Irresistible Charm

The Balak Kingdom lay in the southern part of the Heaven Dou Empire, bordering Fasinuo Province. Though called a kingdom, its territory was actually only three-quarters the size of Fasinuo Province. It was subordinate to the Heaven Dou Empire and was one of the empire's four great kingdoms.

Because the Balak Kingdom directly bordered the Star Luo Empire to the south, its military strength was the greatest among the Heaven Dou Empire's four kingdoms. It could even be called the gateway to the Heaven Dou Empire.

There were two especially important cities within the Balak Kingdom. One was Barak City, the kingdom's capital and the political and economic center of the entire Balak Kingdom.

The other was Suotuo City, located in the heart of the fertile Lima Plain within the Balak Kingdom. It was known as the granary of Barak.

After leaving Spirit Hall, Yun Chuan had wandered about before eventually arriving here. As for why he had chosen this place as the first stop of his training journey, it was naturally because Suotuo City was the location of Shrek Academy in the original work. This was unquestionably a land of excellent feng shui, a place where dragons rose!

As a transmigrator who had read the original work, Yun Chuan was naturally very curious about its characters, especially its protagonist Tang San and the others. Particularly since Tang San was his fellow countryman brother in this life, he was even more curious.

He calculated his age. He was twelve this year.

Tang San was the same age as him, so he should also have been twelve. That meant Tang San would definitely come to Shrek Academy to enroll this year. Many of the original characters would also gather here. It could truly be called an assembly of heroes.

Having somehow transmigrated into the world of a novel, would it not be a great regret if he did not meet the original characters and witness the novel's classic scenes?

Thus, Yun Chuan had come, choosing this place as the first stop of his training journey.

He hired a luxurious carriage and, after half a month of travel, finally arrived successfully at Suotuo City.

It was noon at the time, and the weather was exceptionally hot. The blazing sun hung like fire, while the air around him was stifling and oppressive, making it feel as though he were inside a steamer.

Yun Chuan stepped down from the carriage and tossed the fare to the driver. Then, on his own, he entered Suotuo City through its western gate. Looking at the shops around him and the bustling traffic on the roads, he glanced about with great interest.

Because he wore a disguise mask, his facial features were exceedingly ordinary. Only his eyes were especially deep and beautiful. He wore a simple white outfit, with a head of glossy black hair flowing loose behind him. Yet even with such plain attire, merely seeing him from behind was enough for anyone to tell at a glance that this young man was anything but ordinary!

Some people could wear masks, yet the bearing and grace that radiated from within could not be concealed by a mere mask. Yun Chuan was exactly such a person at this moment.

As he walked along, quite a few women repeatedly looked his way, foolish smiles appearing on their faces.

This left him both helpless and somewhat relieved. Helpless because he had not expected his charm to remain so great even while wearing a mask. Relieved because, fortunately, he had worn one. Otherwise, if he revealed his true appearance, would he not cause a traffic jam—or worse, provoke a riot among all the women in the city?

Never doubt his charm, because there had already been precedent for such things. The first time he had gone out under orders as the Saint Child to save the masses, his maxed-out charm had triggered an extremely terrifying disturbance in a small town!

He had only been seven years old at the time!

Now, as he grew older and his body gradually matured, his personal charm naturally increased even further. If he did not restrain it, it might truly lead to extraordinarily serious consequences.

He walked and stopped along the way.

As Yun Chuan observed this city, which had played such a significant role in the original work, his attention was suddenly caught by a shop some distance away.

The storefront did not look large, but the sign hanging above it was distinctive. A round emblem was carved onto it, bearing several unusual symbols: a sword, a hammer, and a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

Ordinary people might not understand what these three symbols meant when combined. But how could Yun Chuan, the Spirit Hall Saint Child, fail to recognize them? Was this not Spirit Hall's emblem? He simply did not know why it had appeared on a shop sign.

How strange.

Filled with curiosity, Yun Chuan slowly walked toward the shop.

The shop door was open, and the inside appeared rather dim. The instant Yun Chuan stepped in, a peculiar energy fluctuation immediately caught his attention. Having read extensively in Spirit Hall since childhood, he knew that this fluctuation actually came from a Soul Tool.

Soul Tools all possessed Soul Power fluctuations. If they had not been used and bound to someone's Soul Power, their Soul Power would leak outward.

Most Soul Tools lacked offensive capabilities and could only provide simple assistance. Even so, Soul Tools were exceedingly rare. All Soul Tools passed down through the ages could be considered antiques, because the methods for crafting them had already been lost.

At the moment, there was only one person in the shop, and there was no counter to be seen. A few objects hung on the three walls. They all looked quite old and did not seem valuable in the slightest.

The man who appeared to be the shop owner was seated in a wooden reclining chair, his eyes closed as his body swayed along with the chair.

He looked to be around fifty years old. Though no longer young, he was solidly built. The reclining chair, which looked fairly sturdy, creaked beneath his weight as it rocked.

This man's face was highly distinctive. His chin protruded somewhat, his cheekbones were broad, and his face was flat, with a slightly hooked nose. If one absolutely had to compare it to something, then his face somewhat resembled the sole of a shoe.

Although his eyes were closed, he still gave off a somewhat sly impression. He wore black-framed crystal glasses, with rigid square frames that looked strange no matter how one viewed them. Someone entering the shop did not wake him. He continued breathing evenly as he rocked in the reclining chair...

Looking at the highly recognizable face before him, how could Yun Chuan not know where he had arrived, or who this person was? In truth, he did not know much about the original Douluo story. Back then, he had skipped through chapters while reading, so aside from the important plot points, he was not very familiar with many of the details.

Thus, although Yun Chuan broadly remembered this world's plot, he was unclear on certain minor details and some storylines. However, when it came to the man before him and this shop, he recalled them upon seeing this person.

As for why he had not remembered immediately before, it was purely because too much time had passed. After all, he had been in this world for twelve years. Moreover, this was not an important plot point, so he had cast those memories to the back of his mind.

But now, prompted by the scene before him, he immediately remembered.