Douluo Dalu: Transforming Soul Rings into Soul Veins

The death of Yu Xiaogang, although not a major event for the Douluo Continent, was after all from one of the original Upper Three Sects. For such a direct descendant to die, and in such a comical manner at that...

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was naturally furious. Under Yu Yuanzhen's request, a manhunt was quickly launched, even directly touching upon the rights and interests of Spirit Hall in some places.

These three were long since dead with no one to testify against them. Unless Spirit Hall itself exposed them, they would have no way of knowing. It was just that a little bit of a rumor was still needed.

It was just like some high-profit money-making schemes. When a merchant saw that there was less food on the plate, they would naturally have to expand outwards to get some fresh blood. The information released at this time, although it might allow a portion of people to gain benefits, from a general point of view, this merchant would definitely be making a steady profit without any loss.

Thus...

"Sect Master, we have finally found someone who might know Sister Chrysanthemum. He's in the southern city of Yin. We have already brought the person back."

"Is that so!? Hurry up and bring him here."

Hearing this, a trace of urgency and coldness flashed in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes. He fiercely stood up and strode towards the main gate of the sect's discussion hall. Every step was heavy on the hearts of the crowd. The elders of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect also followed one after another. The atmosphere was tense and grave.

Before long, a middle-aged man in ragged clothes and a haggard face was escorted into the discussion hall by two sect disciples. The moment the man saw Yu Yuanzhen, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but then he seemed to have found a support. His knees went soft, and he knelt on the ground.

"Sect Master, this humble one... this humble one had once, in a small tavern in the city of Yin, unintentionally heard a rumor about Sister Chrysanthemum. He... he seemed to have been a flower-plucking thief in our area before," the middle-aged man said with a trembling voice, every word as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

"A flower-plucking thief?"

"Yes, yes. That person is very scary. He's clearly a man, yet he has such a strange name. And the flowers he plucks are also..."

"Stop, stop, stop! I didn't ask you to talk about this!"

Hearing this, Yu Yuanzhen's brow furrowed tightly. His gaze, like a torch, shot straight at the man. A wave of pressure immediately enveloped him. "What happened to that person later? Why did he appear in my Heaven Dou territory? Tell me everything, one by one. If there is half a bit of a false word, this old one will have your head on the ground!"

The man nodded repeatedly, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, his two legs unable to stop trembling. "Every word of this humble one is true. I absolutely dare not have the slightest concealment."

"This is something I heard a long time ago. At that time, this Sister Chrysanthemum, because he had committed many evil deeds, and specially liked to do that thing, attacking good family men at night, and later even more so, directly killing them after he was done, was listed by Spirit Hall as a fallen soul master and was hunted by Spirit Hall a long time ago."

"But whether Spirit Hall caught him or not, I don't know... Sect Master, what I have said is all the truth. I have an eighty-year-old mother above, and below..."

"Shut up!"

Yu Yuanzhen interrupted his words, but his heart had already been stirred up by a storm. Sister Chrysanthemum was actually listed by Spirit Hall as a fallen soul master?

"You continue to speak. Regarding this Sister Chrysanthemum, what else do you know?"

The man swallowed his saliva and continued, "This humble one has also heard that although this Sister Chrysanthemum is notorious, his martial soul is extremely special. It seems to be some kind of paper or cloth, able to control people's hearts and make them fall into an illusion..."

"Bullshit! That Sister Chrysanthemum's martial soul is clearly a bra! Drag him down for this old one!"

Yu Yuanzhen roared in anger, clearly angry at the man's nonsense. Hearing this, the man's face instantly turned deathly pale. He hurriedly explained, "Sect Master, this humble one is really not lying. This is all that this humble one has heard..."

However, Yu Yuanzhen was no longer willing to listen and waved his hand, signaling for the disciples to drag the man away.

"No! Don't you come over! What this boy said is the truth! Ah—"

"Damn it! Old dog Yu Yuanzhen, may you die a terrible death! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect will surely be exterminated! All will die at the hands of the Mating Apes! Ahahaha!"

Bang—

The person directly exploded into pieces. The scattered blood and flesh were collected by an elder with a潔癖 (jiépǐ - obsession with cleanliness) with quick eyes and quick hands, and then were shaken apart by his soul power, turning into flying ash.

"Sect Master..."

Yu Yuanzhen opened his clenched fist and gritted his teeth. "Spirit Hall. It is definitely them!"

"Why is that? Sect Master, didn't this fellow just get the information wrong?"

"Hmph," Yu Yuanzhen snorted coldly. "Even if the martial soul is not right, when we went to Spirit Hall to check on this Sister Chrysanthemum before, for Spirit Hall not to have given a similar person is also suspicious. Plus the information this person has said, Spirit Hall has surely interfered in this."

"Also, a martial soul is not unchangeable. It is also possible that this fellow's martial soul had a postnatal mutation."

The moment the person heard it, he hurriedly agreed. "The Sect Master is still wise. It's just that, since it might be true, why not leave him alive?"

Yu Yuanzhen looked at him coldly. The latter's whole body trembled. He hurriedly lowered his head and did not dare to speak again.

"Leave him alive? Hmph. This person already knows too much, and his words were disrespectful. He could not be left. What's more, if he really is a person from Spirit Hall, or has a collusion with Spirit Hall, to keep him will only bring us more trouble."

He spoke with a straight face. In fact, it was just that his anger had gone to his head. In addition, after being cursed by the other party, he had become shamed into anger and had directly killed the other party. Only afterwards had he reacted.

"The Sect Master's view is high."

"Sect Master, then what should we do next? Should we directly make a move on Spirit Hall?" an elder couldn't help but ask, his eyes sparkling with anger.

"First Uncle!"

A female voice sounded at this moment. The next instant, a fiery red figure appeared in this discussion hall. "Let me go!"

"Nonsense! This is the discussion hall! Erlong, how can you just barge in!"

Yu Yuanzhen's brow wrinkled. He looked at the red-clothed woman who had suddenly barged in. It was precisely his niece, Liu Erlong.

"First Uncle, we cannot just let Xiaogang's death go like this. I want to personally investigate and pull out the Spirit Hall behind that Sister Chrysanthemum!" Liu Erlong's voice was sonorous and powerful.

"Nonsense!" Yu Yuanzhen's eyebrows stood up. "Do you have any evidence? I am just guessing. Do you still think of directly going to their door to make a fuss!"

"But..."

"Shut up!" Yu Yuanzhen shouted loudly. "Luomian, take her down! At any rate, she is a Soul Sage. For her state of mind to be so impetuous, what kind of decorum is this!"

"If you don't let me go, I will take my academy, from top to bottom, and directly go to Spirit City to demand an explanation!"

Liu Erlong shook off her old father's extended hand with one hand and went straight outside.

Yu Yuanzhen was holding a fire in his heart. One after another. It was fine that his own son was not promising. This niece's temper was even more stubborn as an ox, extremely explosive. She left just like that, not giving him, this Sect Master, any face at all.

"You're rebelling! I am the Sect Master!"

Liu Erlong did not even turn her head back. "You will regret it!"

Yu Yuanzhen gritted his teeth. The pressure from a Titled Douluo directly descended on Liu Erlong's body, directly shaking her until she spat out a mouthful of blood. "You dare to take one step and try?!"

Yu Luomian was greatly shocked. "Big Brother, Erlong, she..."

"Stop! If you have anything, come at me!" With the sound of an eagle's cry, Flender in a flash rushed to Liu Erlong's side, with one hand supporting the swaying Liu Erlong, and together with her, resisted Yu Yuanzhen's pressure. His gaze was firm as he looked at Yu Yuanzhen. "Sect Master, Erlong was just momentarily anxious. Xiaogang's death was too great a blow to her. I hope you can be considerate."

Yu Yuanzhen was so angry he laughed. "You, an outsider, to have trespassed into my sect's discussion hall is one thing, but you still dare to point fingers here? Flender, who do you think you are?"

Flender, however, did not back down. "Ahem—Sect Master, although I, Flender, am just an outsider, Erlong is my sister, and Xiaogang was even more so our brother. His death, our Shrek Academy will not sit by and watch."

"Big Brother, he is the one I was looking for..."

Yu Yuanzhen turned his head to look at his own younger brother. His brow wrinkled once again. The pressure dissipated. He turned around and walked towards the inner side of the great hall. "Three days later, you two will follow me to Spirit City to demand an explanation. Before this, whoever dares to take one step ahead, don't blame me for being merciless."

Liu Erlong and Flender looked at each other, a trace of joy flashing in their eyes. Liu Erlong looked at Flender with some worry. "Boss Flender, are you alright?"

Just now, Flender had almost completely withstood the pressure that Yu Yuanzhen had brought to her. She could clearly feel that after Flender had appeared, although her own body had lightened, Flender's face had immediately turned deathly pale, his two legs trembling.

"Boss Flender, you don't have to be like this," Liu Erlong said, pursing her lips, conflicted.

Flender suppressed the mouthful of blood that had welled up to the tip of his tongue and smiled indifferently. "Sister Erlong, I've said it. As long as you need me, I will surely be there."

"You..." Liu Erlong sighed.

"Ahem..." Flender suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood, his face even paler, as if he had suffered some heavy injury.

"Are you alright!" Liu Erlong hurriedly supported him. Looking at his appearance, he had surely suffered an internal injury!

"No... it doesn't matter," Flender smiled miserably, revealing blood-red teeth.

"You... you'd better not smile," Liu Erlong shook her head, supporting Flender as she walked outside. Yu Luomian looked at this scene and thought to himself, a teachable child.

---

In Spirit City, in the Pope's secret room.

Lin Feng slowly let out a turbid breath, his two eyes slightly closed, and was immersed in some kind of a deep meditation. His cultivation had improved very quickly during this period. Having completely digested the lingering grace brought by the thunder tribulation, plus the Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice Marrow he had absorbed before...

His cultivation had already reached level 81. He had condensed his eighth Soul Vein. And just as he had thought, what was contained in his right leg was precisely the power of space.

A nineteen-year-old Soul Douluo!

To have risen ten levels in a row within a year was something that even Lin Feng was a little surprised about. In this process, he had not absorbed much of the worldly primordial qi from the outside world. He was completely just digesting the vast energy accumulated in his body, as well as the spontaneous growth of his body.

Before, when the Goddess of Life, Qing Xuan, had first descended to the lower realm, in the room of the Golden Treasury Pavilion, the other party had wanted to probe his strength and attitude and had deliberately shown the thought of making a move on Gu Yuena.

At that time, in order to prove his own strength, he had forcibly broken through his suppressed cultivation and had directly and forcibly condensed a section of a soul core on his tailbone. Although doing so had allowed his strength to have a leap...

But the consequence was that his body had borne an extremely great burden. Even some of his meridians had been damaged because of it. But at that moment, he had had to show enough strength to intimidate the Goddess of Life, Qing Xuan, and to protect Gu Yuena from being threatened.

However, he was not wrong either. This kind of foundation damage, if placed on an ordinary soul master, would surely be devastating. But Lin Feng was different. His Soul Veins and True Qi had bestowed upon him a recovery ability that surpassed that of an ordinary person. Even if his meridians were damaged, they could still gradually be repaired with the passage of time.

It was just that this process would require a great deal of time and energy. During this period, his strength would inevitably be affected to some extent, and he would be unable to display his peak state.

But there were also benefits. When he had forcibly condensed that soul core, Lin Feng was surprised to find that on his spinal column, there was actually a grotto-heaven of its own.

At that time, he had just condensed the first new-style soul core on his tailbone. The True Qi in his dantian was clearly not enough. But at that moment, it was as if a mysterious power had welled up from his spinal column, supplementing his deficiency. This power seemed to be closely connected to the depths of his bloodline, ancient and powerful.

It could be said to be not weak at all compared to the strength of his True Qi. But this power was completely formless and shadowless. Lin Feng also could not get a handle on it for a time.

"A natural reaction of the body? Is it the deepest potential of the human body itself that has been stimulated?" Lin Feng thought to himself.

All along, Lin Feng had been like other soul masters. Before the True Qi had appeared in his Soul Veins, he had absorbed the external worldly primordial qi through a meditation method and had transformed it into soul power.

And after the five elements had gathered and the True Qi had appeared, he no longer had to proactively absorb the worldly primordial qi. The Soul Veins would always proactively absorb and transform it into five-element soul power. And a part of the five-element soul power would in turn be refined into True Qi.

And after the two qis of yin and yang had appeared, this transformation had begun to slow down. His demand for the energy of heaven and earth was almost harsh to the extreme. Ordinary worldly primordial qi could no longer satisfy his needs. It had to be the purest of energy to be able to be absorbed by his Soul Veins.

This time, to have forcibly condensed a soul core, although it had caused him some injuries, it had also unexpectedly let him touch the secret hidden deep in his own body.

"Within the spinal column, is there a secret storehouse of its own?" Lin Feng secretly speculated. Here was contained an endless possibility and potential. The cultivation of soul masters on the Douluo Continent mostly relied on the external worldly primordial qi and the quality of their own martial soul. And this mysterious power within his body seemed to have originated from a deeper level of self.

With his development of the spinal column, this cognition grew deeper and deeper. Even the soul core that he had condensed on his spinal column itself had come from his own power. The worldly primordial qi and ordinary soul power had no room to interfere at all.

"To use this spinal column to connect the brain, dantian, and the four poles, the benefits it may bring are greater than I had thought."

Lin Feng stroked his chin. A new power was being born in his body, slowly replenishing the one damaged place. After all, it was the fire Soul Vein, connected with the heart. Before it was completely replenished, Lin Feng did not want to carry out the condensation of a new-style soul core again.

He temporarily put aside his thoughts and turned his gaze to the secret report at the side.

The reaction of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect after Yu Xiaogang's death was clearly written on it. This matter had been deliberately done by Lin Feng. He had chosen to make Yu Xiaogang's death a little ambiguous, so that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect would not be in a good position to openly make a fuss and could only swallow their anger.

And at a certain node, they would welcome a proactive outbreak, so as to give Spirit Hall a famous reason to go to war.

He was never a saint. When it came to a struggle for interests, a little bit of a scheme was the most common of things.

He shook his head. "How happily they jumped before, how desperate they will be when the extermination comes. Two of the four great families have already surrendered. The Lower Four Sects have long since surrendered."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can even place their future sect master here to grow. Why can't you just see it clearly? The Clear Sky Sect too."

Lin Feng sighed lightly and gently put down the secret report in his hand. "A Titled Douluo, so what? If you can't see the general trend, in the end, you are just a praying mantis trying to stop a chariot."

A water mist filled the air. Bibi Dong, who had walked out of the bathroom, her delicate body was only wrapped in a bath towel. She was wiping her own beautiful hair and chuckled lightly, "What do you think of the way of death I arranged for him?"

Lin Feng shrugged his shoulders. "He got what he deserved?"