Douluo Continent: You become gods, I become immortals

Chapter 47 Terrifying Flames

Inside Yu Yuanzhen's luxurious private room.

Yuheng lay on the bed, his breath so faint it was almost imperceptible; only the slight rise and fall of his chest proved he was still alive.

After an unknown amount of time, Yuheng's tightly closed eyelashes trembled violently a few times, and finally, she slowly opened a crack.

Those eyes, which had been dull and lifeless due to injuries and depletion of soul power, were still veiled by a layer of weakness, but a faint light was gradually gathering in them.

"Young Master! Brother Yuheng is awake!" The attendant closest to the bed was the first to notice something was wrong. He called out in surprise and lowered his voice, then rushed forward and carefully supported Yuheng's arm as he tried to sit up.

Yu Yuanzhen, who was standing with his hands behind his back, paused slightly. A hint of undisguised concern flashed in his eyes, but his tone remained as calm as ever: "Yuheng, how are you feeling? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

He and Yuheng grew up together since childhood, and their friendship had long surpassed that of master and servant; it would not be an exaggeration to call them life-and-death friends.

Yuheng held a place in his life that was even more important than some of his own brothers.

Yuheng forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace. His voice was terribly hoarse, yet it conveyed a sense of relief at surviving a close call: "Thank you for your concern, Young Master—I'm so glad I was spared."

"If it weren't for the young master's timely intervention to drive them away, they would probably have already—"

Before he could finish speaking, the lingering fear in his eyes and the feeling of being so close to death spoke volumes.

"Who exactly is this person who could have injured you to such an extent?" Yu Yuanzhen pressed, his gaze sharp as a hawk's as he locked onto Yu Heng.

He witnessed the strangeness of the battle firsthand and became suspicious; the properties of the flames were too abnormal.

Yuheng caught his breath, his face as pale as paper, yet a grimace curled at the corner of his lips: "Cough cough—I don't know—I've never seen this person before. But one thing is certain—"

He raised his hand, his knuckles white from the force: "The opponent—definitely didn't use their full strength!"

Upon hearing this, several suppressed gasps immediately filled the tent.

The young attendants looked at each other in disbelief, almost thinking that Yuheng was too badly injured and had lost his mind.

"What? Heng-ge, are you... too badly injured and delirious from the fever?"

"Yeah, to push you to that point, Brother Heng, and the opponent didn't even use their full strength? How is that possible!"

Unlike their shock and astonishment, Yu Yuanzhen's eyes suddenly deepened upon hearing this. His sharp gaze lingered on Yu Heng's face for a moment before shifting to the window.

He recalled the eerie red flames dancing in the sky, whose ability to ignore defense and penetrate directly to the body's surface was indeed beyond his understanding of conventional soul skills.

Yuheng seemed to sense the young master's doubts and struggled to sit up straight, but was interrupted by an even more violent cough.

"Cough cough cough—it can't be wrong! Young Master!"

His voice was weak, yet it carried a resolute tone.

"Those flames—they completely ignored the dragon-transformation defense on my hands, like living things, relentlessly burrowing into my body!"

"I could clearly feel that he was holding back his strength while fighting me; the destructive power of those flames was far from being fully unleashed—if I hadn't decisively chosen to concede, I probably wouldn't even have survived this mangled body; my soul would have been completely burned away!"

Recalling the intense heat, as if from the sun, and its penetrating power, Yuheng still couldn't help but shudder, cold sweat pouring down her face, soaking her thin clothes.

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his heart filled with shock: [Ignoring the dragon's defenses, directly attacking the internal organs, even damaging the soul?! Such a bizarre and domineering method, its owner is no ordinary person! Such a genius could never remain unknown forever!]

He quickly suppressed his turbulent emotions, turned to the trusted followers standing behind him, and said in an unquestionable tone: "You must set off immediately, using every means at your disposal, both overt and covert, to find out that person's true identity and background!"

"Yes, sir!" The attendants dared not delay and, after receiving the order, dashed out of the tent like the wind and disappeared into the deep night.

Half an hour later, the attendants returned with solemn expressions. As soon as they entered the private room, they all knelt down on one knee. The leader clasped his hands and said in a deep voice, "Young Master, please forgive us! We used all our undercover agents and even contacted some intelligence dealers in the city, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea. We were unable to find any valid identity information about that person, as if he were completely shrouded in a thick fog."

"We only collected some of their battle records from yesterday's Arena."

Yu Yuanzhen put down the white jade wine cup he was playing with, and the bottom of the cup lightly touched the table, making a crisp "tap" sound.

He wasn't angry; he just gave a soft "hmm" and unconsciously tapped his fingertips on the table.

This result, in fact, confirmed his earlier suspicions—[The other party's background is indeed unfathomable; the extent to which information could be blocked is beyond the capabilities of an ordinary Soul Master.]

"It's alright, this matter was already tricky, it's not your fault."

He waved his hand, his tone indifferent: "That person's identity is definitely extraordinary. It must have been intentionally hidden. Show me the battle records you've found out."

Without hesitation, the attendants respectfully presented a well-organized dossier.

Yu Yuanzhen casually flipped through the pages, his gaze sweeping over them quickly.

At first, his expression was relatively calm, but as he read on, his brows furrowed more and more.

Records show that in all of that person's previous battles, he relied on his extremely fast movements and fierce fist and foot skills, combined with his first two soul skills, to quickly and decisively win each battle.

However, when fighting against Yuheng, he used his third soul skill, which was clearly a powerful amplification skill!

A thought flashed through Yu Yuanzhen's mind like lightning: [Even the third soul skill is an amplification skill, so the unrevealed fourth soul skill is most likely of the same type! Add to that the bizarre and unpredictable, seemingly self-created fire soul skill—this is practically using all his soul rings to enhance his basic attributes!]

This extreme and unconventional approach to construction made him feel both intrigued and vaguely uneasy.

A pure "amplification" Soul Master, without corresponding offensive and defensive skills and variations, is no different from a brute with great strength but no method, and is easily countered.

Unless—unless the other party possesses an exquisitely crafted, self-created soul skill that can compensate for all of this!

Yu Yuanzhen's gaze returned to Yu Heng, who lay pale on the bed, and he recalled the strange flames that filled the sky. He had already made up his mind.

It seems that what we've encountered today is not a simple-minded brute, but a peerless genius who doesn't follow the beaten path, yet possesses terrifying potential and dares to break conventions!

This realization gave rise to a sense of apprehension, yet also a strange excitement and anticipation, as if he had met his match.

This encounter was perhaps more interesting than he had anticipated.