Douluo: The Martial Soul Asura Armor, a Good Spirit Turning Evil

Qian Duoduo was stunned.

He looked down at the knife in his hand, then looked up at Duanmu Yan, and ran his fingers along the blade again.

The cyan blade was as smooth and warm as jade, and the pale gold patterns flowed slightly with his touch, as if they were alive.

"You call this the Soul-Devouring Carving Knife?" His voice was laced with obvious skepticism. "I've seen that thing in the encyclopedia; it's completely black and exudes a menacing aura. Yours..."

He examined it again, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"It's almost too clean."

"It's been purified," Duanmu Yan said. "Now it's called the Blade of Guardians of Life."

Qian Duoduo remained silent for a moment, then placed the knife on the table.

He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the armrest as if processing the information.

Shrek Academy has been established for 20,000 years, and the Soul Guidance Department has always been an awkward existence.

The Martial Soul Department has produced countless Title Douluos, but the Soul Guidance Department has only a handful of notable achievements.

The Sun Moon Empire has plenty of these engraving knives, but Shrek Academy doesn't have a single one.

It's not that we can't do it, it's that there's no need to.

The core of the academy will always be the martial spirit; the soul tool is merely an auxiliary tool.

This position was set from the day soul tools appeared, and no matter how capable Qian Duoduo is, he can't change it.

But this knife is different.

"You said it's been purified," Qian Duoduo stood up and took her coat off the wall, "Then its carving knife attribute is still there?"

"You'll know once you try it."

Qian Duoduo glanced at him, said nothing more, and turned to push open the door.

"Let's go to the lab."

The studio at the very back of the laboratory building is Qian Duoduo's private property, and it's not usually used by students.

There was a long table in the room, covered with soft cushions, with several metal blanks stacked in the corner, and next to it was a set of soul tool parts that had been disassembled halfway.

Duanmu Yan walked to the table and placed the Blade of Guardianship of Living Beings on his right.

What he needs to create is a level six soul tool—the Eye of Asura.

The goal is to enhance the Shura Armor's sensory capabilities. The design drawings have been in development for half a month, but the project is currently stuck on the inscription of the core magic array.

Ordinary carving tools simply cannot withstand the energy flow at the spiritual level, and the magic array patterns always collapse halfway through carving.

He picked up a polished metal blank from the table and placed it in front of him.

The blank is an alloy of extraterrestrial meteorite iron and mithril, silver-gray in color, with a pre-treated surface that reflects a cold light.

Duanmu Yan closed his eyes, mentally reviewed the patterns of the magic array, and then opened them.

Hold the blank with your left hand and grip the knife with your right hand.

Soul power is injected.

A faint, yet remarkably solid, glimmer of cyan-gold light appeared at the tip of the Blade of the Guardians.

Duanmu Yan placed the tip of the knife against the surface of the blank and began to cut.

The moment the first cut was made, Qian Duoduo's eyes widened in surprise.

Where the blade tip passed, the metal surface was as smooth as butter cut by a hot knife, without a single rough edge.

The magic array patterns were clear and sharp, with a faint cyan sheen at the edges.

More importantly, Duanmu Yan's soul power flowed into the patterns along the blade without any dissipation; every bit of power was precisely embedded into the gaps in the metal's lattice.

This knife actively guides the flow of soul power.

Qian Duoduo stood to the side, her lips moved, but she swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

Duanmu Yan's hands were very steady.

With the second and third cuts, the patterns progressed layer by layer, and the outline of the core magic array took shape within half an hour.

Using a regular carving knife, this process would take at least two hours, and would require at least three interruptions.

The moment the blade tip was retracted, the magic array on the blank material lit up with a uniform blue light, then slowly dimmed and returned to silence.

It became.

Duanmu Yan put down his knife, flipped the blank over, and checked the depth of the patterns.

Each engraving was so evenly done as if measured with a ruler, and the nodes where the soul power flowed were perfectly aligned.

Qian Duoduo reached out and took the blank material, examined it over and over for a long time, and finally put it down, looking at Duanmu Yan.

"Lend me this knife for a few days," his voice was a little dry.

Duanmu Yan put the Blade of Guardian of Life into his bosom.

"No."

Qian Duoduo stared wide-eyed.

"But I can do it here," Duanmu Yan added. "You can watch it anytime you want."

Qian Duoduo opened her mouth, then sighed and plopped back down in her chair.

"Fine." He waved his hand. "You're even more calculating than me."

"hey-hey."

……

It was late at night when I got back to the dormitory.

After a quick wash, Duanmu Yan lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into the sea of ​​his mind.

The gray sea was calm and waveless, with two currents running parallel, one bright and one dark.

The blade of guardian spirits hangs at the intersection, its pale gold patterns flickering like an inextinguishable lamp.

Electrolux’s phantom sat cross-legged on the sea surface, his gray-white robe hanging down, and the light spots at the edges peeling off at a much slower rate than a few days ago.

"Today is quite peaceful."

An aged voice echoed in the sea of ​​the spirit.

"That's right." Duanmu Yan sat down opposite him. "I also took a trip to the Soul Guidance Department."

"Is that knife easy to use?"

"It went smoothly." Duanmu Yan paused, "better than expected."

Electrolux's phantom nodded slightly, without saying a word.

Two golden flames flickered in their eye sockets, as if they were deep in thought or gathering strength.

Duanmu Yan did not continue the conversation, his gaze passing over Electrolux and landing on the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

There, a dark purple light lay quietly on the seabed.

Shura Armor.

His martial spirit is something that has been with him since the day he awakened.

He had always thought it was just a tool—powerful, but inanimate.

Until that day it moved on its own.

He gripped the knife, modified it, and then sank back down as if nothing had happened.

Duanmu Yan stared at the dark purple light, a thought flashing through his mind.

Can armor be upgraded?

In the original setting, the upgrade of the Heaven and Earth Armor was due to Xiao Tian and others, which never happened in Ares or Yan Xing.

Upgrading the armor requires two conditions:

Raise your own special ability to a critical value, and then use an upgrade summoning card.

But here's the problem.

He doesn't have summoning cards, nor does he belong to the system of this world.

But he has spirit rings.

It possesses a true form of martial spirit.

Seven rings.

In the Soul Master cultivation system of Douluo Continent, the seventh Soul Ring is a watershed moment.

The True Form of the Martial Soul means that the Martial Soul transforms from a "tool" into "a part of the body," and its power increases exponentially.

However, he did not believe that his seventh spirit ring would be the true form of the Asura Armor.

This armor is too special; its power system is completely different from the martial souls of this world.

Forcing the logic of Martial Soul True Body into the equation will only lead to a narrower path.

Perhaps the seventh ring road is not the end, but a critical point.

Duanmu Yan withdrew his gaze and suppressed the thought in his mind.

It's still early.

His current soul power is level 62, which is eight levels away from reaching level 70.

At a normal cultivation pace, it would take at least two years.

Although he didn't intend to proceed at the normal pace.

After all, he couldn't accept the evil spirit master being delayed even by a second during the hunt...

"What are you thinking about?" Electrolux's voice suddenly rang out.

"It's nothing," Duanmu Yan stood up. "I was just thinking about how to cultivate next."

Electrolux's phantom swayed slightly, as if he were smiling, or perhaps sighing.

"Young man, don't put so much pressure on yourself."

Duanmu Yan did not refute.

He took one last look at the dark purple light on the seabed before withdrawing his consciousness from the sea of ​​mind.