Douluo Continent: From Rusty Spear to Emperor-Slaying Spear

Chapter 72 War Spear and Mad Dragon Dance

Ji Wuming walked step by step toward the giant squid, gripping the Blood Thunder Spear tightly in his hand, a black soul ring rising beneath his feet.

"Fifth Soul Skill: War Spear Mad Dragon Dance."

He swung the Blood Thunder Spear in both hands, and the spear spun out, instantly forming a violent red tornado on the sea. It was unmistakably a phantom of a blood dragon and a large amount of flying blood-rusted sand.

The giant squid, attempting to escape, was sucked into a tornado. The blood-soaked tornado, like a blade, rapidly sliced ​​through the squid's incredibly tough skin, while the rusty sand directly penetrated its body.

Its body rapidly decayed, eventually turning into multiple streaks of blood mist that permeated the entire sea and sky.

Meanwhile, the ferocious shark, having already given up the chase and swam away into the distance, stared in astonishment at the giant squid's miserable state. Its fear of the human before it intensified.

If it hadn't seen Ji Wuming swing his spear and flee into the distance, it would have died in the exact same way as the giant squid.

At this moment, Ji Wuming watched as the effects of the soul skill dissipated and the blood mist appeared above the sea and sky. He nodded happily.

"Not bad, this fifth soul skill is not bad."

Compared to his fourth soul skill's single-target attack, his fifth soul skill can generate seven blood poison tornadoes simultaneously, making it a very typical area-of-effect soul skill.

However, compared to his third major area-of-effect soul skill, it's still somewhat disappointing. But both the fifth and third soul skills share a very good characteristic: they allow for control over the skill's release effect and power. The fewer Blood Poison Tornadoes there are, the lower the soul power consumed.

If he could fully unleash the power of his fifth soul skill, given his current soul power level of 53, he could use it up to four times.

Ji Wuming mounted the Fierce Shark again and patted its belly.

"Your shark's not bad, give me a ride some more!"

The man and the shark headed south towards the location of Hanhai City.

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Two and a half months later, at the seaside of Blue Fish Village

Wearing a mask, Ji Wuming finally set foot on the mainland. He stretched and looked at the ferocious sharks that kept lurking along the shore.

"Very well, since we are destined to meet, I'll take all of these things. I hope we can meet again in the future."

Ji Wuming took out all the golden melon peels he had collected and threw them into the sea for the beast to swallow. Watching the Fiery Shark leave without looking back, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Sigh, you shark will eventually transform into a dragon, so just be careful not to get eaten by other sea spirit beasts."

As the sun set, Ji Wuming returned to the village. To conceal his whereabouts as much as possible, he even tied up his white hair and covered it with a black long-brimmed hat.

At this time of day, the villagers have all finished their farm work. Wisps of smoke rise from their chimneys, the aroma of cooked food fills the air, and the sounds of children playing echo throughout the village.

Ji Wuming climbed over the wall through a window in the backyard of the village chief's house. Just as he reached the main hall, an aged voice rang out.

"Soul Master, who are you looking for here?"

An elderly man, leaning on a cane, with gray hair, loose skin, and wrinkles etched on his face, slowly walked towards Ji Wuming. He had originally intended to call out to someone...

However, based on the unique aura emanating from him, it can be determined that the person before him is a Soul Master, and a Soul Master dressed in this manner is highly likely to have evil intentions.

If he shouts, it will only anger the Soul Master in front of him.

Ji Wuming slowly removed his mask and hat.

"I never imagined that you would have aged so much in just two or three years, village chief."

"Soul Master, do you know me? Our village seems to have never produced such a handsome Soul Master as you before?"

The old village chief felt very uncomfortable upon hearing this. He was just an ordinary villager. When did he become acquainted with such a Soul Master?

Seeing the old village chief's aloof demeanor, Ji Wuming chuckled and quickly explained,

"Village Chief, it's me, Ji Wuming, the boy you've watched grow up!"

"Xiao Ji, is that really you?"

Upon hearing this, the old village chief's cane fell to the ground. He stared blankly at the completely unfamiliar Ji Wuming before him.

"Xiao Ji, what happened to you? You've become like this!"

Ji Wuming stepped forward, helped him sit down, and gave him a general account of what had happened during the two years he had been away.

"I see, Xiao Ji, you've broken through to the Soul Master level?"

Ji Wuming nodded silently, while the old village chief was overjoyed and prepared to pass on the news. However, recalling Ji Wuming's earlier attire, he suppressed his urge to spread the word.

"Xiao Ji, if we run into trouble, we won't leave. With your current status, it's a bit of a waste for you to be a blacksmith in the village, but it's still good for you to have a stable life."

"No, the first reason I came back this time was to visit you, and the second was to bring some tonics for you and the villagers."

Several small yellow bottles suddenly appeared on the wooden table. Ji Wuming looked at the utterly astonished old village chief and continued,

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"Village chief, these are some of the best tonics I've collected over the years. They can relax muscles and tendons and improve blood circulation. I've ground them into powder, and they can be taken after being boiled in a large pot."

"Village chief, if you brew a bottle every three days and give it to the villagers, perhaps our village will be able to produce a few more Soul Masters in the future."

Upon hearing this explosive news, the old village chief gripped Ji Wuming's hands tightly, looking at him with bright, piercing eyes.

"Xiao Ji, these herbs are extremely precious. Are you really willing to give them to me?"

Ji Wuming nodded silently. This medicinal powder was what he had prepared for the villagers, made from a silkworm, a cinnabar lotus, and some precious herbs.

While it cannot change the quality of a martial soul for ordinary people, it can significantly extend their lifespan and even allow children in the village to awaken innate soul power, thereby changing their fate.

"Xiao Ji? You are such a kind child. It is a great blessing for our village to have you. I thank you on behalf of the children in the village."

Just as the old village chief was about to kneel down and kowtow to Ji Wuming, Ji Wuming immediately helped him up.

"You are an elder. If it weren't for your and the villagers' care, I might have died long ago. We should repay even the smallest kindness with the greatest gratitude. We are all from the same village and should help each other."

"Yes, Xiao Ji, I have some food at home. Please stay and have a meal!"

When the old village chief prepared to go to the kitchen to fetch some food, Ji Wuming refused.

"No, village chief, I should be going now."

Before leaving, Ji Wuming made sure to leave behind ten catties of hundred-year-old soul beast meat. As for why he didn't leave anything more, he was afraid the village chief wouldn't be able to protect it. Even the medicinal powders, Ji Wuming had repeatedly reminded the old village chief to use carefully.

After all, you can't see into someone's heart. Greed is a person's greatest strength, but also their greatest weakness.

(End of this chapter)