Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Wang Sheng's eyes lit up, and the gloom on his face instantly dissipated.

"Really? That's wonderful! I've been wanting to go back and see it for ages!"

“Let’s go, brother,” Wang Teng said, walking towards the door. “Let’s go to town first and buy some gifts to take back.”

"Wait for me!"

Wang Sheng quickly got up and followed.

The two brothers walked out of the courtyard one after the other.

The streets of Soto are gradually becoming more lively.

The morning light gently spread across the bluestone path.

The shops on both sides also gradually removed their doors, and the breakfast stalls emitted a steaming aroma.

Wang Teng took a deep breath of the familiar yet unfamiliar air, and his heart suddenly relaxed.

Perhaps, temporarily leaving this life that has been repeating itself for more than two years, this life that is so tense and repetitive, doesn't seem so bad.

Early in the morning, Wang Teng and Wang Sheng walked side by side on the streets of Soto City, the sunlight casting long, thin shadows of them.

They were not going out to cultivate or to fight, but simply to make some preparations for returning home.

After all, they couldn't very well go back empty-handed after being away from home for two years.

“Last time I went back, I brought my father a new bow, but now he can’t use it anymore.”

As Wang Sheng walked, he looked around at the shops on the street and chatted idly, "The general store's business is doing alright. He hasn't had time to go hunting in the mountains for a long time."

"So let's not buy any weapons this time. Even the best weapons are a waste if we don't need them."

"What should I bring?"

Wang Teng stroked his chin and asked, "Could it be that you want to buy some health supplements?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Teng was taken aback for a moment.

Before I transmigrated, what I hated most were those exaggerated health product advertisements.

Why is this the first thing that comes to mind after time travel?

Wang Teng quickly shook his head, trying to banish this unreliable thought from his mind.

"How about... we buy some good wine?"

Wang Teng's eyes suddenly lit up as he came up with a good idea.

"liquor?"

Wang Sheng shook his head and refused, saying, "Father doesn't drink much, have you forgotten?"

Even during holidays, he would only take a small sip, never more.

"Brother, is it possible that the family was too poor before and Father was reluctant to drink alcohol? I think buying him some medicinal wine would be a good idea."

"Well... it's not impossible."

Wang Sheng said with a slight frown.

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(Wang Teng left mainly because he was discouraged. He was surrounded by geniuses like Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Dai Mubai, who cultivated at extremely fast speeds. He couldn't keep up, which made him feel frustrated. So, he wanted to change his environment and clear his mind.)

Chapter 75 Gifts from Everyone

Wang Teng pointed to a spot not far ahead and said, "Look, there's a wine shop up ahead. Why don't we go in and take a look?"

Before Wang Sheng could say anything more, he had already pulled his brother along and walked quickly over.

As soon as you lift the curtain of the wine shop, a rich aroma of wine wafts out.

The shop wasn't big, but it was clean and tidy, with wooden shelves against the wall filled with pottery jars of various sizes.

Apart from that, the liquor store only had one counter and one owner.

"Boss, do you have any medicinal wines suitable for middle-aged and elderly people?"

Wang Teng raised his voice and asked.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please come in, sir!"

A middle-aged man immediately emerged from behind the counter. He had a round, prosperous face, was dressed in a well-fitting silk robe, and had a warm smile on his face.

"I am the manager here, gentlemen. Please do not hesitate to ask if you need anything."

At this moment, Wang Sheng stepped forward and added, "We want to buy some medicinal wine for our father. His shoulder is not good; it's a problem he developed from hunting when he was young."

"Shopkeeper, do you have anything suitable here?"

"Oh, you've come to the right place!"

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up even more, and he quickly introduced, "We happen to have three kinds of medicinal wine for treating back pain."

The shop owner held up three fingers and began to introduce the wine as if reciting a familiar story: "The first one is 'Seven Herbs Wine,' made with seven kinds of herbs. It's the gentlest for relaxing muscles and tendons."

"The second type is 'Seven Insect Wine,' made with seven kinds of poisonous insects. It uses poison to fight poison and is more effective."

"As for the third type, it is 'Seven Bone Wine' made from the bones of soul beasts. It strengthens bones and replenishes qi, and has the strongest effect."

"These three types of wine are all priced the same, one gold soul coin per jar."

"Which one would you like, gentlemen?"

Wang Sheng asked somewhat embarrassedly, "Can...can I try some?"

"of course can!"

The owner readily agreed and led the two to the wine rack by the wall, where they carefully carried down three earthenware jars, each the size of a human head, from the top shelf.

He broke the clay seal, scooped out a small cup from each person, placed them on the counter, and said, "Please, both of you."

Wang Teng and Wang Sheng exchanged a glance, each picked up a glass, and carefully took a sip.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The pungent smell of alcohol hit their throats, and both of them couldn't help but cough.

At their age, apart from the time their father dipped a little bit of alcohol into their chopsticks and tasted it during the Lunar New Year, when had they ever actually drunk any alcohol?

The boss chuckled and handed over two glasses of water, then asked, "It seems you two young men don't drink often."

"So, have you decided yet? Which one will you choose?"

Wang Sheng took a sip of water, wiped his mouth, looked at Wang Teng, and asked, "Little brother, what do you think?"

Wang Teng couldn't really tell the difference between good and bad, but thinking that the shop owner was just an ordinary person and probably wouldn't dare to cheat the two Soul Masters, he simply said, "One jar of each, please."

"okay!"

The boss deftly took a bamboo basket from the corner, lined it with dry grass, and then took out three jars of medicinal wine.

Finally, the boss carefully placed the three jars of wine into the bamboo basket and handed them to Wang Teng.

"Please take this, gentlemen."

Wang Teng counted out three gold soul coins and placed them on the counter.

The two brothers carried their bamboo baskets out of the wine shop and continued strolling down the street.

Next, the two of them bought a variety of things.

They picked out a sturdy and handy walking stick for Elder Martin, the village elder.

Wang Teng chose an elegant tea set for Yu Xiaogang, always remembering the kindness of lending him the book.

I also bought several bags of special "fruit radishes" from a fruit and vegetable shop.

This is a product created by a food-type Soul Master in Soto City. It can be stored for a long time, which is perfect for Xiao Wu, who loves carrots.

As he bought more and more things, the bamboo basket on Wang Sheng's back gradually became heavier.

He adjusted the straps and suddenly thought of something: "Everyone bought some, should we get one for Tang San too? After all, we used to be quite familiar with each other."

"Of course I'll bring them," Wang Teng nodded. "It's just that I haven't decided what to bring yet..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Sheng suddenly nudged his arm and pointed to a shop ahead: "Look at the people in that shop over there, don't they look like Dean Flander?"

Wang Teng looked in that direction and saw a shop ahead with several special rune symbols engraved on the lintel. These were common markings used by shops related to Soul Masters.

There was a man sitting behind the counter in the shop, wearing crystal glasses, lounging in a recliner. Who else could it be but Flander?

“It’s not just a resemblance, it’s Dean Flander.”

After Wang Teng finished speaking, the two of them quickly walked over.

As soon as he entered the store, Wang Teng quickly looked around.

Suddenly, the lights in the store dimmed.

At the same time, Wang Teng also sensed a peculiar energy fluctuation in the shop.

However, this fluctuation was very small, subtle, and barely perceptible.

"This feeling... could it be the aura of a soul tool?"

Wang Teng's heart stirred, and he continued to look around.

All I could see were all sorts of strange and unusual objects displayed on the wooden shelves on the walls and in the glass counters.

Some resemble compasses, some lenses, and some have no discernible purpose, yet their surfaces all shimmer with a faint glow of soul power.

"Dean Flander, what are you doing here?"

Wang Sheng asked curiously.

"Ok?"

Flander slightly raised his head from the recliner and glanced at the two of them through his glasses.

"It's you two! I own this shop. If I'm not here, where else would I be?"

Wang Teng walked to the counter and asked, "Dean, we'd like to buy a gift for a friend. Do you have any recommendations?"

"Gift?"