Douluo Continent, Boss's Martial Soul, Geniuses Work for Me

As dawn broke and the sky gradually brightened, the first rays of sunlight appeared.

After a quick wash, Shangluo set off for the Xilu City Junior Soul Master Academy.

Twenty minutes later.

As Shangluo stepped into the school gate, he couldn't help but frown.

The weathered signboard was about to collapse, and the air was thick with the smell of moldy sawdust.

Shangluo sniffed and couldn't help but sigh: Can such a third-rate academy really recruit talented people?

He wandered around the college like he was strolling through a shopping mall.

Shangluo looked around and found that everyone's resume was entirely white, with one or two green ones mixed in.

A green grade means that one can at least cultivate to the Soul Master level, which is already quite good in the Douluo Continent.

But we are still far from having enough talent.

As Shangluo sighed, roars echoed from the training ground.

"Fuck her, Li Hu!"

"Stop being so gentle, I've staked ten copper soul coins on you!"

"Hurry up and do it! What are you standing there for?"

"Give up, Ling Qingyue! You're no match for Li Hu!"

A group of Soul Master students from the academy surrounded the training ground, their shouts and taunts rising and falling.

"Make way."

Shangluo struggled to push through the crowded throng, and the scene before him stunned him.

I just discovered that the students here are actually selling tickets!

The bet is between the two sides battling it out on the field!

Shang Luo wasn't very interested and was about to leave when a figure in pure white caught his attention.

so beautiful!

Shangluo had been busy with business and didn't come to the academy often, so many students didn't recognize her. Through the shouts around him, Shangluo learned her name was Ling Qingyue.

She was simply the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life.

Compared to that, Shang Xiaoya's proud appearance was practically no different from that of a country girl.

Fair and delicate skin, a profile partially obscured by dark hair, large and watery eyes, and long, curled eyelashes.

But at this moment she had a stern face, looking like she didn't want to be approached.

If this were her past life, this girl would definitely be an aloof and beautiful school beauty that no one would dare to mess with.

Unfortunately, she was born into the wrong script.

In the Douluo Continent, where strength reigns supreme, beauty is a sin if one lacks power.

Ding Ding Ding!

On the rough ground, Ling Qingyue swung her iron sword again and again, struggling to defend against Li Hu's attacks.

Sweat and blood seeping from her wounds mingled together, soaking through her patched white dress.

Li Hu's momentum remains undiminished.

The phantom of a giant bear was on his body, clearly indicating a bear-type martial spirit.

"Ling Qingyue, if you agree to spend time with me, you won't get hurt today, and you won't lose a single penny!"

Li Hu grinned lewdly, his eyes filled with lust and threat:

"You wouldn't want your grandma to be unable to afford medical treatment, would you?"

Upon hearing her grandmother's name, Ling Qingyue's usually icy face contorted with pain.

But she still swallowed the metallic taste in her mouth and stared intently at Li Hu.

Her red lips parted slightly.

"Don't even think about it."

Ling Qingyue struggled to raise her martial spirit.

It was an iron sword, a rusty iron sword.

Her wrists trembled uncontrollably from exhaustion, and even the faintest glimmer of soul power could not be maintained on the sword.

Several soul master students from the town laughed and joked on the sidelines:

"A useless martial soul is a useless martial soul. Are you out of your mind not to surrender?"

"Stop forcing yourself, Qingyue! The Iron Sword is a useless martial spirit; even if you train it to death, it won't be as good as a single finger of a beast martial spirit!"

"Your grandma's still waiting for you to buy medicine. Why don't you just admit defeat and go work as a handyman in Li Hu's mercenary group? You could at least earn a few copper soul coins!"

Ling Qingyue seemed not to hear, but bit her lower lip tightly, her fingertips gripping the sword turning white from the force.

"A useless martial spirit...?"

There were no tears in those bright eyes, only an almost stubborn flame burning within them.

Outside the martial arts arena not far away.

Shang Luo watched this scene quietly. Once upon a time, his "Boss" martial soul was also called a useless martial soul.

Even though he was born with full soul power.

He and the stubborn girl in the arena were both fellow sufferers in this world.

"A useless martial spirit...?"

Shang Luo chuckled and shook his head, then opened Ling Qingyue's resume file.

Name: Ling Qingyue

[Basic Information: Female, 12 years old, Martial Soul: Rusty Iron Sword, Soul Power: Level 11]

[Potential: Gold (Potential for a Peerless Douluo)]

[Biography: Orphaned, grandmother seriously ill, champion in swordsmanship, martial arts, and combat in Xilu City...]

[Investment Opportunity: Divine Martial Soul: Frost Moon Sword (40 points of capital) / Divine Martial Soul: Blazing Flame Sword (30 points of capital)]

Shang Luo's eyes lit up. He had only thought Ling Qingyue had potential, but he hadn't expected her to have this much potential!

Golden potential!

Aside from the two investment opportunities, Ling Qingyue's unparalleled swordsmanship and martial arts skills caught Shangluo's attention.

In Douluo Continent, there are competitions of skill, where combat is based purely on technique without using soul power.

However, soul power is the foundation of any skill. Without soul power, even the world's number one Clear Sky Hammer is nothing more than a pile of scrap metal.

But this is enough to demonstrate Ling Qingyue's extraordinary skills.

The students' enthusiastic shouts rose in waves.

Meanwhile, the battle in the training grounds was nearing its end.

Li Hu roared, and his second golden spirit ring lit up!

"You bitch, since you don't want to agree, then go to hell with your useless grandma!"

As his soul power surged, Li Hu's body grew larger, resembling a giant bear standing upright!

He leaped high into the air, carrying terrifying pressure, and plummeted towards Ling Qingyue!

A hint of malice flashed in Ling Qingyue's beautiful eyes. She took a deep breath and poured the last of her soul power into the iron sword.

Seeing that Ling Qingyue didn't dodge but instead stood still, Li Hu sneered:

"He's an idiot. Since you want to die, then so be it!"

Although he said that, Li Hu secretly held back, not wanting this beauty to perish.

After all, if she had no power to resist, wouldn't she be at his mercy?

however.

Just as Li Hu was stunned, a cold sword light, carrying ferocity and killing intent, pierced straight at Li Hu's face from a tricky angle!

Sizzle—!

Blood splattered!

"A useless martial spirit, it's been around for a hundred years..."

He stared in disbelief at the yellow soul ring on Ling Qingyue's body, but before he could even feel fear, he was engulfed in the sharp sword light.

He covered half of his cheek and knelt down in pain.

Blood gushed out!

Li Hu, who is level 21, actually lost?

Defeated by a level 11 scrap iron sword?

The training ground was completely silent; not a single person spoke, nor did anyone offer any congratulations.

Ling Qingyue dragged her weary body, stretched out her bloodied hand, and grabbed a money bag under the horrified gazes of the students.

Then, step by step, he slowly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Looking at the girl's staggering figure, Shang Luo clicked his tongue in amazement.

With Shang Luo's current eyesight, he couldn't discern anything from that sword strike; he only felt a flash of light before the match ended.

Bold yet meticulous, with exceptional talent.

He immediately identified Ling Qingyue as his first recruitment target.

Then.

He followed Ling Qingyue and quietly disappeared from everyone's sight.

A few minutes later, the students who had come to their senses turned their attention to Li Hu, who was kneeling on the ground.

Due to the vast difference in soul power, he only suffered severe injuries under the possession of the Martial Soul.

But it also left half of his face covered in blood and gore.

Having lost face in front of so many people, Li Hu was so gloomy he was almost dripping with malice.

"Uh...ah!"

The excruciating pain nearly drove Li Hu to madness.

He stared menacingly in the direction Ling Qingyue had left, the resentment in his eyes almost tangible.

"You filthy bitch, once you fall into my hands, I'll make you regret it, you piece of trash..."

"Life is worse than death!"

……

night.

Inside a drafty, dilapidated hut.

A series of violent coughing sounds rang out.

Ling Qingyue knelt in front of her grandmother's bed and carefully fed her grandmother spoonful by spoonful of the medicinal soup made from the valuable herbs.

"Moon... don't worry about Grandma..."

A hoarse voice rang out, yet it revealed a heartwarming gentleness.

An old woman with a withered face and almost all her hair gone clung tightly to Ling Qingyue with her dry hands.

Her old eyes welled up with cloudy tears: "It's Grandma who's dragging you down... Your martial spirit... don't make things difficult for yourself..."

"Grandma, don't talk, it will be alright, it will definitely be alright!"

Ling Qingyue's voice was choked with sobs, yet unusually firm.

"I will definitely become a powerful Soul Master, earn lots and lots of money, and cure your illness!"

After settling her grandmother in, she went outside.

Looking at the illusory, rough iron sword in her palm, immense despair finally gripped her, and tears silently streamed down her face.

Memories return to childhood.

Ling Qingyue began practicing swordsmanship in March. Her talent in swordsmanship is unparalleled. The academy's teachers believe that she will definitely be the next top genius.

However, during the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony, a rusty iron sword shattered Ling Qingyue's illusions.

It also negated all her efforts throughout her life.

All her strength seemed pale and powerless in the face of cold reality.

The teacher stopped paying attention to her, the students mocked her, openly harassed her, and forced her to join gambling games just to see her make a fool of herself.

She even used her grandmother as leverage!

Otherwise, why would she have gone to fight Li Hu, who was level 21, when she was only level 11?

She looked at the unchanging bright moon overhead and felt a deep sense of desolation.

She was able to use her own understanding of swordsmanship to unexpectedly and severely injure Li Hu, but what about next time?

Regardless of whether there will be more and more Li Hus in the future, the current feud is almost enough to crush Ling Qingyue.

Li Hu's father was a well-known mercenary leader in Xilu City and the commander of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group! A Soul Emperor-level powerhouse!

Moreover, it is backed by the Qin family of Xilu City.

The Qin family was the most powerful family in Xilu City. Even the Shang family, which gradually caught up later, could only try to curry favor with them.

The patriarch, Qin Zheng, is even close to the Soul Saint level...

Stay put and resist?

Ha, how could her useless martial soul possibly contend with the entire Blood Wolf Mercenary Group?

Escape from Xilu City?

Grandma is terminally ill and even has difficulty getting out of bed. Her roots have been here for more than ten years, so where can she escape to?

He abandoned his grandmother and ran away alone.

She can't.

Is a useless martial spirit... ultimately just a useless martial spirit?

"Why...why, despite all my efforts...can I see no hope at all..."

Just then.

A calm voice sounded behind her:

"Because your efforts were misdirected. Or rather, the world didn't give you the opportunity to use them in the right direction."