Douluo: The Blind Ascendant

[Check Out My P4treon For +30 Extra Chapters On All My Fanfics!! And get chapters before publishing them here for free on my p4treon][https://p4treon.com/roooaaa]

===

After parting ways with Bibi Dong and her group, five days passed.

During this time, Lin Yongming stayed in Thunderstorm Village, focusing on his training. Naturally, he chose the quietest place in the village—the back mountain—as his training ground.

That day, after finishing his lunch, Lin Yongming was about to head to the mountain to train when he encountered Bishop Xia from Urto Town and Xu Qing, the deacon of the sub-hall.

"Greetings, Bishop Xia, Deacon Xu!" Lin Yongming greeted them with a smile, then asked, "What brings you to Thunderstorm Village today?"

"Hope we're not interrupting. Were you about to head out?" Bishop Xia asked with a smile as he stepped forward.

"It's an honor for our village to receive you both. How could it be an interruption?" Lin Yongming replied with a light smile.

"Yongming, we came here today because His Holiness the Pope has decided to reward you. We heard that you accompanied the Holy Maiden in the hunt for the Evil Soul Masters and made a significant contribution," Xu Qing explained.

"It wasn't much of a contribution—just using my sensory ability to locate the Evil Soul Masters' hideout. His Holiness is too generous," Lin Yongming responded humbly.

"Please, come into the courtyard," he invited politely.

"No need for such formalities. Just call me Bishop," Xia said with a chuckle.

Lin Yongming led them into his courtyard.

"Please, have a seat. My home is quite simple, and I don't have much to offer. Let me at least get you some water; you must be thirsty after your journey," he said, gesturing toward the only table in the yard, shaded by a lush green tree.

"Thank you!" the two nodded.

Lin Yongming went inside, returning with two bowls of water, which he placed in front of them before sitting across from them.

"Lin Yongming, His Holiness entrusted us with delivering your reward personally. Since you came from our Urto Town sub-hall, we were given this responsibility," Bishop Xia explained after taking a sip of water.

"Indeed, this reward is quite special. Honestly, I can't help but feel a little envious," Xu Qing added with a hint of admiration.

"Oh? What kind of reward could even make Deacon Xu envious?" Lin Yongming asked curiously.

"Bishop, stop teasing him and just show him already," Xu Qing urged.

"You're always so impatient," Bishop Xia chuckled before turning to Lin Yongming. "This time, the Pope's reward is no small matter. It shows how highly he values you."

"Oh?" Lin Yongming raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"His Holiness is granting you three rewards: ten thousand gold soul coins, a spatial soul tool for storage, and the Yellow Record Medal," Bishop Xia announced, placing the three items in front of him.

Lin Yongming reached out, sensing their details—a large bag, a gemstone-embedded belt, and a unique token different from the standard Martial Soul Hall badge.

"The Yellow Record Medal? How does it differ from the Purple Record Medal?" Lin Yongming immediately recalled hearing about the Purple Record Medal in the original story.

"Bishop Xia, isn't this reward a bit too generous? Not only ten thousand gold soul coins but also a spatial soul tool? I had been saving up to buy one myself—it's quite inconvenient carrying everything around," Lin Yongming said, somewhat surprised.

"Haha, this proves just how great your contribution was. Of these three, I'd say the most valuable is the Yellow Record Medal," Bishop Xia replied with a smile.

"Oh? What's so special about it?" Lin Yongming asked.

"The Yellow Record Medal is an honor. It signifies that the holder has made significant contributions and possesses remarkable potential. It's a medal specifically awarded to promising young talents within the Martial Soul Hall," Bishop Xia explained.

"Don't underestimate this medal, Yongming," Xu Qing added. "In the past twenty years, only about a hundred have been issued, and they're only granted to those under the age of twenty. You're the youngest recipient in history! Additionally, possessing this medal allows you to command a squad of ten Guardian Knights from any sub-hall whenever you need assistance."

"Thank you, Your Holiness, for this generous reward. I am truly grateful," Lin Yongming said respectfully.

"I'll report your gratitude to His Holiness. The Yellow Record Medal also means that your future within the Martial Soul Hall is filled with great potential. If you manage to obtain the Purple Record Medal one day, your prospects will be limitless," Bishop Xia remarked.

"Alright, our task was to deliver the reward, and now that it's safely in your hands, our mission is complete. Come visit the town sometime," he added as he stood up with Xu Qing, ready to leave.

"Aren't you staying a bit longer?" Lin Yongming asked, standing up to see them off.

"No, there's still work to do at the hall. No need to see us out—focus on your training," Bishop Xia waved him off.

Lin Yongming stood at the entrance, watching them leave the village before returning to his table.

"This Pope is quite generous, but I suspect Bibi Dong must have spoken on my behalf," he thought as he calmly put away his rewards, securing the spatial belt around his waist.

That evening, he didn't mention the rewards to his parents.

For one, they would worry if they knew he had taken another dangerous mission.

For another, at nearly fifty years old, they had already received a thousand gold soul coins from his previous Martial Soul Hall enlistment—enough for a comfortable life in town.

However, his parents refused to leave the village, saying they were used to life here. They enjoyed chatting with fellow villagers and didn't want to move somewhere they didn't know anyone.

They also took pride in growing their own vegetables, saying that eating what they personally cultivated brought them peace of mind.

Since that was their choice, Lin Yongming didn't push them. He himself found village life quite pleasant.

In his past life, he had a similar dream—to work in the city for a few years, then retire to the countryside, grow vegetables, and chat with the locals.

But fate had other plans.

Coming to the Douluo Continent, receiving an exceptional talent and a powerful inheritance—there was no way he could just stay in Thunderstorm Village forever.

"Level 26 soul power… Once I reach level 30, I'll have to venture out, gain real combat experience."

Two months after receiving the Martial Soul Hall's reward, Lin Yongming had advanced another level, now just four levels away from his goal of finding his third soul ring.

"Yongming! Yongming!"

Just as he finished his training, he heard his father, Lin Chong, calling him in an urgent tone.

"Father, what's wrong?" Lin Yongming appeared beside him in a flash.

"Hurry! The village chief was bitten by a viper on the roadside. The poison is severe—we don't dare move him," Lin Chong said anxiously, grabbing Lin Yongming's hand.

"Father, where is he?"

"Just outside the village entrance, about five hundred meters away!"

"Alright, I'm going ahead!"

Without hesitation, Lin Yongming activated his soul power and rushed to the scene.

Note: So far this story is published up to chapter 90 on my patreon go take a look and remember if you reach 290 stones of power I will publish the next chapter.