Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

"Brother, what are you thinking?"

Wang Teng shook his head with a wry smile.

He was about to explain when he suddenly remembered that there was a driver outside the carriage. So he lowered his voice, leaned close to Wang Sheng's ear, and said, "The real effect of whale glue is that it can greatly improve the physical fitness of a Soul Master."

"If used properly, it can even help a Soul Master absorb Soul Rings of a higher age than their level."

Wang Sheng's eyes widened suddenly, and he blurted out, "Really?"

His voice rose slightly in surprise.

Wang Sheng immediately realized something was wrong and quickly lifted a corner of the carriage curtain to look outside.

At this moment, the driver was focused on driving and seemed not to notice the conversation inside the carriage.

Wang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, lowered his voice, and asked urgently, "Where did you get this information? Is it reliable?"

"You don't need to worry about the source of the information."

Wang Teng waved his hand and said firmly, "In short, it's definitely true."

Wang Sheng stared at his younger brother for a while, and seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, his expression gradually became serious.

He was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Even if this is true... little brother, have you thought about the consequences?"

Wang Sheng started analyzing each item one by one, counting on his fingers.

"Even if you consume whale gelatin and your physical abilities improve, allowing you to absorb spirit rings beyond your level, then what?"

“A family like ours simply cannot go into the Soul Beast Forest to hunt for Soul Rings on our own.”

"At that time, you'll still need someone to help you hunt down the enemy for your second spirit ring."

"Either hire a mercenary soul-hunting team, or ask an acquaintance to help you hunt souls."

“No matter which method you use,” Wang Sheng said in an even lower voice, “once the age of the soul ring you absorb is significantly beyond the norm, others will definitely become suspicious.”

"What will you say when they ask you how you did it?"

"You must understand the principle that possessing a treasure is a crime."

As Wang Teng listened, the excitement on his face gradually faded, replaced by deep frustration.

He leaned back, slumped against the carriage wall, and let out a long sigh.

He had considered these issues.

He was blinded by the "thing about absorbing a spirit ring beyond his level" and deliberately avoided these real obstacles.

The carriage fell silent, with only the rumbling of the wheels on the road remaining.

Outside the car window, the sun began to set, and the sky was tinged with a faint orange-red.

After a long while, Wang Teng suddenly sat up straight, his eyes regaining their resolve: "Never mind."

There's always a way out.

"It's always right to solidify your foundation first."

"As for the Soul Hunting matter... we'll talk about it later."

"Anyway, I'm only level seventeen now. It will take at least another year or two to reach level twenty."

Wang Teng looked at Wang Sheng and solemnly decided, "I still want to buy the whale glue."

Wang Sheng stared at him for a long time before finally nodding and agreeing, "Alright, since you've made up your mind, I support you."

After saying that, Wang Sheng reached into his pocket, fumbled for a moment, and pulled out a thin card, which he then handed over.

The card is made of some kind of metal, silver-white all over, with an exquisite seven-story pagoda pattern engraved on the edge, which is the symbol of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"This is the Golden Soul Card stored in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's bank."

"All our money is in there."

Wang Sheng explained, "Just use this to buy whatever you want."

"As for the whale glue... you can handle it yourself, don't worry about my share."

Wang Teng took the card, feeling the cool metallic touch on his fingertips.

He stroked the intricate patterns on the card's surface, and couldn't help but marvel at how surprisingly advanced the soul-guided technology of this world was in some aspects.

Wang Teng carefully put the card away, and the two brothers stopped talking and closed their eyes to rest.

The carriage continued its journey, heading towards home.

A few days later, at dusk, the carriage finally entered the territory of Tiger King Village.

The familiar dirt road, the familiar fence, the familiar smoke from the chimney.

Wang Teng lifted the carriage curtain and greedily gazed at the scenery rushing past the window.

Two years after leaving home, the village seems to have changed little, yet it still feels familiar and welcoming.

"We have a lot of stuff this time, so let the carriage deliver it right to our doorstep."

Wang Sheng said to the coachman.

The carriage did not stop at the village entrance, but continued to drive in.

The wheels rolled over the familiar stone pavement, making a hollow echo.

"By the way, brother, where is Father's general store?"

Wang Teng asked curiously.

"It's in the middle of the village, a convenient place for everyone to buy things."

Wang Sheng pointed ahead and said, "Just follow this road, we're almost there."

After walking for a few more minutes, a small bungalow came into view.

A simple wooden sign hangs in front of the house, with the words "Wang Family Grocery Store" written on it in charcoal.

The shop was open, and you could see the shelves inside filled with goods.

"Driver, stop here."

Wang Teng shouted.

The carriage slowly came to a stop.

The two brothers jumped off the cart, and the driver helped them unload their luggage and packages, which were of all sizes.

Wang Sheng gave an extra silver soul coin as a thank you gift, and the coachman drove away, expressing his deepest gratitude.

Wang Teng stood in front of the grocery store, took a deep breath, and then stepped inside.

The shop was filled with a mixture of smells: the fragrance of rice and flour, the salty and savory aroma of dried goods, and a faint smell of dust.

The shelves against the wall were densely packed with all sorts of goods: cooking oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, needles and thread, local specialties...

This small general store, though simple, has everything you could possibly need.

There was no one behind the counter.

"Dad! We're back!"

Wang Teng called out as he searched for his father.

"Coming! Who is it? What do you want to buy?"

The curtain to the inner room was lifted, and a middle-aged man strode out.

It was Wang Wu.

Two years have passed, and my father seems to have changed little, except for a few more gray hairs at his temples.

Chapter 82 Reuniting with an Old Friend

Wang Wu was visibly stunned when he saw Wang Teng.

A delighted smile immediately spread across his face: "Teng'er? Why are you back?"

"I've come back to see you."

Wang Teng also smiled.

Wang Wu quickly walked around the counter, patted his son's shoulder hard, and then looked towards the door.

"Where's your older brother? Why didn't he come back with you?"

"My older brother has gone home with his luggage."

Wang Teng said, "We brought quite a lot of things this time."

"well!"

Wang Wu nodded repeatedly, his face full of smiles.

"We're closed today, let's go home!"

He deftly closed the shop door, bolted it, and pulled Wang Teng along as they headed home.

The setting sun cast long shadows of the father and son onto the village road.

Back in the familiar courtyard, Wang Sheng had already moved all his luggage into the house and was drawing water from the well to wash his hands.

When he saw his father return, he grinned.

That night, Wang Wu cooked a large table of dishes.

The medicinal wine that Wang Teng brought back was opened, and its rich aroma filled the room.

The father and his two sons sat around the table. Wang Wu listened to his sons recount their experiences in Soto City over the past two years, occasionally asking them a few questions. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out.

The candlelight flickered, casting the shadows of the three people onto the wall.

Outside, the familiar chirping of insects filled the air; inside, the long-awaited reunion took place.

Wang Teng took a sip of the warmed medicinal wine, and the warmth spread from his throat all the way to his stomach.

Looking at his father and brother's smiling faces, he suddenly felt that all the hardships of the journey, the frustrations of cultivation, and the anxieties about the future had been temporarily put aside at this moment.

This is what home feels like.