Daily Life

Daily Life

The next day.

Lu Mingchuan woke amid soft warmth and a fragrant scent. He raised his head and immediately saw Huang Quan looking down at him, her eyes holding an emotion he could not understand. It vanished in the blink of an eye, and he paid it no mind.

"How long have you been awake?" Lu Mingchuan sat up from the comfortable bedding and stretched lazily.

"Not long. I just woke up." Huang Quan watched Lu Mingchuan stretch without blinking, then got out of bed with him.

He vaguely remembered that today was their first day at the academy. It should have been the part where Flender forced Tang San and the others to eat Oscar's sausages. He could not be bothered to watch, so after having breakfast in Suotuo City, he headed straight for the Soul Arena.

Though there probably would not be anyone in the Soul Arena who could defeat him, he could not suppress his curiosity. Early in the morning, he took Huang Quan's hand and headed to Suotuo City's Great Soul Arena.

After finding the betting area, he rented a private room and entered. A one-on-one match was underway, and the host happened to be introducing the contestants. He pulled Huang Quan down beside him and patiently listened to the host's long-winded speech.

The endless chatter nearly put him to sleep. Only when Huang Quan squeezed his hand to remind him that the match had begun did he perk up a little and look down through the private room's glass.

The two contestants in the arena had already summoned their martial souls. Seeing them, Lu Mingchuan's mouth twitched because he felt an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.

One of them had a yellow fox as his martial soul, while the other wielded a sword. The fox martial soul user slapped his palm, producing a crisp sound. His entire body immediately turned yellow, and whisker-like stripes appeared on his face.

Lu Mingchuan's eyes widened in shock. "Holy shit, Huang Yuan?" He turned to the other person. "Then this one has to be Purple Dog."

Sure enough, the other man's yellow soul ring lit up. He brushed a hand across his longsword, coating it in brilliant blue lightning. Occasional sparks even shot onto the ground.

The two charged at each other with perfect coordination, calling out one another's names. The figure resembling Sasuke swung his sword first, but the figure resembling Huang Yuan blocked it with a giant yellow hand extending from his body.

Purple Dog was not surprised. Intense lightning erupted from his sword and forced Huang Yuan back. As Huang Yuan retreated, he extended the index and middle fingers of both hands, crossing them together. With the flicker of his first soul ring, two clones suddenly appeared behind him.

The two clones pressed their hands against his back and shoved hard. Huang Yuan transformed into a streak of yellow light and slammed toward Purple Dog. Purple Dog swung his longsword sharply, and the lightning around it became covered in black flames. Then he spun around and directly evaded Huang Yuan's attack.

As he watched Huang Yuan fly past his body, Purple Dog's second yellow soul ring lit up. A black blade of light flew from his sword and struck Huang Yuan squarely in the back.

Upstairs, Lu Mingchuan was completely dumbfounded. He had never expected to encounter these two legends even on Douluo Continent. Huang Quan, beside him, was curious about his reaction. She looked down but saw nothing remarkable and had no idea what had shocked him so much.

Still, seeing how engrossed Lu Mingchuan was, she did not disturb him. After quite some time, the two legends onstage finally determined a victor. Purple Dog spun aside to dodge the wind ball Huang Yuan had thrown, then switched to his lightning sword and darted to Huang Yuan's side, placing the blade against his throat.

Lu Mingchuan, watching from above, could not help but sigh. "Sigh, in the end, the former king had yielded his throne."

The surrounding spectators also let out cries of admiration.

There was nothing interesting after that. Seeing Huang Quan's puzzled expression, Lu Mingchuan turned and explained the backgrounds of the two men to her. Once he finished, understanding flashed in Huang Quan's eyes, and she stopped paying attention to the matter.

The two then got up and left the Soul Arena. In Lu Mingchuan's eyes, aside from those two legends, everyone else was just a bunch of weaklings pecking at each other. It was truly unbearable to watch, much less for Huang Quan.

She had been staring at Lu Mingchuan the entire time.

On the road, Lu Mingchuan suddenly felt the urge to decorate the Dust Song Pot. Ever since he had drawn it and stuffed a few things inside, he had not bothered with it. Now, he finally had some free time.

He acted immediately, excitedly pulling Huang Quan toward a place that sold furniture. After spending some Gold Soul Coins, he bought a large amount of furniture and placed it all inside the Dust Song Pot.

For some reason, the Dust Song Pot given by the system did not come with a Pot Spirit. He did not know whether he had to find one himself. If there were a Pot Spirit, everything would be much easier, and he would not have to painstakingly arrange everything on his own.

After sorting out the furniture, he picked out a decent house, bought it, and put it into the pot. Then he took Huang Quan to an uninhabited place, brought out the Dust Song Pot, and entered it.

Looking at the huge pile of furniture before him, Lu Mingchuan rolled up his sleeves and got to work. He labored away for a long while. When he looked at the completely renewed abode before him, a deep sense of accomplishment rose in his heart.

The original small house had vanished, replaced by an exquisite two-story residence resembling an ancient palace. The ground, which had previously held nothing but a single house, was now planted with many young saplings.

There was also a large flower field beside the house. The two had already scattered seeds across it, and there were no insects in this abode either. Now that he thought about it, this was truly an excellent place for farming.

The two stood by the flower field. Lu Mingchuan turned to look at Huang Quan's still immaculate, lovely face, and a mischievous grin appeared on his lips.

He reached out with a hand covered in dirt and wiped it across her face. Three muddy whiskers immediately appeared on Huang Quan's fair cheeks. She looked at the grinning Lu Mingchuan before looking down at her own clean hands.

She casually grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and, with lightning speed, slapped it onto his face. In an instant, Lu Mingchuan, whose smile had been as bright as a flower, was hit solidly. Watching Huang Quan flee the moment she succeeded, Lu Mingchuan curled his lips.

"Well, Huang Quan, you've learned how to launch sneak attacks." As he spoke, he ignored the seeds they had just planted, grabbed a handful of dirt like Huang Quan had, and ran after her.

Huang Quan remained standing where she was. Looking at the clump of dirt that stopped before her, she felt that strange yet familiar feeling in her heart, and a smile slowly curved her lips.

Lu Mingchuan tossed away the dirt in his hand. Looking at the smiling Huang Quan, he could not help but stare blankly. Though he had lived with Huang Quan for several years, the number of times she had smiled could be counted on one hand. Yet every time, it gave him a stunning sense of beauty.

As if sensing Lu Mingchuan's gaze, Huang Quan's smile gradually faded. Seeing her return to her usual expression, he could not help but sigh. There was still a long road ahead.

After sighing, he waved a hand, and a stream of water appeared, washing the mud from both of them. Then the two vanished from the Dust Song Pot.

What do you think of the daily-life scenes? I did not originally have many of them, but if they are alright, I will write more.