Codename: Garlic Turtle

Suotuo City.

Qing Mu, draped in a black robe, stood before the Suo Tuo Great Spirit Arena. Looking at the marble pillars before him, he could not help but marvel, "What a magnificent building."

Before Qing Mu stood an oval-shaped structure over a hundred meters tall. Without the power of Soul Masters, such a building could never have been successfully constructed with the current productive capacity of the Douluo Continent.

After admiring it for a while, Qing Mu entered the Great Spirit Arena.

Quickly passing the stone tablet engraved with the names of the dead, Qing Mu headed straight for the arena's registration desk.

"Miss, please register me."

As he spoke, Qing Mu deliberately adjusted his voice to make it sound more mature.

The registrar was a delicate-looking woman in her early twenties, dressed in a suit. A flicker of surprise flashed through her eyes when she saw Qing Mu in his black robe and mask.

However, that surprise vanished in an instant. After all, she worked at the Suo Tuo Great Spirit Arena and encountered all kinds of people every day. She had long grown accustomed to such sights.

She then put on a professional smile and asked Qing Mu, "Registration costs ten Gold Soul Coins. Are you sure you wish to register?"

"Yes, I'm sure!"

Qing Mu took ten Gold Soul Coins from his pocket and handed them to her.

After accepting the coins, the registrar immediately took a form from beneath the drawer and pushed it in front of Qing Mu.

"Please fill out the required information."

Qing Mu glanced at it and found that it was a background questionnaire. He picked up a nearby quill and began writing quickly.

Although the form included information such as name, age, birthplace, and martial soul, the Great Spirit Arena would not strictly verify anything other than Soul Power Level. Naturally, Qing Mu was not foolish enough to write down his real information.

Otherwise, why would he be wearing a black robe and mask? Was he cosplaying Xiao Huohuo?

Children on the Douluo Continent grew quickly to begin with, and absorbing Soul Rings could further promote development. As a result, although Qing Mu was only a little over ten years old, he had already grown to one meter seventy.

Unless someone saw his face directly or was a professional, it was nearly impossible to discern Qing Mu's age through the concealment of his black robe and mask.

A moment later, the woman in the suit fell silent as she looked at the information Qing Mu had written on the form.

Name: Garlic Turtle

Age: Eighteen

Birthplace: Xilu City, Hagen Das Kingdom...

Martial Soul: Green Vine

Soul Power Level: Level 34

After a long while, the woman in the suit finally asked, "Sir, are you sure your name is Garlic Turtle? Once it is confirmed, it cannot be changed."

Although she knew Qing Mu had definitely written down a codename, wasn't Garlic Turtle a little too outrageous even for a codename?

"This one is fine," Qing Mu replied calmly.

Nothing represented Bulbasaur better than Garlic Turtle. As for something like Bulbasaur Douluo, he would wait until he was stronger.

Hearing Qing Mu's firm answer, the woman in the suit said helplessly, "All right, if you insist."

The woman worked efficiently. In only a short while, Qing Mu received an Iron Soul Fighting Badge.

After receiving the Iron Soul Fighting Badge, Qing Mu did not linger and immediately headed toward the one-on-one Soul Fighting area.

"For your first Soul Fighting match, you must pay a registration fee of ten Gold Soul Coins. No registration fee will be required afterward. If you defeat your opponent, you will receive ten Gold Soul Coins as a reward.

"Also, advancing from an Iron Soul Fighting Badge to a Silver Soul Fighting Badge requires one hundred points. At the Iron Soul Fighting level, a victory earns one point, while a loss deducts one point. Five consecutive victories..."

The staff member explained the Soul Fighting rules to Qing Mu, while Qing Mu listened quietly.

Although the staff member made it sound complicated, Qing Mu found it quite simple. In short, if he wanted to advance quickly, he needed a winning streak and had to rely on the bonus points brought by consecutive victories.

If he could not maintain a winning streak, then he could only slowly grind his way up until he had accumulated enough wins.

After registering, Qing Mu went to the nearby waiting area. He closed his eyes to rest and waited for his turn.

However, to Qing Mu's surprise, not long after he arrived in the waiting area, a group of people entered.

The arrival of this group immediately drew the attention of the other Soul Masters in the room. There was no other reason—the newcomers looked far too young.

After entering, a fat man dressed in red swept his gaze around the room and sneered. "Boss Dai, there aren't any experts here. Looks like we can earn quite a few points again today."

Upon hearing this, Qing Mu immediately opened his eyes and looked toward the people by the door.

From their outfits and the fat man's words, Qing Mu instantly recognized their identities. They were Tang San and the others.

Shrek? So it's them. I didn't expect them to be assigned to this area too, but that's good. It looks like my test should go fairly smoothly.

Qing Mu studied them while thinking to himself.

Although he knew they were the protagonists of the original story and would achieve great things in the future, Qing Mu had no intention of fawning over them. With Bulbasaur, his future would be no worse than theirs.

As for irrationally becoming hostile toward them because of certain comments from the internet in his previous life, that would be even more foolish—especially while he himself was still weak.

After all, perhaps these people did not have the best character, but their backers were formidable: the prince and princess consort of the Star Luo Empire, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the son of the Sound System Douluo, and the two big sisters who were Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts.

Even Oscar and Ma Hongjun, the weakest among them, had Shrek's three powerful Soul Sages behind them. They were not easy to provoke.

If it were a normal fight, it would be fine. But if an abnormal conflict gave them an excuse, then with how fiercely they protected their own, Qing Mu would have to face the pressure of three Soul Sages.

"Hm?"

Just as Qing Mu was observing Shrek, Tang San in the crowd seemed to sense something and turned his gaze in Qing Mu's direction.

"Little San, what's wrong?"

Dai Mubai's senses were still sharp. He noticed something was off the moment Tang San reacted, patted him on the shoulder, and leaned close to ask softly.

Tang San shook his head. "It's nothing, Boss Dai. Maybe I sensed it wrong."

Though he said that, Tang San could not help glancing at Qing Mu a few more times. He was utterly shocked within. What is going on? My Blue Silver Grass martial soul is actually rejecting this person so strongly. What is so special about him?