Douluo Continent: Copying Ya Li, the Carefree King of the Sun and Moon

“We dare not go out, dare not contact outsiders, dare not let anyone know that we are Angelic Martial Souls.” The old man gave a bitter smile. “Once discovered, we will be hunted down. Those nobles and those powerful forces will not tolerate us.”

Xu Yanli remained silent for a long time.

Then he turned around and faced all the villagers in front of the statue.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed him, giving him a golden glow.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"follow me."

He stretched out his hand, palm up.

"I will take you out. I will bring you back into the sunlight."

Angels shouldn't be like this; angels are passionate and radiant.

The village fell silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a child's voice rang out.

"Angel……"

The child pointed at the shadow behind Xu Yanli, his eyes shining with an astonishing light.

In the setting sun, the boy's shadow was stretched very long and cast on the bluestone road.

Xu Yanli stood in front of the stone statue of the first angel god, looking at the statue's hand still outstretched in mid-air, palm facing up, as if waiting for a response, or as if waiting for a result.

The village was eerily quiet; it remained quiet for quite some time.

The blond villagers looked at each other, their initial excitement fading, replaced by an indescribable hesitation.

It's been ten thousand years.

They hid in these deep mountains and forests, escaping round after round of pursuit and enduring countless storms. They have barely survived until now by staying isolated from the world.

Now suddenly someone is saying they want to take them out and let them live under the sun again.

But can one truly live peacefully under the sun?

“Child,” the old man at the head of the group finally spoke, his voice hoarse, “We believe in you, but how can we believe in this world? For ten thousand years, we have tried to go out, we have tried to return to the people, but every time… we have risked our lives to escape back covered in blood.”

Xu Yanli slowly lowered his hand, neither rushing to explain nor making any promises.

He turned around and faced the group of people who had been hiding for ten thousand years, his gaze slowly sweeping over their delicate faces.

There were elderly people with white hair, bewildered children, strong young people, and women holding babies in swaddling clothes.

In their eyes, there was expectation and trust, but mostly, there was fear.

I'm afraid of the outside world, afraid of the glaring sunlight, afraid of everything unknown.

Spending too much time in the dark makes you almost forget that you belong to the sunlight, and you even start to fear the sun.

No wonder only Ye Guyi appeared among the Holy Angels in the original work.

"I can't guarantee you that I'll live a peaceful and safe life forever," Xu Yanli said.

A small commotion suddenly arose in the crowd.

“There is only one thing I can guarantee,” he continued, “that in the Sun Moon Empire, on the territory of my Carefree Prince’s Mansion, no one will dare to lay a finger on you. I will provide you with the best cultivation resources and the most comprehensive protection, so that you can openly release your Martial Souls without having to hide or act as if you are ashamed to be seen in the light.”

He paused, his tone turning serious.

"But if one day you have to follow me to the battlefield and fight evil spirit masters, I can't guarantee your life or death."

These words were so honest that they made some people feel uneasy. Several young people behind the old man couldn't help but frown.

But then, the old man smiled.

“That’s enough,” he said. “That’s enough.”

Chapter 95 There might be a chance in the future to challenge that sea god.

The old man released Xu Yanli's hand and turned to face his clansmen.

"Children, it's been ten thousand years! We've hidden for ten thousand years, lurking in the shadows like rats. But we are descendants of angels! Angels are meant to stand under the sun!"

His voice grew louder and clearer as he spoke.

“The child is right. He can’t guarantee our safety forever, but what safety is there forever in this world? Are we really safe hiding here? If those evil spirit masters and those powerful nobles really come looking for us one day, we’ll all be doomed.”

Some people in the crowd lowered their heads, and some secretly wiped away their tears.

"Rather than waiting to die in the darkness, why not live life to the fullest in the sunlight?" The old man said slowly and deliberately. "I'm old and can't walk anymore, but you are still young. You should go out and see what the world has become in the past ten thousand years."

After saying that, he turned around and bowed deeply to Xu Yanli.

"Your Highness, we'll go with you!"

The villagers behind him were silent for a brief moment, and then one by one they bent down.

Xu Yanli quickly stepped forward and helped the old man up, saying, "Don't worry, old man, I will do everything in my power to protect you."

He suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, old folks, do you know a girl named Ye Guyi? She's blonde and her martial soul is the Holy Angel."

The old man's body stiffened abruptly. He raised his head sharply, his eyes fixed on Xu Yanli. His lips trembled for a long time before he finally asked in a trembling voice, "Bone Robe... have you seen Bone Robe?"

Xu Yanli nodded: "She stayed at my residence for a while, and now she's in Tiandou City, protected by a Super Douluo, so she's very safe."

The old man's eyes instantly reddened, and tears almost fell.

"That child...that child is still alive..."

He raised his hand to wipe his eyes, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible: "Her mother's name is Ye Xin, and she is my youngest daughter. Back then, she insisted on going out, saying that angels shouldn't hide in the deep mountains. I couldn't stop her, so I let her go."

"And then?" Xu Yanli pressed.

"Later..." the old woman's voice trailed off, "Later she became pregnant, with a child named Gu Yi. She lived outside for a few years with Gu Yi; life was hard, but at least it was peaceful. Until one day..."

The old man closed his eyes, as if recalling the most painful thing.

“The evil spirit master slaughtered a village. When she passed by, she saw corpses all over the ground and children crying. Without saying a word, she rushed over.”

"She was no match for those evil spirit masters on her own, but she refused to leave, even at the cost of her life. By the time the people nearby arrived, she was already..."

The old man didn't continue, the words stuck in his throat.

Xu Yanli remained silent for a long time before softly saying, "She is a hero."

The old man shook his head, tears streaming down his wrinkled face: "She's just a silly girl. She could have run away, she could have escaped with the bone garment, but she just couldn't let go of those strangers, those complete strangers."

He raised his head and looked at Xu Yanli: "Your Highness, does Gu Yi... resemble her mother?"

Xu Yanli thought for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on her lips: "Like, just as stubborn, just as kind-hearted, just as a true angel."

The old man smiled, but as he smiled, his face was covered in tears: "That's good, that's good..."

As night slowly fell, the lights of Angel Village lit up one by one.

Xu Yanli didn't leave in a hurry and stayed in the village for one night.

The old man arranged for him to stay in the best house in the village, right next to the stone statue, where he could see the statue of the first angel god just by opening the window.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, bathing the entire room in a silvery-white glow.

Xu Yanli leaned against the window, gazing at the compassionate stone statue under the moonlight, and suddenly thought of his mother.

That same six-winged statue, although he restored it quite well, some scars would inevitably remain.

A soft knock came at the door; it was the old man's voice: "Your Highness, is this convenient?"

Xu Yanli went over and opened the door. The old man was carrying a tray with a pot of tea and two cups on it.

"I couldn't sleep, so I came to chat with Your Highness for a bit."

Xu Yanli took the tray and led the old man into the house. The two sat down facing each other, and the old man poured him a cup of tea.

"Your Highness, there is something I have been thinking about all afternoon, and I still have to tell you."

Xu Yanli picked up his teacup: "Please, speak freely."

The old man paused for a moment before slowly speaking: "Our angel clan now has only about a hundred households left, but our fighting strength is by no means weak."

He held up four fingers: "Title Douluo, four, one of whom is a level 95 Super Douluo. Soul Douluo, twelve. As for Soul Saints and below, I won't go into detail."

Xu Yanli paused slightly in the teacup he was holding.

With four Title Douluo and one Super Douluo, this combat power would definitely place them among the top forces in the Sun Moon Empire.

“Over the years, it’s not that we haven’t thought about going out,” the old man said with a bitter smile, “but if we really went out, it would be a disaster that would wipe out our clan. Those nobles and powerful forces wouldn’t tolerate us; evil spirit masters would treat us as prey. Our strength is simply not enough to stand out in the outside world.”

Xu Yanli put down his teacup: "So you'd rather hide here."

Xu Yanli frowned.

“Yes,” the old man nodded, “hiding means you can at least survive. Your mother came here too, but where is she now? But you’re still alive, which means your mother hasn’t lost yet.”

He looked at Xu Yanli, his cloudy eyes brightening: "If we haven't lost, then we have another path to take. In the future, we may have a chance to challenge that sea god."

Xu Yanli remained silent for a long time before standing up and walking to the window. Looking at the stone statue under the moonlight, he said, "Don't worry, old man, I will definitely take you out openly and honestly. The Sun Moon Empire's Carefree Prince's Mansion will be your new home."

He turned to the old man and said, "But I have to go back and tell His Majesty about this first. The Angel Clan is quite powerful. If we rashly enter Mingdu, we will definitely cause trouble. I need to pave the way first."

The old man nodded repeatedly: "Of course, Your Highness, please go ahead. We can wait."

He added, "If Your Highness doesn't mind, please take someone back with you so that the younger generation of the clan can broaden their horizons. It would be a small token of our sincerity to Your Highness."

Xu Yanli thought about it and agreed.

The next morning, the old man and a young man waited at the village entrance.

The young man appeared to be in his early twenties, with blond hair, fair skin, and strikingly handsome features. He had a long sword hanging at his waist, and when he stood there, he resembled a newly drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed.

"Your Highness, this is Yue Zhengling, a level 93 Title Douluo, whose martial soul is the Holy Angel," the old man introduced. "Having him accompany you will be a good help on the road."

Yue Zhengling stepped forward and knelt on one knee: "Yue Zhengling greets Your Highness."

Xu Yanli reached out to help him up, then looked him up and down. A level 93 Title Douluo with a Holy Angel Martial Soul, this level of strength would make him a big shot in the outside world.

"Let's go."

The three of them took to the air, with Long Xiaoyao carrying Xu Yanli and Yue Zhengling following behind, flying towards Mingdu.

By the time they returned to Mingdu, it was already evening.