Douluo Continent: Building a Divine Kingdom Starting from the Spirit Hall

If he didn't destroy the Haotian Sect first, he really couldn't take that girl under his wing, since the Haotian Sect was no pushover.

"The Haotian Sect is not a concern; the key issue is the missing Tang Chen."

Guang Ling was extremely wary, having personally experienced the Tang Chen era, a time when Tang Chen was a man even more powerful and influential than the Grand Elder.

Although their Spirit Hall has improved rapidly in recent years, that Haotian Douluo is certainly not bad either, and may even have obtained the divine inheritance or become a god at level 100.

What are your plans regarding Poseidon Island?

When asked about another place, Hai Liuyun was quite familiar with Poseidon Island.

He was actually a Sea Soul Master. His family lived in the coastal area, not far from Hanhai City. However, his family was destroyed by his enemies, and he fled to the inland. He became a disciple of the old dean and inherited the Huanyin Academy.

Although he had never been to Poseidon Island, he knew that the place truly existed, and it was even said that there was divine power there, with the same mythological aura as the Angel God of the Spirit Hall.

"I don't know. Poseidon Island is a special case. It depends on what the High Priest thinks."

Guangling said she didn't know and didn't dare to ask.

Chapter 147 The Crown Prince's Headache

Guangling's guess was correct; Tang Yuehua did not come that night because she was hunting for a spirit ring.

Tang Yuehua was quite lucky in the Soul Hunting Forest. On the second day, she found a spirit-type soul beast with a lifespan that matched her description, being close to four hundred years old.

They decisively hunted down and refined the soul ring, but the result of the refining surprised everyone.

"No soul skills?"

Xueye and the others were puzzled. How could they not have any soul skills after refining the soul ring?

"Let's go back!"

Without saying much, Tang Yuehua was in a good mood.

Compared to the previous inability to break through and obtain a spirit ring, it's already quite good to be able to obtain the first spirit ring now. Moreover, that spirit ring wasn't truly without any spirit skills; rather, it was all added to the talent domain, making the talent domain even more powerful.

Of course, these are her own secrets and cannot be revealed to outsiders.

She was still somewhat disappointed. She had originally wanted to become a powerful Soul Master to help her father and sect, but things had turned out this way.

Even if you become stronger in that talent field, you won't have great power, so it's not very meaningful.

After leaving the Soul Hunter Forest, the group returned to Tianyin City by carriage. That evening, Tang Yuehua went to the second floor of a house opposite the open-air bar.

This is a private residence that she had someone buy as a place to listen to music.

"It sounds very nice."

Looking at the figures standing on tables and singing on the street below, Xueye had to admit that the style of the songs was novel and had a great feel for people. Even he wanted to go down and dance.

"It sounds great, but unfortunately it doesn't suit my style."

With a hint of regret, Tang Yuehua was unusually calm today, listening with a critical eye and clearly judging that it was not quite suitable for her.

Last time, she was more curious, curious about that brand new style, with a kind of adrenaline-pumping mentality.

However, there are indeed some aspects of this style that can be learned from, which can be very helpful in creating new compositions.

She had high aspirations and enough experience to back her up. She didn't want to compose ordinary songs; she wanted to write a famous song that could be sung throughout the world, so that it could be her debut work as Tang Yuehua.

Seeing this, Xueye secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Tang Yuehua would be interested in that kind of peasant.

It wasn't that he was afraid Tang Yuehua would fall in love with the other man, but rather that he was worried it would affect his progress in winning over this woman.

He has already lingered here for too long. Every extra day he stays increases the uncertainty and will be very disadvantageous for him.

After listening to ten songs, Tian Hao concluded his performance for the day.

Although the guests gathered on the street were still reluctant to leave, they knew they couldn't force it, since there was still tomorrow night to go.

"Hey bro, could you write me a love song?"

Just as Tian Hao was about to jump off the stage set up by the table, a young man who had been standing guard by the side suddenly spoke up and took out a small bag of gold soul coins.

The young man's words made several nearby guests stop in their tracks, turn around to look at Tian Hao, and at the same time pull back their companions who were about to leave.

These past few days they've only been yelling at him to sing another song, but they've never tried to get him to write one.

If someone could write a song specifically for me, then my life would be worthwhile.

Not to mention, they have real talent; their songs are all very catchy and energetic, and they could easily be passed down as family heirlooms to future generations.

"I don't charge for singing, but I have some wine here. Tell me your story, brother."

Seeing the young man's expression, Tian Hao asked the bar owner for a bottle of wine, sat down, gestured for the young man to talk, and returned the money bag.

He knew his limitations very well. He wasn't actually creating songs; he was just transferring songs from his previous life, perhaps making minor changes to the lyrics to better suit this world. He didn't dare charge for them, nor did he have the audacity to do so.

The commotion attracted a lot of attention. After asking around what had happened, people quieted down to listen to the young man's story.

Even Tang Yuehua, who was about to leave, stopped in her tracks, her beautiful eyes looking down through the window.

Can you write love songs?

"When I was in the intermediate Soul Master Academy, I sat at the same table as a girl..."

After downing half a bottle of liquor, the young man spoke somewhat dazedly, while Tian Hao listened quietly.

The story isn't particularly exciting. To put it simply, the young man fell in love with the girl who sat next to him in class. The feelings were still vague when they were in school, but after graduation, they went their separate ways. However, he often missed her and realized that his heart had long been filled with her image. He came back this time to see her, but he was also worried that she might have a boyfriend or even be married.

Have you ever confessed your feelings to her?

After thinking for a moment, Tian Hao asked.

"No."

"Does she have feelings for you?"

"There should be, right?"

……

After asking a few questions, Tian Hao understood. He then thought for a moment, took out his waist zither, hung it back on his waist, and began to play. A soft singing voice then came from his mouth.

Will you remember what you wrote in your diary yesterday tomorrow...?

He felt that the song "My Deskmate" from his past life was very suitable for the other person. Of course, he made some changes to the lyrics to make it more suitable for this other world.

"I can only sing it roughly like this. If you feel that some lyrics are not suitable, you can modify them yourself. That's secondary."

If you have time, I suggest you learn this song and sing it to your deskmate yourself; it will have a better effect.

However, you should first check if the person is married. If they are, then don't sing in front of them; it wouldn't be good for either of them.

After he finished playing and singing, Tian Hao offered some words of encouragement.

"Thank you!"

The young man, already in tears, thanked them gratefully, then his body went limp and he slid to the ground. Clearly, the half-bottle of liquor had been quite potent; he had only managed to stay awake and listen to the song.

"Boss, find this guy a place to sleep."

After glancing at the drunken youth, Tian Hao gestured to the bar owner behind him.

"Clap clap clap..."

At this moment, one of the men came to his senses, clapped his hands in praise, and everyone else joined in the applause.

After hearing the story, I thought it would take the person a while to create it, but who would have thought it would arrive in such a short time.

In short, awesome!

"Young man, I'd also like to commission a song."

A middle-aged man squeezed in, also wanting to ask for a song.

This really stirred up a hornet's nest, and everyone rushed forward to beg the brother, as they couldn't miss such a good opportunity.

"Everyone, calm down. If you want me to help you write a song, you can, but you have to write your story in letters first. It doesn't have to be too detailed, just let me know the general outline. Bring them over tomorrow, and I'll sing the ones that resonate with you."

As for those who don't feel it yet, I'm sorry, I hope everyone can understand, singing is about fate.

Seeing the crowd surging, Tian Hao quickly jumped onto the stage made of tables and shouted loudly.

This shout was indeed very effective, calming everyone down a bit, and they immediately went back to prepare to write it down.

Tang Yuehua, on the second floor opposite, looked at the man with a gleam in her eyes and realized that she had underestimated him.

I originally thought the other person could only sing wild and unrestrained songs, but who would have thought they could even handle such gentle love songs.

Moreover, the accompaniment melody is quite good. If the arrangement were enriched, it would definitely make the whole song even more perfect.

"Your Highness, I have other matters to attend to, so I will not keep you company any longer."

Excited, Tang Yuehua called out to Xueye and hurriedly left, preparing to go back and compose the melody for the song that very night.

She wasn't good at arranging those restless and unrestrained songs before, but she was able to handle the song just now.

Watching the beautiful woman hurry away, Xue Ye's gentle smile could no longer be maintained, turning ashen and gloomy.

The variable he feared most has indeed occurred.

"Has the matter been investigated thoroughly?"

"The young man named Gai Zongheng has been identified. His real name is Ge Erdan. He comes from a commoner background, possesses the Iron Sword Martial Soul, and has loved singing since childhood..."

A man in black, hidden in the shadows, stepped forward to report. As representatives of the Heavenly Dou Empire, it was not difficult for them to investigate someone, especially since the person's hometown was not far from here.

"What kind of weird name is that?"

He frowned and muttered a complaint, saying that the name "Ge Erdan" really shocked Xueye.

"He seems to claim to be a sword saint, what's going on?"

Thinking back to what had just happened, Xueye remembered that Gai Zongheng had called himself a sword saint.

"It's unclear. Perhaps his dream was to become a Soul Saint, or perhaps he inherited the legacy of a Soul Saint specializing in swordsmanship!"

The man in black shook his head; there was really no way to find out.

They can only inquire about other people's backgrounds, but they can't inquire about their thoughts.

Tapping his fingers on the table, Xueye pondered a solution.

The simplest solution would naturally be to make that person disappear. However, Tang Yuehua had just mentioned that if the person were to disappear, given her intelligence, she would definitely be able to guess that it was her doing, and might even feel resentful, making all her previous efforts futile.