacted all of my father's friends, but not a single one of them has helped me. Even Shrek Academy wouldn't lend a hand..."

After Tang Ya lost both her parents, she had long regarded Lu Chen as her closest person.

Seeing him awaken at this moment, it was as if she had found someone to confide in and a pillar of support, and she poured out all the grievances she had accumulated over the past six months.

Lu Chen listened quietly and figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

Six months ago, the Iron Blood Sect seized Tang Clan's assets. Tang Ya was taking care of him at the time and stayed by his bedside, which is why she narrowly escaped the bloody massacre.

The whole thing puzzled Lu Chen.

Even if the Tang Clan is now in decline, it shouldn't dare to act rashly against a mere Iron Blood Sect that only has Soul Emperors.

What's even stranger is that none of the sects that were previously on good terms with the Tang Clan were willing to lend a helping hand.

Even powerful sects like Haotian Sect and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect chose to refuse.

It was as if they had received some kind of unified instruction.

Although during the Douluo Continent era, it was practically Tang San's backyard.

Various conspiracy theories circulated in my past life, but surely the other party wouldn't intervene so early?

Was it really just to get Tang Ya to join Shrek Academy and establish a connection with Huo Yuhao that they deliberately allowed the Tang Sect to be wiped out?

This is just too dark!

Or is it really just that money can move people's hearts, and it's purely a matter of luck?

"Sooner or later, I will storm the Iron Blood Sect and kill them all!"

Tang Ya choked up, and when she mentioned the Iron Blood Sect, her eyes suddenly turned fierce, and a black aura flashed in her eyes.

Seeing this, Lu Chen's heart stirred slightly.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the Dark Blue Silver Grass had already shown signs of awakening.

His eyes hardened immediately, and he echoed, "Sister Xiaoya, don't forget about me."

My uncle and aunt took great care of me when they were alive, so I should share in their vengeance!

Encouraged by her friends, Tang Ya's eyes regained their light.

The suppressed emotions were also released.

His mood had improved considerably, and he couldn't help but tease, "Little Chenzi, all you do is talk big!"

"You're only a Soul Master, you've been in a coma for over three years, and you're already nine years old, and you haven't even attached your first Soul Ring yet."

She patted her chest proudly and said, "And I'm already a level 21 Great Soul Master! In just over a month, I'll be able to advance to level 22!"

Lu Chen's lips twitched slightly. He was almost 11 years old and his soul power was only level 21. Was that something to be proud of?

All I can say is that it truly lives up to its name, Blue Silver Grass.

"By the way, speaking of which, what is your martial soul? I don't even know yet," Tang Ya asked curiously.