Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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Year 2594 of the Douluo Calendar, 8th day of the 11th month.

The northeastern part of the Douluo Continent, the Waterwood Principality, had already been adorned in a silver-white blanket.

For several days, heavy snow had fallen continuously, and nine out of ten people had stayed safely at home, quietly enjoying the rare leisure and tranquility of the year.

However, on this early morning, the three generations of the Ling and Zhang families all woke up early, gathered at Zhang Dahé's house, and silently waited for something.

Time ticked by, the cold wind howled outside, the sky remained gloomy, and the snow continued to fall.

During the wait, Grandpa Ling Changqing and Grandpa Zhang Qiáng each held a tobacco pipe, occasionally taking a puff, while Grandma Yan Hong and Grandma Lu Yun lowered their heads, carefully stitching shoe soles.

Zhang Xiaoyú and Ling He were busy in the kitchen, preparing the midday meal.

In the inner room, Ling Shan and Zhang Xīn were still sound asleep in their warm beds.

By the bedside, Ling Yì sat on a low stool, his elbows resting on the edge of the bed. He formed a fist with four fingers, pressing his thumbs on his temples, and used the second segments of his index fingers to scrape around his eye sockets, starting from the inner brow to the outer brow above, and from the inner corner to the outer corner below, first up and then down, in a circular motion.

At the foot of the bed, Zhang Léi sat on a low stool just like Ling Yì, performing the same actions.

Just as they were about to finish the Eye Exercise Routine, Ling Yì's movements paused for a moment, then resumed, completing the first round of eye acupoint massage alongside Zhang Léi, who was unaware of the pause.

A few moments later, the courtyard gate of the Zhang family was pushed open, and a figure wrapped in a cloak, covered in snow, walked in.

In the white expanse, Ling Xiaoshān's slightly dark face stood out. The skin that usually felt rough now seemed less tough, with a numbing sensation, and a cold ache from his brow bone that seemed to penetrate his head.

Ignoring the discomfort, Ling Xiaoshān had no intention of entering the house. He stood in the courtyard and shouted, "Léi-zi—! Come with me—! The Soul Master is almost in the village—!"

Hearing Ling Xiaoshān's words, the four elders in the house could no longer sit still. They put down their tobacco pipes, needles, and half-stitched shoe soles on the wooden table, stood up, and turned their gazes toward the curtain of the inner room.

The next second, before Zhang Qiáng could speak, the curtain was lifted, and Zhang Léi rushed out.

Immediately following, Ling Yì also walked out of the room, step by step.

At this moment, except for the sleeping Ling Shan and Zhang Xīn, everyone from Ling Changqing and Zhang Qiáng to Ling Yì and Zhang Léi showed a slight excitement in their expressions.

Without wasting any time, Ling Yì and Zhang Léi quickly bundled themselves up and pushed open the door, braving the wind and snow, and walked out of the courtyard with Ling Xiaoshān.

Behind them, pairs of expectant eyes watched the two small figures and the larger one disappear beyond the courtyard gate.

Seemingly feeling these expectant gazes, Ling Xiaoshān felt that the wind and snow were not as cold as before.

Turning to look at the two little ones beside him, especially the excitement and nervousness on Zhang Léi's face, Ling Xiaoshān couldn't help but sigh inwardly: 'I was probably like this more than ten years ago...'

"Unfortunately—"

Two barely audible words slipped out of Ling Xiaoshān's mouth, instantly blending into the cold wind and disappearing without a trace.

Mountain Sea Village was not large, and it didn't take long for the three of them to reach the center of the village, in front of a relatively grand and solemn stone house.

At this moment, there were already six or seven people of various ages standing there, braving the cold wind and snow. Despite their trembling bodies, their eyes were filled with eager light.

"Xiaoshān~"

Zhang Dahé walked forward, nodding at Ling Xiaoshān, then turned his gaze to his son, Zhang Léi. He opened his mouth to say something but ultimately said nothing, only lifting his frozen, stiff hand to gently pat Zhang Léi's rabbit fur cap.

Feeling his father's familiar gesture, Zhang Léi's nervousness seemed to ease, and he suddenly felt less tense.

Beside him, Ling Yì watched silently, waiting.

Indeed, if Ling Yì used his mental energy, combined with verbal and gestural guidance, he could alleviate Zhang Léi's tension. However, Ling Yì did not do so.

Sometimes, experiencing things firsthand and feeling the ups and downs of emotions is also a necessary part of growth.

Maintaining a calm and unrippled state, especially one achieved through external force, would be more harmful than beneficial for a six-year-old like Zhang Léi!

The clouds in the sky grew thicker, and the north wind howled incessantly, forcing people to bend over in submission to the elements.

Fortunately, Ling Yì and the others did not have to wait long.

After a short while, a towering figure appeared, walking step by step through the snow, which was deep enough to reach the ankles. The pace was not fast but very steady.

Seeing this figure, everyone's spirits lifted, and their eyes shone brighter.

As he drew closer, the heavy snow had less impact on their vision, and they could clearly see the newcomer's appearance.

He was a tall, muscular man with a beard, giving off a rugged impression in the wind and snow. No matter how fierce the storm, it could not shake his imposing figure.

His white, tight-fitting clothes were stretched by his muscular body, and a black felt cloak draped over his back, protecting him from the cold wind. A fist-sized 'Soul' character on his chest indicated his status as a member of the Soul Temple.

The emblem on his left chest, depicting three sharp swords, told everyone that he was a Great Soul Master, a powerful offensive Soul Master!

His tiger-like eyes swept over the crowd, and a voice like thunder boomed, "Alright, no time to waste. Everyone, into the temple, let's get started—!"

Hearing this voice that drowned out the howling wind, the villagers of Mountain Sea Village had no objections. They silently followed the leading figure, marching into the stone house—the Soul Temple of Mountain Sea Village!

Ling Yì's eyes flickered, and he casually took in the expression of the man, his hand held by Ling Xiaoshān as he followed step by step.

Inside the temple, the cold wind and snow were blocked out, and everyone felt a sense of relief, as if their stiff bodies were warming up.

"I am Lù Yì~"

The man's expression was indifferent, and his voice was as cold and hard as the ice and snow outside: "A Great Soul Master, level twenty-nine."

"You four, line up~"

His gaze swept over the four children, including Ling Yì and Zhang Léi. As he spoke, he pulled out a blue crystal ball, about the size of a child's head, from his waist pouch and placed it on the only table in the stone house.

"Uh... Soul... Soul Master..."

Just as Lù Yì reached into his pouch again, Ling Xiaoshān instinctively pulled Ling Yì closer to his chest, glancing nervously at Lù Yì's face and stammered, "This little one is only three and a half, not... not yet six years old, he... he..."

Ling Xiaoshān was somewhat panicked. If he had known, he wouldn't have brought Ling Yì in. If he offended this Soul Master, not only would they be in danger, but the entire Mountain Sea Village might face serious trouble!

Originally, Ling Xiaoshān had planned to wait outside with Ling Yì, along with Zhang Dahé and the other villagers, while Zhang Léi and the other eligible children entered the temple with the Soul Master to continue the Soul Awakening ceremony.

Who knew...

The Soul Master had actually let them all come in!

(End of Chapter)