Douluo Continent: The Spirit A Yin, a Master of Both Bow and Sword

Chapter 1 The Dead Wood Bow

Spirit City, Spirit Hall, Elite Student Dormitory and Training Ground.

A handsome little boy, dressed in a bathrobe and looking about six or seven years old, was gazing intently at the night stars with deep confusion and bewilderment in his eyes.

"APTX4869? Did the system's descent cause my age and body to shrink? Or... did I become a sage last night...?"

Ye Tianxing symbolically flicked his hand. It had only been a day since he crossed from Blue Star to Douluo Continent, and the things that happened during that time were simply unbelievable and incomprehensible.

Wearing, yes, wearing.

A young man who had already set his dreams free on New Year's Eve closed his eyes slightly, kicked his legs, and the next second he arrived in the fantasy world that only novel protagonists could enter: Douluo Continent.

Floor tiles and ceiling tiles are examples of this.

Falling from the boundless blue sky like a shooting star, a promising young man of twenty-five was instantly transformed into a six-year-old child, wearing clothes that were slightly torn due to the enlargement.

A pair of clear, bright eyes successfully caught the attention of a Spirit Hall deacon who was passing by and on his way to a nearby village to awaken a spirit, and he gazed at her with enthusiasm and anticipation.

Oh open!

Grand prize!

Innate full soul power.

Ye Tianxing still remembers the deacon repeatedly saying, "I'm set for life..."

I repeated it so many times that tears involuntarily streamed down my face, and I wiped them away without caring about my image.

Immediately, the deacon seemed to have found a treasure. After glancing around to make sure no one was watching, and after consulting Ye Tianxing, he discovered that the boy was an orphan...

Ye Tianxing was then taken to the Spirit Hall.

Looking at the unfamiliar yet bustling and majestic city before him, and at all the plot details he knew in his mind, Ye Tianxing felt both fortunate and disappointed.

Fortunately, I arrived at the world's largest organization right after landing. With my innate full soul power, I have no shortage of resources. In the future, I will at least become a titled Douluo and become an elder.

Disappointingly, Ye Tianxing didn't know whether the original protagonist, Tang San, was born as Buddha, or whether he was six years old in the early stages, had just finished the Soul Master Competition in the middle stages, or had cheated in the later stages.

Actually, Ye Tianxing preferred to start from scratch because he wanted to see what it was like.

Is it the modern people with modern knowledge who are more powerful, or the outer disciples of the hidden weapon sect who are full of ways to seek death?

"Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it. We can't go home right now, and we joined the Spirit Hall without really knowing what happened." Ye Tianxing pouted and muttered softly, "As for Tang San..."

In his previous life, online opinions about Tang San were extremely polarized. Ye Tianxing was a die-hard fan among the haters because he felt that the guy who said "I'd rather be Xiao Yan's little brother than Tang San's brother" made sense.

When I was a child, I was very excited watching it, but as I grew up, I always felt that something was wrong, something strange that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"Who cares? Improving my strength is the priority. If I don't want to be crushed to death by Tang Ritian's hammer, I still need to climb up the ranks of the Spirit Hall. There are a lot of titled Douluo elders here, and the Pope is Bibi Dong, who has the inheritance of the Rakshasa God. Although she is an incurable love-struck fool, she is still quite good to her disciples."

"The Deadwood Bow!"

A large, winding, emerald-green bow woven from withered vines appeared in Ye Tianxing's left hand.

This is his martial spirit, the withered wood bow.

It is named the Deadwood Bow because the bow is shaped like a deadwood, and often, seemingly ordinary things can produce unexpected results at crucial moments.

Therefore, it was named: Drywood Bow.

Ye Tianxing didn't believe that a bow with innate full soul power was just an ordinary bow.

The bow has no string; it is drawn by injecting soul power. With Ye Tianxing's current soul power, he can only draw it three times before it reaches its limit.

The playground in front of Ye Tianxing's dormitory is covered with lush green grass. Directly in front of it is a stone tablet with the college's regulations and daily course schedule written on it.

Ye Tianxing drew his bow, channeling his soul power into the withered wooden bow. The two ends of the bow glowed, and two white threads extended from the ends, eventually converging between Ye Tianxing's fingers.

A sharp, transparent arrow with a triangular arrowhead rests on the bow.

"I just graduated from university and somehow ended up in this godforsaken place. I haven't even picked up a single girl, just a bunch of finger-wielding warriors, a promising young man of the 21st century. If I find out who did this, I'll make them pay!"

An arrow, imbued with Ye Tianxing's dissatisfaction, was fired.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow grazed the stone tablet but missed.

It wasn't that Ye Tianxing's aim was poor, but rather that he was feeling frustrated, and this arrow was simply a way to vent his frustration.

Besides, Ye Tianxing didn't dare to actually shoot the stone tablet, because when he first arrived, the teacher in charge of this place explained the rules of the Spirit Hall Academy, especially since Ye Tianxing was in the elite class.

The stone tablet is the "face," and Ye Tianxing is not bold enough to actually attack it.

Ye Tianxing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much better. The withered wooden bow in his hand flashed away as he prepared to leave and return to his dormitory to rest.

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"Destroying public property isn't the act of a good child. Such a young age and such a shockingly aggressive attitude—is there a story behind it? Tell this old man, how about it?"

A playful and teasing remark suddenly reached Ye Tianxing's ears, causing a huge uproar.

Ye Tianxing suddenly turned around, his bright eyes widening slightly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Before him stood a boy dressed in white, with flowing white hair brushing against half of his face, an innocent smile on his lips, a youthful face, yet appearing mature beyond his years.

Although this person seemed harmless, Ye Tianxing still dared not be careless. The fact that he could come up behind him silently meant that he must have seen what Ye Tianxing had just done.

If this person informs on him, even if Ye Tianxing has innate full soul power, he will be punished tomorrow.

While having innate full soul power is highly valued, good character is also essential.

Seeing Ye Tianxing remain silent and sweat beading on his forehead, the youthful-looking boy couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Child, I won't tell anyone what just happened. Don't be nervous, just pretend I was never here."

You've never been here before?

Who is the person standing in front of me?

Ye Tianxing leaned slightly forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said in a childish tone, "Hello, teacher. My name is Ye Tianxing. I am a student in the elite Soul Master class who just arrived today. Please forgive me for what I did earlier."

"It's alright." The boy with the youthful face waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned, and then asked, "Your name is Ye Tianxing, right? I'll call you Xiaoxing for now. Xiaoxing, tell me, what were you thinking when you shot that arrow just now?"

"What is it?" Ye Tianxing did not answer.

He can't exactly say that what he wants is to not have a passionate romance, and to not have a cell phone, computer, or video games, because that would be a huge blow to an ambitious young man.

"I was completely confused, a complete mess, and inexplicably brought here. I was filled with fear," Ye Tianxing said evasively.

The youthful-looking boy nodded and said, "It's only natural to feel frustrated and unable to exhale properly. Martial spirit is the lifeblood of a soul master, not a tool to vent one's frustrations."

"I am well-versed in your teachings," Ye Tianxing said. "May I ask your name, teacher?"

"I am Guangling," Guangling said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Ye Tianxing's pupils contracted.

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(End of this chapter)