Douluo Amon: I am the Supreme Being in the Dragon King

The ability of the "Master of Secrets" is simply to gain the vision of the "Spirit Line". By manipulating the target's "Spirit Line", it can directly affect the target's spiritual body, astral body, mental body and etheric body, and then control the target's body with the help of the "etheric body".

However, perhaps because the world is different, in Douluo Continent it is: through the spiritual thread, the target's spirit and martial soul are eroded step by step, and then the opponent's body is controlled.

After initially gaining control of the target's "spiritual thread", the target will immediately begin to experience slow thinking, sluggish movements, and stiff body, gradually developing into the direction of a puppet.

If the control process is not interrupted, the target will become a puppet after five minutes. In a sense, the target is truly dead and the puppetization cannot be reversed.

Nan Fusheng's mother, the woman named "Lan Yuxi", had made Nan Fusheng into a "secret doll" when he had just been reborn with the help of "Source Castle" and still had some residual power.

This woman did not return home until noon the next day after Nan Fusheng's "resurrection". To be honest, as a "time traveler", Nan Fusheng has his own way of thinking.

It was difficult for him to truly acknowledge strangers, even the parents of this body, not to mention that they had, in a sense, killed him once.

So when Lan Yuxi came home, he turned her into a "secret doll" because he was still too young. If Lan Yuxi went out for a few days, he might die several times. After that, he asked someone to prepare some baby food through Lan Yuxi's soul communication device.

Fortunately, Lan Yuxi had been made into a "secret doll" and did not need to eat at all, so he barely made it through the novice period.

The scene in the morning was also deliberately directed by Nan Fusheng. A child without a father and unloved by his mother can easily win the sympathy of others. This is also a move for him to prepare for his subsequent contact with Tang Wulin's family and even the future.

However, controlling the spirit thread really consumes too much mental energy. In order to perform this scene in front of Tang Wulin's family, he must pay attention to the timing. At the same time, controlling the "secret doll" does not consume his spirituality, but his mental energy, causing him to look like he has been "staying up all night."

But it doesn’t matter, everything is going as planned.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 3

The Soul Master Class has a special teacher who picks up students in front of the academy, and the treatment is obviously much better than that of ordinary classes.

The ordinary class will only provide normal cultural education, but the soul master class will also teach these students who are born with soul power how to become a soul master, and the knowledge of soul masters will prepare them for their future career. Preparation for secondary college.

There are only 16 students in this year's Soul Master Class. There are too few children whose martial souls have awakened their companion soul powers, especially in a small city like Aolai City. This year's class is still relatively large.

At this time, in the soul master class where Nan Fusheng was...

"Hey, what's your martial soul?" A short, chubby boy came up to Nan Fusheng and asked.

They are all children of the same age, and are full of curiosity about their upcoming career in the soul master class.

Nan Fusheng said lightly: "It's a bug." Then he saw a translucent bug lying quietly on Nan Fusheng's hand, wriggling from time to time.

"Tsk!" the little fat man said with disdain: "It's a bug! Its martial spirit is useless." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

Nan Fusheng didn't say much, but just watched quietly as the little fat boy asked the children around him what their martial spirits were.

Soon the fat guy asked Tang Wulin. The two sides seemed to be arguing about something. Tang Wulin asked unconvincedly, "What about you? What is your martial spirit?"

The little fat man snorted, waved his right hand, a cold light flashed, and a short knife appeared in his hand, "See, my martial soul is a knife. If I can cultivate to the title of Douluo in the future, I will be called the God of Knife Douluo. Innate soul power level five. I can easily chop these blue silver grass into pieces."

Looking at the dagger in the other person's hand, and then looking at the blue silver grass in his own palm, Tang Wulin suddenly remembered what his father said last night.

Is it really difficult to cultivate Blue Silver Grass into a soul master?

The other students also showed off their own martial spirits, each with its own characteristics, but no matter what martial spirit it was, it was at least much better than his blue silver grass. Also because his martial spirit was blue silver grass, the students who had gathered together in several groups no longer came to pay attention to him.

When Nan Fusheng saw this, he realized that it was time for him to come on stage.

"I believe you can become a powerful soul master."

The words that came to his ears made Tang Wulin turn around and look in the direction of Nan Fusheng. It was him, the man from this morning, Tang Wulin thought.

Just when he was about to say something to Nan Fusheng, the teacher of the soul master class clapped his hands.

"Hello everyone, I am your class teacher Lin Ximeng. In the next three years, I will teach you the basic knowledge about soul masters. Now, please introduce yourself first, introduce your name, martial soul, Innate soul power level."

There were only sixteen students, so the introductions went on very quickly. When Lin Ximeng heard Tang Wulin and Nan Fusheng introduce their martial spirits as blue silver grass and insects, she couldn't help but be a little surprised. The other students burst into laughter.

Nan Fusheng didn't feel anything. After all, his martial soul was not strong no matter how you looked at it. Other people could at least use the Blue Silver Grass. The martial soul of Tang San, the founder of the Tang Clan, was the "Blue Silver Emperor" evolved from the "Blue Silver Grass". As long as we work hard, we might be able to do it, and we use this excuse to comfort ourselves.

Could he use Huo Yuhao’s example? However, he didn’t have any million-year-old soul beasts to sacrifice, nor did he have any grandfather descending from the sky to pass on his legacy. He only had a legacy from the “Lord of the Mysteries,” Nan Fusheng thought to himself with some amusement.

Lin Ximeng's demeanor quickly returned to normal, and she smiled and said, "Today is your first day of class. The teacher will first tell you about the classification of martial spirits, and then guide you to do preliminary meditation in the afternoon. Meditation is the only way to train and improve your spirit power. If you want to become a true spirit master, you must work hard."

"As we all know, in this world, everyone has their own martial soul. The martial soul awakens at the age of six, and it can be anyone. Those with companion soul power can become soul masters through training, which is you. So, what are the categories of martial souls?"

"First of all, martial souls are divided into two categories: weapon martial souls and beast martial souls. Among them, those that appear in living forms are beast martial souls. Those that appear in non-living forms are weapon martial souls. You can improve your martial soul by cultivating soul power. When your soul power level breaks through level ten, you can officially become a soul master."

"Soul masters also have two major categories, namely combat soul masters and weapon soul masters. Those who cultivate martial souls for the purpose of fighting are combat soul masters, and those who cultivate martial souls for non-combat purposes are weapon soul masters. Whether it is a martial soul or a soul master, there are many sub-categories..."

Listening to Lin Ximeng's explanation of the classification of martial spirits and spirit masters, Tang Wulin's resentment gradually disappeared. He had been curious about the profession of spirit master since he was a child. This knowledge was like a magnificent world that was opening a brand new door to him.

Nan Fusheng also listened carefully. Although he knew the setting of Douluo Continent in his previous life, there was still a gap between novels and reality, not to mention that someone often went against the settings in the book.

After explaining some common sense of soul master cultivation, Lin Ximeng also began to teach some texts of Douluo Continent. After all, even soul masters are not born with knowledge. Nan Fusheng did not listen to this part so seriously because he had already studied it on his own.

Time soon came to noon. The study life in the academy included a lunch, and there was no limit on the quantity. The students in the soul master class also had much better food than ordinary students.

Although he is a soul warrior, Nan Fusheng's appetite is only slightly larger than that of an average child, but his neighbor Tang Wulin is different.

Tang Wulin ate so much that he was nicknamed "glutton". He ate so much that it was almost half of the other dozen students combined. It was more than an adult's appetite, which made Tang Wulin quite depressed.

"Being able to eat is a blessing. I envy you for being able to eat so carefree."

Tang Wulin turned his head and looked to the side. It was him, the man from this morning.

"Do you really believe that I can become a powerful soul master?"

Tang Wulin looked at Nan Fusheng, not knowing what to say for a moment, and finally said these words hesitantly.

"Of course, didn't Seagod Tang San's teacher, the famous 'Master' in history, say: There are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters?"

Nan Fusheng said something that he himself did not believe.

However, Tang Wulin believed it. He clenched his fists and said, "That's right, there are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters. Thank you."

Looking at Tang Wulin who seemed to be PUA, Nan Fusheng also responded to him. After these few words, the distance between Nan Fusheng and Tang Wulin was shortened a lot.

Chapter 4: The Silver Dragon Appears

When Tang Wulin and Nan Fusheng walked out of Hongshan College together, Tang Wulin was unhappy. He had never been as depressed as what he encountered today.

He grew up in a very ordinary civilian family, but the family was harmonious, his parents had a good relationship and loved him very much. Even when he made mistakes, they would teach him earnestly.

But today in the academy, he felt what "difficulty" meant for the first time. Because his martial soul was the blue silver grass, his classmates excluded him except for his good friend Nan Fusheng, and even the teacher was not enthusiastic about him.

When guiding students to meditate in the afternoon, the teacher spent the least time with him. Why almost? Because Nan Fusheng was the same as him.

"Is my martial soul really that bad?" The unhappiness on Tang Wulin's face gradually turned into stubbornness. "Even if my martial soul is not good, I must become a great soul master. Nan Fusheng is right. There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters. Success is 99% hard work and 1% talent. My martial soul is not good enough, so I will work extra hard!"

Looking at Tang Wulin who had been PUA'ed by him for the entire afternoon, Nan Fusheng couldn't help but be speechless. This kid was too easy to fool. He just fed Tang Wulin some poisonous chicken soup from his previous life, but he didn't expect that he would really believe it.

Nothing is difficult in the world if one sets his mind to it. This saying does not work well in the Douluo Continent where blood and martial spirits determine everything.

However, there was one thing he did not lie to Tang Wulin, that is, he "will definitely become a powerful spirit master in the future." With the blood of the Golden Dragon King and the Son of the God King, and the grandparents of the Lord of the Planes and the Core of Life above him, and three chances of survival from his father the God King, as long as he followed the plan, he would be guaranteed to become a god.

"Fusheng, if you have nothing to do after school, would you like to come to my house for dinner? My mother's cooking is delicious."

On the other hand, Tang Wulin had slowly come out of his depression. He was cheerful by nature, and he had figured things out. With Nan Fusheng's encouragement, the day's depression was naturally resolved. But at this moment, his stomach rumbled, making Tang Wulin's face turn red. At the same time, he did not forget to invite Nan Fusheng beside him.

"Okay," Nan Fusheng on the side agreed without thinking, as this was one of his purposes.

Tang Wulin and Nan Fusheng were walking when a small figure on the side of the road suddenly caught his attention.

Although the sunshine in the afternoon is not as abundant as at noon, the weather today is very good, so the sunshine still brings some warmth to the body. What attracted Tang Wulin was the touch of silver under the sunlight.

There was a little girl squatting on the side of the road. She looked smaller than him, but she had short silver hair. The sun shone on her rare hair color, which naturally reflected light.

As if something was pulling them together, the little girl looked up at him. Her face was dirty, and her clothes were a little worn out. She looked like a little beggar. But besides her short silver hair, she also had a pair of unique eyes.

Her eyes were large, and their pupils were like two clear amethysts. Even from a distance, Tang Wulin seemed to be able to see his own reflection in her pupils. The long eyelashes curl upward naturally.

Their eyes met, and the little girl did not avoid his gaze, but there was just a hint of suspicion in her beautiful big eyes.

"Here comes the Silver Dragon King," Nan Fusheng on the side said secretly.

This was the first time that Nan Fusheng had seen the famous Silver Dragon King. How should he be described? He was indeed very handsome. Even though he looked like a child now, it was not difficult to see that he would become a stunning beauty in the future.

Add to that the white hair, it’s no wonder that so many fan fictions like to treat her as the heroine.

"Little girl, where are your parents?" At this moment, several ruffian young men were also attracted by the silver hair and came up to the little girl.

The little girl didn't look at them and lowered her head again.

Several young men looked at each other, and one of them said, "Silver hair is really rare! Maybe she is an alien from the other two continents. I guess the underground black market will like her very much. Besides, her eyes are purple."

The young man who spoke earlier squatted down and said, "Hey, little sister. Where are your family members?"

The little girl lowered her head and shook her head but said nothing.

The young man smiled and said, "Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat something delicious, how about that?"

The little girl shook her head again, this time more vigorously.

The young man winked at his companions, stretched out his hand, grabbed the little girl's arm and pulled her up from the ground, while the others stood around to block the view from outside.

Amidst the little girl's exclamations, the young man had already carried him on his shoulders.

"What are you doing?" At this moment, a childish shout rang out, scaring several young men.

When they looked back, they couldn't help revealing expressions of shame and anger. The ones who stood up to defend the injustice were actually two little guys. One was a little boy who was not even as tall as their waists but very handsome, and the other was a little boy who had dark circles under his eyes and looked thin.

A young man at the back had a sinister look in his eyes and kicked Tang Wulin, "You little brat, you dare to meddle in other people's business."

Nan Fusheng, who was standing by, saw this and immediately pulled Tang Wulin back, causing the young man to miss his kick.

On the other side, the young man carrying the little girl had a fierce look on his face. The commotion here had attracted the attention of some passers-by, after all, this was on the street.

With a flick of his wrist, a dagger flashing with cold light was already in his palm, and he gestured to Tang Wulin, "Get out of here if you don't want to die!"

Upon seeing this, Nan Fusheng immediately shouted, "We two are soul masters, registered with the federal government and the Soul Pagoda. If you hurt us, be careful that you get caught and taken to the police station."

"Bad luck!" Perhaps frightened by Nan Fusheng's words, the leading young man snorted angrily with a look of unwillingness, put down the little girl on his shoulders, and ran away quickly with a few companions in shame.

The little girl staggered and fell to the ground. Tang Wulin hurried over and squatted beside her, "Don't be afraid, I am a man and I will protect you!"

The little girl looked up at him. As they got closer, her big purple eyes looked even more beautiful, and there seemed to be a layer of mist on her pupils.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry. I’ve chased the bad guys away. My name is Tang Wulin, and that’s Nan Fusheng over there. What’s your name?”

The little girl was stunned for a moment, and finally spoke for the first time, "My name is Na'er."

Chapter 5: The evil soul master is actually me?

"Na'er? It's a nice name, and your voice is nice, too." Tang Wulin helped her up.

Na'er lowered her head and remained silent again.

"Where are your father and mother? Where is your home?" Tang Wulin asked.

Naer shook her head.

"Coo coo!" A strange and discordant sound suddenly sounded.

Tang Wulin quickly lowered his head and looked at his belly, but he soon realized that the sound was not made by himself. Although there was a lot of dust on Na'er's little face with her head lowered, a hint of blush could still be seen vaguely.

"Are you hungry? If you can't find your father and mother, I will take you back to my house. The food my mother cooks is delicious!" Tang Wulin said as he grabbed Na'er's hand and walked towards his home.

At this time, Nan Fusheng, who was standing aside, was looking at the two people going away with a blank face. Old Man on the Subway·JPG.

No, although we may become enemies in the future because of our positions, is it really okay for you to be so "favorable to women over friends" now? Especially the words you said, it seems that you said something similar to me just now!

"Mom, I'm back!" Tang Wulin had already shouted outside before he even entered the house. Behind him was Nan Fusheng, who had finally remembered, and Na'er, whose face was still covered in mud.

"Kid, keep your voice down and don't disturb the neighbors." Tang Wulin's mother spoke with a hint of anger, and the door opened.

Tang Wulin's mother Lang Yue is not very beautiful, but she is very charming.

"How was your school today? Hey, why are you all dirty?" Lang Yue couldn't help but frowned as she looked at her son who was covered in dust. Then she noticed Na'er who was holding Tang Wulin's hand and Nan Fusheng who was standing beside him.

"Mom, I met a bad guy." Tang Wulin vividly told what he had just encountered.

Naturally, Tang Wulin was pulled into the house by Lang Yue to be taught a lesson, but in the end, under Tang Wulin's coquettishness, Lang Yue had no choice but to forgive him.

Lang Yue squatted down and looked at Na'er and Nan Fusheng who had never spoken. "Little friends, you call Na'er and Nan Fusheng, right? Where are your parents?"

Just like before, Naer just shook her head and said nothing.

Nan Fusheng then spoke, "Hello, Auntie, my home is in the house next door, my mother lives next door, and my father..." At this point, Nan Fusheng remained silent.

The atmosphere was silent for a while...

Lang Yue also realized that she seemed to have asked about the other person's sore spot, so she immediately changed the subject.