Seventh Birthday

Time flew by, and half a year had passed. In the blink of an eye, Long Yu was about to celebrate his seventh birthday.

Over the past half year, Long Yu's performance had been exceptionally outstanding. Aside from his terrifying martial soul and bloodline power, he was also extremely quick at learning new things.

Long Yu could swiftly grasp the various combat techniques Teacher Jun pointed out and apply them in actual combat.

If Long Yu's previous battles had all been won through absolute suppression, then now he had gained an even deeper understanding of—and greater ability to apply—the training principle from Death Grand Canyon: achieving the most effective lethality with the least expenditure.

He had also developed different combat methods for different soul masters, and he had gained some understanding of the Dragon Emperor Spear Art, though it was still at a very preliminary stage.

"Dragon Breaker!" Long Yu thrust out the spear in his hand, like a hidden dragon emerging from the sea. An overwhelming momentum burst forth, and with a single strike, he blasted apart the massive boulder before him, reducing it to countless small stones that scattered across the ground.

"Whew, I've finally made some progress. I've broken through into the realm of Momentum."

Long Yu shook his sore arm. He had practiced this set of Dragon Emperor Spear Art nearly every day these past months, for more than half a year. With Bibi Dong and Teacher Jun's guidance, he had finally made some progress today.

Momentum was vast and majestic, borrowing the power of heaven and earth for one's own use to suppress one's opponent and enhance one's attack power and sense of intimidation.

Momentum, subtlety, and unity of man and weapon—the three great realms.

However, the soul masters of Douluo Continent relied too heavily on their martial souls. They placed little importance on such realms of martial comprehension, and Self-Created Soul Skills were exceedingly rare.

This was also why Tang San could defeat opponents from all sides in the early stages with his Blue Silver Grass martial soul. Others could only use those few soul skills, while Tang San held an enormous advantage through his use of the various Tang Sect Secret Arts, such as Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and Mysterious Jade Hand.

Long Yu estimated that, even for a relatively low level of comprehension like Momentum, only Sword Douluo and Yang Wudi had attained it across the entire continent.

"Excellent spear technique! Your Self-Created Soul Skill is truly impressive. You're only seven years old, yet you've already reached the point of creating your own soul skill. You truly are a heaven-sent genius!" Bibi Dong, who had been watching from the side, could not help but praise him.

After half a year, Bibi Dong believed that she had not actually provided Long Yu with much guidance. Yet Long Yu had still progressed at an astonishing pace. Even with her exacting standards and discerning eye, she could not find a single flaw.

Her disciple's talent was truly terrifying beyond measure. Even when she had been young, she could not have achieved this.

"Junior Brother, you're really amazing. A Self-Created Soul Skill! Even after my brother has researched them for so long, he still hasn't completed his own Self-Created Soul Skill." Hu Liena looked at Long Yu with shining eyes.

Over the past half year of spending time together, Hu Liena had found herself liking this little junior brother more and more. He was handsome, highly talented, kind, and modest.

Over the past half year, Long Yu's Soul Power Level had increased rather slowly. It had only risen by one level, and he was currently a level 27 Soul Grandmaster.

Even Hu Liena's soul power had risen by two levels, reaching level 38.

Thirteen years old, level 38! Long Yu had devoted most of his time to theoretical research, the Compendium of Soul Beasts, and practicing the Dragon Emperor Spear Art.

The days ahead would be spent focusing on raising his Soul Power Level, since soul power was the foundation of strength.

No matter how well Long Yu mastered theory and the Dragon Emperor Spear Art, he would still be crushed when facing someone whose soul power vastly surpassed his own.

Like a certain "master" with level 29 soul power, who had spent his entire life studying theory—and even gotten parts of it wrong—Long Yu said without reservation that he could slap that coward to death with one palm! "It's all thanks to Teacher's nurturing and guidance." Long Yu looked at the spear in his hand.

The spear was over three meters long, its entire body woven with silver and gold, making it appear grand, noble, and mysterious. It was as thick as a forearm.

Fine carvings covered the spear shaft. Upon close inspection, one would find that they were actually layers upon layers of dragon scales. Between the spearhead and its tip was a dignified dragon head, with the spear tip extending from its open mouth.

The Dragon Emperor Spear, formed from Yinglong's spinal bone, was an existence that surpassed every Transcendent Divine Tool.

Its weight could change according to Long Yu's will, and it possessed extraordinary spirituality.

"You don't need to say that. I know exactly how much guidance I've provided as your teacher." Bibi Dong felt somewhat embarrassed as well.

"No, becoming Teacher's disciple has already been the greatest help to me. Moreover, my current cultivation resources and connections have all been provided by Teacher. This student knows that.

Besides, every time I look upon Teacher's peerless beauty, my motivation to cultivate becomes endless." Long Yu laid on the flattery.

"You silver-tongued little rascal. Who knows how many girls you'll deceive in the future?" Bibi Dong was very pleased to hear Long Yu's words. Besides, she believed that words spoken by such a young child could not be lies or carry any other meaning.

Although Bibi Dong was already nearly fifty, no woman disliked being praised for her beauty, especially by someone she cared about.

Of course, she too would be won over by Long Yu in the future. Hehe, that was a story for later.

"Today is your seventh birthday, so cultivation ends here for today.

Nana, hurry and take your junior brother to get ready," Bibi Dong said.

"Yes, Teacher." Hu Liena happily grabbed Long Yu's little hand and ran toward their pavilion.

Long Yu had already grown accustomed to Hu Liena holding his hand like this, so he naturally followed along.

Watching the two leave, Bibi Dong murmured softly, "They do make quite a good match. Perhaps I can bring them together in the future."

That evening, not many people came to Long Yu's seventh birthday banquet. Only those closest to him were present.

Long Yu, Bibi Dong, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Teacher Jun, and Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had been sent by the Elder Hall to attend.

However, Golden Crocodile's expression did not look very good. He stood out sharply among the crowd, and after giving his gift, he left.

No one paid him any mind, instead continuing to celebrate Long Yu's birthday.

Under the bright lights, amid the lavish dishes, seven candles stood atop a huge cake. Their glow illuminated everyone's faces, creating an exceptionally warm atmosphere.

Looking at the familiar faces before him, Long Yu could not help but feel emotional. Aside from Xue'er, everyone closest to him was here. Spirit Hall was his home.

Anyone who wanted to destroy Spirit Hall or harm these people would be destroyed by Long Yu instead!

For example, Tang San and Tang Hao—or even the Divine Realm!

"Junior Brother, make a wish," Hu Liena said happily.

"Alright!" After blowing out all the candles before him in one breath, Long Yu made his wish: to sweep away every enemy, and for both himself and those he cared about to find happiness.

"Junior Brother, look at me!"

"What's wrong, Senior Sister?" Long Yu turned around and got a piece of cake smeared all over his face.

Good grief, I got careless and failed to dodge.

Long Yu immediately retaliated, smearing a piece of cake straight onto his senior sister's face. The two began fooling around.

Everyone found it quite amusing, but no one joined in.

In the blink of an eye, it was already late at night. Everyone dispersed, and Long Yu and Hu Liena returned to their own loft.

Long Yu opened the small box Golden Crocodile had secretly handed him and was shocked to find a golden feather lying inside. It radiated a holy aura that made one dare not show the slightest disrespect.

"You big idiot, the biggest idiot in the world! Come to my grandfather's estate right now, or I really will never speak to you again! And I'm leaving. If you don't come, you won't get to see me anymore." Delicate handwriting entered Long Yu's sight.

"Xue'er, has that plan begun? Wait for me. I'm coming now." Qian Renxue's holy figure appeared in Long Yu's mind.

Long Yu tossed out a sentence: "Senior Sister, I have something to take care of. Go to sleep by yourself." Then he hurried toward the Elder Hall.

In her room, Bibi Dong sensed Long Yu leaving and heading directly toward the Elder Hall.

She could not help but sigh. "Sigh, it's good to say goodbye. After this parting, who knows how many years it will be before they meet again."