Douluo Continent: I Have a Nameless Law

He wanted to scream, to escape, but his throat felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and he couldn't make a sound. He had no strength in his limbs and couldn't move an inch.

"Awooo!!!"

As if it had spotted a perfect prey, the wolf bandit raised its head and let out a long, excited, and cruel howl that pierced the silent air and sent chills down one's spine.

Without hesitation, it extended its sharp, blade-like claws and pierced the wooden board, tearing a large gash in the board in the blink of an eye.

The boy's pupils contracted again, his eyes widened, and the wolf bandit's ferocious face and blood-red maw, which reeked of decay, made his heart leap into his throat.

His body was trembling violently, and he instinctively raised his hand to cover his eyes, trying to escape his impending death in this way.

The wolf bandits gave the boy no chance to breathe, extending their sharp claws to viciously claw at the boy's body. Their nails gleamed coldly in the dim light, and they were about to tear the boy to pieces.

"Boom!!!"

At the critical moment, a sword aura emanating an extremely cold and piercing aura, like a silver lightning bolt, swept in from the side with lightning speed.

The immense power contained in this sword energy caused the surrounding air to freeze instantly, and the temperature to plummet.

Wherever the sword energy passed, several wolf bandits who had gathered in this direction upon hearing the sound were instantly frozen into ice sculptures before they could even let out a scream, standing stiffly in place.

On the ground, a long, thick icy trench was carved out by the sword energy. The ice on both sides of the trench was crystal clear and emitted a ghostly blue light.

The wolf bandit, who was about to kill the boy, was still immersed in the excitement of his impending success and had no time to react.

The sword energy struck its body in the blink of an eye, and instantly, a thick layer of ice rapidly condensed on the wolf bandit's body, freezing its fierce expression in place.

Then, with a "crash," it turned into countless ice shards that scattered all over the ground, instantly killing itself.

When Gu Han made his move, he had already calculated everything in his mind. The direction of every wisp of sword energy and the release of every bit of power were all under his control.

Therefore, although the sword energy was fierce and powerful, freezing the wolf bandits along the way to death, it precisely avoided the boy and did not cause him any harm.

The boy closed his eyes tightly, waiting for death with utter despair, but the expected excruciating pain did not come.

He first heard a cracking sound of ice, and then the surrounding temperature seemed to drop significantly, and the suffocatingly cruel atmosphere faded away.

He cautiously lowered his arm from his eyes, still filled with lingering fear. The first thing he saw was a pile of ice shards and a long ice channel. Following the ice channel, he froze in shock.

What came into view was a tall, slender man, his long blue robe swaying gently in the wind, his long, snow-white hair flowing freely, making him appear exceptionally otherworldly in the blood-red twilight.

He held a long, dark blue sword in his hand, wisps of cold air emanating from its blade, a stark contrast to the pervasive stench of blood around him.

As the boy gazed at the otherworldly figure, his eyes instantly welled up with tears. His heart, which had just been filled with despair, was now filled with an indescribable hope.

In this world rife with bloodshed and teeming with demons, Gu Han is like a god descended from the heavens, bringing the power of light and dispelling the darkness.

It became the brightest and warmest light of hope in the boy's heart at that moment, rekindling his desire to live in this desperate situation.

A graceful purple figure, exuding a sharp aura, landed lightly on a rooftop.

This person was none other than Bibi Dong. While Gu Han was rescuing the boy, she was not idle either. She moved through the wolf bandits like a ghost and quickly dealt with the rest of the wolf bandits with her extraordinary strength.

At this moment, the evil divine sword she held in her hand was emitting a chilling dark golden aura.

Mysterious patterns shimmered on the sword's blade, and a drop of dark red blood slowly slid down the tip, splashing onto the roof tiles.

Bibi Dong's eyes were cold and deep as she surveyed the battlefield around her. Looking at the blood-stained stone village, she felt pity for the innocent villagers, but also ruthlessness towards the wolf bandits.

A gentle breeze blew by, causing her long, wine-red hair to flutter and her clothes to rustle. She exuded an awe-inspiring and powerful aura, standing proudly like a queen.

At this moment, she showed no trace of the playful and cute demeanor she displayed when interacting with Gu Han; she seemed more like the future Pope of the Spirit Hall from the original story.

Bibi Dong leaped gracefully from the rooftop and landed steadily beside Gu Han.

Her gaze swept over the boy who was slumped in the ruins, staring blankly at them. A look of pity welled up in her eyes, and she asked softly, "Junior brother, we've already killed all the wolf bandits here. What should we do with this child?"

Gu Han sheathed the Xuan Shuang Sword and said, "Send him to the Spirit Hall in the city closest to here."

Chapter 126 Does accepting disciples really require considering talent?

"that……"

Just as Gu Han and Bibi Dong were discussing, a faint, trembling voice quietly rang out.

It was a little boy. He looked up, his face covered in dust and tears, his eyes filled with a mixture of caution, earnest hope, and burning hatred that had accumulated from witnessing the tragic deaths of his loved ones and the destruction of his village.

His gaze was fixed on Gu Han, as if he had grasped the last straw in this desperate world.

The boy hesitated, his lips trembling, before finally, as if he had made up his mind, he clenched his fist and, as if using all his strength, mustered his courage to say:

"Sir, may you teach me swordsmanship? My martial spirit is also a sword; would you accept me as your disciple?"

Although the voice was young, it revealed an undeniable determination and firmness.

Gu Han and Bibi Dong were slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and their gazes fell on the little boy as they carefully examined him.

The other person was probably malnourished; his skin was sallow and his body was thin. He was still trembling slightly from the fear he had just experienced, but his back was straight and his eyes were incredibly stubborn, a manifestation of his indomitable spirit.

Gu Han snapped out of his daze and met the little boy's stubborn gaze for a few seconds.

These are eyes yearning to become stronger, an extreme longing.

In that look, Gu Han recalled the moment when he first awakened his martial soul.

Throughout his journey, he harbored the same burning desire to become stronger. Although he had the help of the Nameless Law, it only provided him with a path; the rest he had to walk on his own, and the effort and hardship he endured were unimaginable.

However, the only difference between him and the little boy in front of him is that he has the help of the Nameless Law, which has rewritten his future destiny.

But what about the little boy? Faced with this cruel reality, he was isolated and helpless, with only a surge of courage and stubbornness.

Thinking of this, Gu Han felt a surge of emotion. He gently squatted down and slowly reached out to wipe the mud off the boy's face.

"Don't be afraid, tell me your name, and also show me your martial spirit."

“I…I am Shi Dong, and my martial soul is an iron sword…The Soul Master said that I only have 0.1 level soul power, and I am destined never to break through to level ten in this lifetime…”

Shi Dong's voice trembled with disappointment. As he spoke, he turned over his right hand, and a dull iron sword appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The blade of that iron sword was covered in rust, which almost completely obscured its original metallic luster.

When Shi Dong mentioned his meager, almost negligible, soul power, he unconsciously lowered his head, a hint of inferiority creeping into his eyes.

Looking at Shi Dong, who had lowered his head, and then at the iron sword in his hand, Gu Han sighed inwardly.

On the Douluo Continent, the amount of innate soul power a soul master possesses often determines their future.

For someone like Shi Dong, who only has 0.1 level soul power, the path of cultivation is extremely difficult. Without a great stroke of luck, he would never be able to break through to level 10 in his entire life.

Just like Gu Han himself, if it weren't for the Nameless Technique, whale glue, and immortal herbs, he would have been doing very well to break through to level 25 at the age of sixteen. Level 66 would have been a pipe dream.

Recalling the stubbornness in the child's eyes, Gu Han raised his hand and pressed down on Shi Dong's shoulder, applying slight pressure to make him raise his head. Looking at the somewhat inferior look in the child's eyes, Gu Han said earnestly.

"Shi Dong, right? The amount of soul power doesn't determine everything. As long as you have determination and perseverance, I will teach you my sword if you want to learn it."

Gu Han couldn't help but recall a line spoken by a certain game character.

Does apprenticeship really depend on talent?

Perhaps...

But isn't that just the master wanting to be lazy and achieve twice the result with half the effort?

Or perhaps they just want to leave their mark through their apprentices.

On this continent, too many people value talent, believing that only those with extraordinary talent can be nurtured. Those with low soul power are often ignored, and without the existence of the Spirit Hall, they can only struggle to make a living.

The child in front of him reminded Gu Han of a part of his past self.

There was no reason given; Gu Han simply wanted to take him as his disciple, so he did.

Bibi Dong was slightly surprised, but after thinking about her junior brother's journey, she understood Gu Han's feelings and stood aside, smiling as she quietly watched the scene.

After hearing Gu Han's words, Shi Dong's inferiority complex gradually faded, replaced by excitement and hope.

His lips trembled uncontrollably, his eyes reddened, and he nodded forcefully, his voice choked with emotion: "Master, I will definitely not let you down!"

Afterwards, Shi Dong knelt down to Gu Han, thus establishing their master-disciple relationship.

At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the three of them, adding a touch of warmth to this desolate and bloody stone village.

After some investigation, it was learned that Shi Dong was already nine years old, but because he was not a Soul Master and was somewhat malnourished, he looked only seven or eight years old.

It's often said that people in Douluo Continent mature early, but it seems that this statement only applies to the Soul Master group.

Ordinary people grow and develop in the way that is commonly perceived.

"Junior brother, how do you plan to teach Little Stone?"

"Senior sister, I have my own plans." Gu Han smiled mysteriously.

The two took Shi Dong and left Stone Village, heading towards the nearest city, Kirikiris.

This city, situated between the Border Mountains, the Disaster Mountains, and the Osdel Mountains, is a major city with a strategically important location.

Gu Han and Bibi Dong lingered there for a while, helping Shi Dong to recover.

In a courtyard, under an old maple tree, Shi Dong awkwardly and immaturely brandished his rusty iron sword.

Gu Han stood to the side, one hand supporting his chin, his eyes fixed on Shi Dong's movements, his voice deep and powerful, slightly stern.

"As a swordsman, one must never let the sword leave one's hand or become disorganized."

"Yes, Master!"

Shi Dong nodded and continued to swing the iron sword in his hand. Beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, but his eyes were very determined, and his movements were even more fierce than before.

Gu Han nodded slightly, watched for a while, and seeing that the other person's arms were trembling, he waved his hand and said, "Alright, it's good to be diligent, but your body is weak now and it's not advisable to swing the sword too much. Let's stop here for today."

"Yes, Master."

Shi Dong responded, then sat down heavily on the ground, panting heavily, his arms trembling uncontrollably.

"Junior brother, I've bought the century-old whale glue."

Bibi Dong pushed open the door and entered the courtyard. With a flick of her jade hand, a delicate little box appeared in her hand, containing a piece of whale glue the size of a fist.

"Thank you for your hard work, senior sister."

Gu Han smiled gently and reached out to take the small box containing whale glue.

"Don't mention it, it's just running an errand."

Bibi Dong waved her hand dismissively, glossing over the topic, and said, "Junior brother, our situation is rather special right now. With Little Stone in our care, if we encounter a formidable opponent, our current strength is insufficient to protect him. Therefore, we still need to consider Little Stone's arrangements."

Gu Han nodded slightly and smiled, "Don't worry, Senior Sister, I've already thought all of this through."