Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

The strategic meeting before the semi-finals lasted from noon until sunset.

Zhang Mo sat there all afternoon, listening to Wang Yan's rambling, only managing to get through it by eating He Caitou's cigars.

Despite his improving physical condition, Zhang Mo still felt exhausted when faced with such a situation.

But Zhang Mo couldn't help but smile as he walked out of the meeting room. This situation, where a large meeting needed to be supported by tobacco, reminded him of his job in his previous life.

Zhang Mo stretched lazily, then returned to his room and changed into clean clothes and an outer garment.

The matches these past few days have kept him on edge, and the competition will be over in just a few days. Tomorrow is the semi-final, and Zhang Mo plans to relax this night and go out to admire the most prosperous city in the Star Luo Empire.

It was around 7 p.m. when Zhang Mo walked out of the hotel, but the number of people on the street had not decreased at all; in fact, there were more people than during the day.

It seems that the Soul Fighting Tournament is nearing its end, and more and more people are coming to participate in this grand event held every five years.

In order to present himself as a good host, the emperor of the Star Luo Empire ordered the shops in the city to be open 24 hours a day during the Soul Fighting Tournament and to continuously send imperial soldiers to maintain order on the streets.

Zhang Mo didn't have any particular purpose; he just wanted to take a stroll and grab some dinner.

Although the high-end dinners provided by the Star Emperor Hotel were excellent, Zhang Mo had grown tired of them over the past few days. His heart was restless, reminding him that he needed to consume some junk food and street snacks to fill his stomach.

So he looked around and finally decided to follow the crowd and blend into the city at night.

Strolling through this historic and prosperous city put Zhang Mo in a good mood. In his previous life, he had never thought about enjoying life, always thinking that he should work hard when he was young and things would get better in the future.

But he never imagined that the world he had hoped for would turn out like this.

After following the crowd for a while, Zhang Mo, who was starving, randomly picked a small noodle shop and went inside.

The shop is small, but it's always packed with people.

Zhang Mo finally found a seat and ordered a bowl of noodles with the distinctive flavor of the Star Luo Empire.

The price wasn't high, but the portion was generous, though there wasn't much meat. But Zhang Mo didn't really care, since he'd been eating too much rich food lately.

The bowl of noodles glistened with specks of oil and a few scallions and cilantro, perhaps because he was extremely hungry. Zhang Mo felt like he finished the bowl of noodles in just a few bites.

As Zhang Mo paid his bill and left the restaurant, perhaps the lights weren't bright enough, or perhaps the crowds on the street were too dense.

Zhang Mo felt as if he had bumped into something.

"Ouch."

Zhang Mo quickly looked down and saw a woman sitting on the ground.

"Sorry, I didn't see you."

Zhang Mo apologized as he helped the woman up.

As Zhang Mo pulled her up, he got a clear look at the woman's face.

Perhaps because Zhang Mo had bumped into her and caused her to fall to the ground, the woman's face was somewhat pale even under the dim streetlights.

However, it is undeniable that the woman's appearance completely overturned Zhang Mo's perception. She had a charming and beautiful face, with graceful and affectionate willow-leaf eyebrows and a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes.

If it weren't for the few gray hairs in her jet-black hair and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, Zhang Mo would have really misunderstood her age.

But one can only imagine how many handsome young men must have worn down the threshold of this woman's home when she was young.

The woman seemed to have injured her ankle, and Zhang Mo felt embarrassed to abandon her.

So he helped the woman to a bench and sat her down.

After the woman sat down on the bench, she didn't react with the hysteria or anything Zhang Mo had imagined; she simply rubbed her ankles.

"It's alright, young man. You can go ahead, I'll just sit here for a while."

The woman had a very good personality. Even though Zhang Mo had knocked her down, she didn't blame him. Instead, she showed concern for him.

"It's okay. If you don't get better after a while, I'll take you to the hospital for treatment."

The woman remained silent, only nodding slightly with a smile.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment. The woman continued to rub her ankle, while Zhang Mo sat patiently to the side waiting.

Finally, it was the woman who broke the silence first.

There are so many people these days.

"Yeah, probably because of the Soul Fighting Tournament."

"Young man, you don't look like someone from the Star Luo Empire participating in the Soul Battle Tournament." The woman looked at Zhang Mo with a gleam in her eyes as she said this.

"No, I came to see it because I've heard so much about it."

Upon hearing this, a hint of disappointment seemed to flash in the woman's eyes, before she said, "Young man, don't laugh at me, but I actually participated in the Soul Battle Tournament back in the day! My husband and I met at the Soul Battle Tournament."

"Really?"

Zhang Mo feigned surprise, but he knew in his heart that if someone had participated in the Soul Battle Tournament, their soul power level wouldn't be too low. How could he have knocked her to the ground and now she's rubbing her ankle?

It's likely that he's trying to save face, or that he's talking nonsense because he hasn't acknowledged his Soul Master status.

"Auntie, are you here to watch the Soul Fighting Tournament too?"

"No, I'm here to deliver something to a friend who lives here, and I'm also here to see someone."

"Auntie, who did you come with? Your husband?"

When Zhang Mo uttered the word "husband," the woman clearly showed a hint of displeasure, but then regained her composure and said in a low voice, "I came alone. My husband... is dead."

"Feel sorry."

"It's okay, it's all in the past."

The two then started talking about the city.

It turns out that the Soul Battle Tournament in which this woman and her lover met was also held in the Star Luo Empire.

Zhang Mo thought to himself, "What a pitiful woman. Coming to this city where she met her lover, seeing things that remind her of him, she must be feeling terrible."

With this in mind, Zhang Mo began to talk about some light and cheerful topics, which pleased the woman greatly, and she shared some interesting stories with Zhang Mo.

After about fifteen minutes, the woman slowly got up and gently stamped her feet. She then took two steps in front of Zhang Mo.

"Thank you, young man, for keeping this old woman company for so long."

"You're too kind. It was an accident that I bumped into you; it's all I should do."

"Hey, Zhang Mo? What are you doing here?"

Zhang Mo heard Ye Guyi's voice coming from behind him. He turned around and saw three girls: Ling Luochen, Ma Xiaotao, and Ye Guyi.

"I came out to find some snacks and then I accidentally bumped into this woman..." Zhang Mo turned around, about to introduce the talkative woman.

But when he turned around, the woman was nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Mo looked puzzled, but Ye Guyi stepped forward and pulled him back.

"Come on, come on. Let's have a good look around. We haven't really explored Mingcheng yet. You're treating us later."

Ma Xiaotao and Ling Luochen chuckled softly behind them.

But Zhang Mo's mind was still filled with one question: where did the woman go?

Zhang Mo could only assume that the woman was revisiting a familiar place and was feeling down, disliking crowds. Upon seeing his companion arrive, she left alone.

But what Zhang Mo didn't know was that this was his first meeting with one of the most powerful enemies he would ever encounter.

……

A tall building within the Ming City of the Sun and Moon Empire.

The building is neither too tall nor too short. Standing on its rooftop, one can see pedestrians on the bustling street, but under the moonlight, they are not easily noticed by those who look up.

If Zhang Mo were standing here, he would know where the woman had come from.

In the blink of an eye, the woman who had just been talking with Zhang Mojian was now standing on a high-rise building, her beautiful hair blowing freely in the night wind.

"Strange... Everything meets the requirements, but I don't feel the scent of what I'm looking for..."