Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

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He took a small sip, closed his eyes to savor it for a moment, and then slowly opened them.

"I must say, the medicinal wine you brought back is really good stuff."

"After drinking it, I felt warm all over, and the soreness in my shoulders also eased a lot."

“If it’s useful, just drink a cup every day,” Wang Teng said with a smile. “After you finish it, my brother and I will buy you more.”

"Correct."

Wang Sheng nodded quickly.

"I know you are filial."

Wang Wu waved his hand and poured another half cup.

"But there's no need for that."

"I've already collected the tiger bones and penis from this tiger and soaked them."

"By the time you finish these three jars, my tiger bone wine should be ready."

"Homemade is just as good as what you buy outside."

After speaking, Wang Wu looked up at his two sons and suddenly asked, "How long do you plan to stay this time? When are you leaving?"

There was a moment of silence at the table after the question was asked.

Wang Sheng remained silent, his gaze shifting to Wang Teng.

Although he was the eldest brother, the family members tacitly agreed that Wang Teng should make the decisions regarding cultivation and future prospects.

The father clearly understood this as well.

Wang Teng put down his chopsticks, thought for a moment, and then said, "Let's stay a few more days, there's no rush."

"And then what?"

Wang Wu pressed further, "What are your plans? Where are you going?"

Wang Teng and Wang Sheng exchanged a glance before Wang Teng said, "For the next two years, I plan to take my older brother to become a mercenary."

“佣兵？”

Wang Wu frowned slightly, his fingers unconsciously stroking the wine glass.

"Ah."

Wang Teng nodded and explained, "I don't think your cultivation method is suitable for staying in the Soul Arena all the time."

"His martial spirit is the War Tiger. As you can tell from the name, it is a martial spirit born for actual combat and fighting."

"Staying in the ring all the time won't allow you to unleash your full potential."

"Why not go directly to the Soul Hunter Forest and train in real combat?"

Wang Teng spoke earnestly, and Wang Wu listened attentively.

After his son finished speaking, Wang Wu remained silent for a moment, then asked again, "Was this for your older brother?"

"What about yourself?"

Why do you want to become a mercenary too?

"Me..."

Wang Teng paused, seemingly considering his words.

"My martial soul is a spinning top. During my training in the Great Soul Arena, my speed wasn't slow, but it wasn't particularly fast either."

"So I was thinking, maybe a different environment would make a difference."

"Besides, my brother's martial spirit is suited to the path of a mercenary. If I go with him, we can look out for each other."

"Give it a try, maybe I can find a breakthrough opportunity in actual combat."

The kitchen fell silent, with only the occasional crackling sound of the oil lamp wick.

The embers in the stove were still radiating their last warmth, casting long shadows of the three people on the wall.

After a while, Wang Wu drank the last bit of wine in his cup in one gulp.

He put down his cup, stood up, walked over to Wang Teng, and patted his son on the shoulder.

"Since you've already made up your mind, then don't linger at home for too long."

"Let's set off tomorrow... no, the day after tomorrow."

After Wang Wu finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door.

He suddenly stopped when he was almost at the door.

At this moment, Wang Wu had already stepped one foot out of the threshold, but then pulled it back.

He didn't turn around, but kept his back to his two sons. His voice was soft, yet it clearly reached their ears.

"If you get too tired outside, remember to come home."

"Got it, Dad."

Wang Teng nodded heavily, his voice slightly strained.

Wang Wu then stepped out the door, his figure quickly disappearing into the night in the courtyard.

Only the two brothers remained in the kitchen.

The glow of the oil lamp flickered on the table, illuminating the empty bowls and plates and the opened jar of medicinal wine.

"Little brother."

Wang Shengxian spoke first, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Are we really going to become mercenaries?"

Wang Teng nodded and said, "How could it be fake?"

"So... should we prepare anything?"

Wang Sheng pondered for a moment, then asked, "For example, armor, weapons, or the like?"

"Mercenaries must often have to spend the night in the wild, so tents and dry rations should be prepared."

"We don't need to buy armor and weapons separately."

Wang Teng reminded him, "When we went to hunt for the first spirit ring before, didn't you forge a pair of iron claws? I also prepared a few short spears. Those are still usable."

"The leather armor I bought that time is still sturdy."

"As for tents and rations... we can get them when we get to the mercenary settlement. Some things we need to buy based on actual needs."

"That makes sense." Wang Sheng thought about it and agreed. "Shall we leave first thing the day after tomorrow?"

"First thing the day after tomorrow," Wang Teng confirmed.

The two discussed some details: what personal belongings to bring, which route to take, and which town's mercenary guild to register in first...

The light of the oil lamp gradually dimmed, and the oil was almost gone.

Finally, Wang Sheng stood up and said, "Then I'll go tidy up the yard first. The tiger skin also needs to be hung up to dry in the shade. We'll deal with the bones tomorrow."

Wang Teng nodded, watching his elder brother lift the curtain and go out.

He sat for a while longer before blowing out the oil lamp and groping his way back to his room in the dark.

The moonlight outside the window was perfect, and the silvery light seeped in through the cracks in the doors and windows, spreading a small patch of radiance on the ground.

Wang Teng lay on the bed, staring at the shadows cast by the roof beams, his mind churning with thoughts.

Chapter 85 Soul Hunting Town

The mornings in Tiger King Village always have a special freshness.

As dawn broke, a thin mist still shrouded the old trees at the village entrance, while the crowing of roosters echoed from each courtyard.

The brothers Wang Teng and Wang Sheng had already packed their luggage and moved two not-so-large packages onto the carriage parked in front of the door.

Wang Wu stood at the door, watching his two sons put their luggage into the car.

He got up exceptionally early today and even changed into clean clothes. He just stood there without saying a word, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two brothers.

Wang Shengxian turned around, walked up to his father, straightened his father's slightly wrinkled collar, and said, "Dad, we're leaving."

"Don't overwork yourself at home. If the grocery store is too busy, close it early and take a break."

"understood."

Wang Wu patted his son's arm, his voice relatively calm.

"As the older brother, you need to take good care of your younger brother while you're out there."

"Do not worry."

Wang Sheng nodded vigorously.

At this moment, Wang Teng also walked over.

He didn't say anything, but simply reached out and hugged his father.

Wang Wu's body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed and patted his son's back.

"Dad, we're leaving. Take care of yourself at home."

Wang Teng released his hand and looked into his father's eyes as he spoke.