Douluo Continent: Starting with a Tom Cat

Seeing that Meng Shenji was really angry, Bai Baoshan quickly said, "No, this is level 50 pressure, it won't hurt anyone." He didn't want to really upset Ning Fengzhi.

But Shen An before him was like a sharp sword, radiating unparalleled sword energy, which cut straight through the pressure.

Meng Shenji's expression changed drastically, and a surge of anger rose within him. He refused to believe that level 50 was not enough, so he would add another five levels!

It's so embarrassing to say that a Soul Douluo is helpless against a Soul Master.

Doesn't Meng Shenji have any pride?

Chapter 131 Sword Intent in a Single Grass (Revised)

The pressure of level 55 was already considerable. Shen An grunted and unleashed his three soul rings simultaneously. The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass suddenly appeared, and man and sword resonated with each other, with an extremely sharp sword intent soaring into the sky.

Even with this level of soul power, Dream God Machine couldn't accurately control it on Shen An alone; even Ning Rongrong next to him was affected.

Ning Rongrong's face turned pale, and she couldn't help but run to the side. If she had stayed next to Shen An, the first one to give up would not have been Shen An, but her, the weak support.

Whether it was the pressure of Meng Shenji's soul power or Shen An's sharp sword intent, the surrounding land couldn't help but crack slightly, and the scattered dust strangely lingered in the air.

But the most surprising thing was Jerry, who was wearing earplugs and blindfolded, completely unaware of the commotion around him.

The pressure that the Dream God Machine could exert, enough to cause a hundred-year-old soul beast to burst open, had absolutely no effect on it.

The avalanche was already terrified. His face was ashen, and he kept muttering, "It's over, it's over, it's all over."

What does level 50 soul power pressure mean? What does one yellow and two purple mean? Xue Beng knew that this was definitely a concept he couldn't afford to mess with.

Meng Shenji didn't want to continue anymore. The pressure of this soul power was so great that even a Soul Emperor would have to kneel. If he increased it further, what would happen to Shen Anga? He didn't want to face the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Shen An felt the pressure around him lessen, but the feeling of breaking free from his shell grew stronger. He knew he needed an external stimulus.

His face contorted slightly as he said, "Commissioner Meng, don't tell me that's all there is to Contra. That would be incredibly disappointing!"

Ah!

The level of soul power pressure continued to rise: fifty-five, fifty-eight, fifty-nine...

Shen An felt as if he were in the pressure of deep sea water, as if all the bones in his body were being squeezed and burst, and he felt like he was suffocating.

Just when he was about to give up, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass seemed to be provoked, its blade bursting with azure light, detaching from Shen An's palm and standing side by side with him, its sword chanting incessantly.

Shen An's eyes also turned azure, reflecting the azure radiance of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass. In the darkness, Shen An and the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass were in harmony.

He suddenly realized that the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass was originally just a small grass, which was later endowed with the characteristics of a sword by the system, which is why it is so sharp.

He had always thought that the sword's unique characteristics gave the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass an unparalleled sharpness, but he overlooked why he could use that ultimate sword intent despite having only practiced swordsmanship for a short time.

But now, under the pressure of Meng Shenji's soul power, he finally understood after merging with the divine will of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.

What truly makes the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass known as the ultimate martial spirit is not its indestructible sword body, but the ultimate sword intent it contains that can cleave through the sun, moon, and stars.

The sword intent of a blade of grass filled Shen An's mind. In an invisible way, he seemed to see a blade of grass rooted on the earth slashing towards the cosmos.

This sword, though of humble origin, possesses the ambition to encompass heaven and earth; this sword regards itself as the ultimate, and the so-called sun, moon, and stars are nothing more than that.

Shen An felt a surge of pride; facing a Soul Douluo, he was no less than a blade of grass. But he should know:

Even a single blade of grass can cleave the sun, moon, and stars!

At this moment, Shen An comprehended the sword intent of a blade of grass. Although it was a small blade of grass, it could still reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Despite the pressure of his soul power, which was already at level sixty or higher, he stood proudly, his spine like a sword bone, unyielding and without bending in the slightest.

Shen An parted his lips slightly: "Slay!"

The ultimate sword intent surged wildly from his body and from the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, intermingling and shining with a blue radiance that illuminated all directions.

At this moment, the sword intent cleaved through the oppressive aura!

Suddenly, the boundless sword intent shattered Meng Shenji's soul power pressure completely.

'Oh no, there's no time to dodge!'

Meng Shenji's expression changed drastically. This sword intent was actually slashing towards him, and his pressure had no effect at all. In his haste, he was unable to mobilize his soul power in time.

He never imagined that a Soul Master could possess sword intent, let alone that this sword intent could actually be so tangible as to cause harm to people.

An invisible sword intent enveloped Meng Shenji, tearing his magnificent clothes to shreds and leaving his exposed skin riddled with wounds, from which blood seeped out. He looked utterly wretched.

Jerry's beach chair and coconut couldn't withstand the extreme sword intent either, and even the blindfold and earplugs on its face shattered.

It opened its eyes and looked around. What was going on? Why were there a few old men and the man that Tom had blown up?

Meng Shenji's face was grim. As a Soul Douluo, even without mobilizing his soul power, he had actually been injured by a Soul Venerable. If he hadn't used his soul power to protect himself later, he would probably be in an even more sorry state than he is now.

But at this moment, instead of being furious, he felt only horror and regret. A Soul Master injuring a Soul Douluo—what extraordinary talent!

Even though he wasn't on guard, Shen An managed to injure him by unleashing an extreme sword intent under his pressure of level sixty.

Meng Shenji was filled with remorse. Why had he acted impulsively and caused a conflict between Shrek Academy and Shen An? No, I have to find a way to reconcile with him, and it would be best if I could persuade him to join our Heavenly Dou Royal Academy.

As for eliminating the root of the problem, Meng Shenji had absolutely no such thought. Not to mention that he was a kind and honest person, the mere presence of Ning Rongrong beside him was enough to make him dare not even entertain such a thought.

Shen An's eyelids twitched as he looked at Meng Shenji, who was covered in sword wounds from a single blade of grass, and he quickly said:

“Commissioner Meng, let’s just let this matter go. As we agreed before, you owe me a favor, and I won’t hold the avalanche incident against you.”

Meng Shenji silently looked at the bloodstains on his body and said with a complicated expression, "Very well, I hope you will forgive me for this. I have received a favor from the royal family and I must maintain their dignity."

"I keep my word. I owe you a favor. You can make any request to me as long as it doesn't violate my principles."

His tone implied submission, and Meng Shenji had no doubt that Shen An could one day become a Title Douluo, and that once Shen An became a Title Douluo, he would definitely be one of the best.

He really didn't want to provoke such a formidable enemy for the royal family.

Bai Baoshan and Zhilin were also stunned. They thought that Tang San was an unparalleled genius in the world of soul masters, but the person in front of them was far superior to Tang San.

Shen Ancai, a Soul Venerable, comprehended a sword intent that none of them could see through. This sword intent even injured Meng Shenji, although it only left him in a sorry state, but it was enough to prove the extraordinary nature of this sword intent.

Now the three of them finally understand why Xue Qinghe favors Shen Anduo.

"Also, Avalanche, you must take responsibility for your mistakes and apologize to Shen An!" Meng Shenji shouted, looking coldly at Avalanche.

Xue Beng stared at the blood-stained Meng Shenji, dumbfounded. Could a Soul Master really do this?

Hearing Meng Shenji's loud shout, he trembled as he approached Shen An, his voice shaking and filled with remorse: "Shen An, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have provoked you on purpose. Please forgive me for my mistake."

Shen An glanced at Xue Beng indifferently: "Get lost, I have no time to waste with you."

Xue Beng's face was covered in bruises and white marks. Even though he was a prince, he was still rejected after personally apologizing.

Finally, Meng Shenji and his two companions left with complicated thoughts, taking with them the distraught Xue Beng, who knew he had caused a terrible disaster.

The sky gradually darkened.

When Shen An arrived, the sun was high in the sky; now it was already setting.

As the door opened, the first thing to emerge was a handsome cat—Tom.

Tom opened the door, walked to the door, first stood up straight, and then closed his eyes.

One of its paws rested on its back, while the other paw stretched forward in a beautiful arc through the air, and its body bowed at the same time.

A complete instruction in gentlemanly door-opening etiquette.

—Your Highness, please

Chapter 132 Zhu Zhuqing's Kiss

Zhu Zhuqing came out

Shen An gazed at Zhu Zhuqing as she walked out. Her temperament was even more aloof and refined, her skin was fair and flawless, and her tall figure was even more alluring. She was as radiant as the moon, and Shen An longed for her.

Her eyes held a deep joy: "Shen An, my martial soul seems to have mutated, and it's a benign mutation. My soul power has greatly increased, but I won't know the specifics until I obtain the soul ring."

"The increase in soul power must be quite significant. I remember that after Rongrong obtained her third soul ring, her soul power directly reached level thirty-seven."

Zhu Zhuqing was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth. Her soul power had increased so much?

She awakened her martial spirit at the age of six and has been diligently practicing every day, but she is still only at level thirty.

Ning Rongrong's soul power increased by seven levels after consuming a single immortal herb. If she had cultivated step by step, it would have taken her at least two years to achieve that.

She looked at Shen An. Shen An had given her such a rare treasure without any hesitation. How could she repay Shen An's kindness?

"Zhu Qing, what does your martial soul look like now?" Ning Rongrong asked curiously.

Zhu Zhuqing released her martial spirit, and a small, exquisite phantom appeared before everyone's eyes. Tom Jerry also came over to take a look.

Tom looked at the completely black ghost cat in front of him and thought that its appearance was only slightly less than his own, and of course, it was many times more beautiful than Butch's black cat.

"Wow, it's so cute! It's so pretty!" Ning Rongrong couldn't help but exclaim.

Before them stood a small, dark, ghostly cat. Its eyes were deep and dark, with a faint glimmer of moonlight. Its ears were pointed, and its tail swayed gently like a black ribbon.

Most remarkably, when Zhu Zhuqing circulated her soul power, her body was as if veiled in moonlight, like a darling of the moon.

Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful eyes sparkled: "My two previous soul skills have both been amplified in power, and I have also gained an additional talent soul skill."

"Wow, you even have a talent-based soul skill! The effect is amazing! What is the effect of this soul skill?" Ning Rongrong said with a hint of envy.

Her Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda has no innate soul skills, and of course, she is content with that.

"This innate soul skill is called Night's Blessing. When I am in the dark, my attributes increase by 30%, and my soul power recovery speed doubles."

Shen An was also stunned. This innate soul skill was too domineering. Even though it could only be activated at night, it was still amazing.

Tom and Jerry knew nothing about or were interested in these soul skills. However, seeing everyone's surprise and joy, they also felt a sense of shared glory, since these were the immortal herbs they had personally selected.

The night was already gray. Zhu Zhuqing circulated her soul power, and a layer of moonlight veil gently enveloped her, making her look like a beautiful woman under the moon, pure and serene.

The bright moon in the sky and the beautiful woman on earth seem to reflect each other, and the flowing moonlight is captivating.

"Ahhh, what are you doing? Separate us!" Ning Rongrong suddenly shouted.

Suddenly, Zhu Zhuqing shifted her position and kissed Shen An on the cheek.

Tom and Jerry were already sitting on a small stool, munching on watermelon, watching the scene with great interest.

A true bystander.

Shen An felt the amazing softness on his face, along with a cool and refreshing sensation. The delicate fragrance emanating from the girl filled his nostrils and stirred his heart.

Before Shen An could make any move, Zhu Zhuqing had already separated them, followed by Ning Rongrong's loud scream.

Zhu Zhuqing's face was flushed, her chest heaved violently, her breathing became rapid, and her body trembled slightly.

She forced herself to remain calm and replied, "Rongrong, don't misunderstand. This herb is so precious, I'm just thanking Shen An."

Shen An stood there, still slightly savoring the feeling of being kissed, her face still covered in a daze.

If this were a comic book style, Ning Rongrong would already be in a "red-warm" state.

"Hehe, I can understand. After all, I thanked Shen An in the same way after I absorbed the immortal herb."

These words were practically spat out from between Ning Rongrong's teeth, with particular emphasis on the word "thank you."

Now it was Zhu Zhuqing's turn to look grim. Her slender fingers clenched tightly, making a crisp, unsettling sound.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong had a good relationship back in the teahouse in Soto City, but when Shen An was involved, they would feel like they were just pretending to be friends.

"Ahem, Zhu Qing, it's getting dark. Why don't we go back together? I'll talk to Commissioner Meng, and we can get you a soul ring tomorrow," Shen An interrupted.

After calming down, Zhu Zhuqing nodded slowly. She had missed Shen An for a long time since they had been separated.

"Then hurry up and leave, it'll be completely dark soon." Ning Rongrong said, still somewhat unhappy, after she had just retorted to Zhu Zhuqing.

"Don't rush, Rongrong. I think your previous actions might be an attempt to hide the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

Ning Rongrong said sullenly, "Yes, Dad told me to try not to release it in front of outsiders. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was already blessed with unique advantages, but after evolving into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, it will easily attract jealousy."

"Sigh, how long can we keep it a secret? If we participate in the Soul Battle or Soul Master Competition in the future, it will be exposed eventually."

"At that time, I will either have to hide in the sect or be surrounded by a large number of guards. Just thinking about it makes me feel terrible."

"If only we could hide the number of layers of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, but it's obviously impossible. Everyone can see the Martial Soul once it's released."

As she spoke, she looked helpless. Although the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was one of the top three sects, it didn't mean it was without enemies.

Moreover, let alone enemies, even former allies might not be able to see you doing well.

Take the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the three upper sects, for example. If they knew that her martial soul had evolved into the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, even that old dragon Yu Yuanzhen would probably be restless.

Shen An smiled faintly: "It's simple, Tom will take care of it, won't he?"