Martial Soul Shendu

Chapter 1: Martial Soul Shendu

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Douluo Continent.

Slaughter City.

A sinful place filled with violence and darkness.

People who enter this place are either being hunted and have nowhere to go, or they are deceived, hearing that this is the most wonderful place in the world.

No restrictions, no laws, do whatever you want.

Of course, there are also many talented young people from major forces who come here for trials.

But no matter which type, to leave Slaughter City, one needs to achieve a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena to qualify to enter the Hell Road and leave Slaughter City.

And today, after many years, the Hell Slaughter Arena has once again produced someone who has achieved ninety-nine consecutive victories.

"Death Spider Emperor, isn't this person the Saintess from Martial Soul Hall?"

"Such an ugly yet powerful Martial Soul, it's impossible to forget once you've seen it."

"However, this woman is so brutal. Everyone who loses to her is torn to shreds."

"Even in Slaughter City, such methods are a bit..."

"Ugh!!"

On the viewing platform, before the man could finish speaking, an extremely terrifying Killing Intent targeted him, scaring everyone around to quickly leave the arena's viewing platform.

On the Hell Slaughter Arena, Bibi Dong, who had just won, did not linger but quickly left the scene.

In the battles of the arena, the further one goes, the stronger the opponents arranged, and others who enter the arena will implicitly unite to eliminate the strongest one first.

Therefore, after more than fifty consecutive victories, almost every battle required her to fight nine opponents alone.

Reaching ninety-nine consecutive victories now, even she found it extremely taxing.

It is not advisable to stir up more trouble immediately after a battle.

After taking many detours and confirming no one was following her, Bibi Dong finally returned to her residence.

"Sister Dong, you're back."

Opening the door, the first thing he saw was a handsome young man.

A rare hint of gentleness appeared on Bibi Dong's stern face. "Mm."

"How was today's match?" the young man walked forward, asking with concern.

The moment they touched, a fierce killing intent flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. In the next instant, a peculiar energy emanated from the young man, suppressing the Bloody Mary poison within her. The dense killing intent, materialized like a blood mist, suddenly dissipated.

"Oh, darling, are you trying to kill me?"

Nan Feng pointed to the three pairs of crystal-clear yet terrifyingly threatening purple spider legs that had grown behind Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong jolted back to reality, retracting her martial soul. She somewhat flusteredly pulled her hands from Nan Feng's, her expression turning cold again. "Didn't I tell you to wait until I've recovered before talking to me?"

Wait? What if you accidentally kill me?

Nan Feng grumbled inwardly, but his face showed a faint disappointment. "Aren't I just worried about you..."

"I don't need your worry." Bibi Dong turned and quickly walked into her room.

Bang!

Her hurried footsteps and the abrupt slam of the door all indicated that Bibi Dong's mood was far from calm.

"Hoo~"

Confirming that Bibi Dong wouldn't come out again, Nan Feng breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to his own room.

He sat down cross-legged, and a round, flat phantom of a Coiled Dragon Statue appeared behind him.

This was his martial soul, a villain from an anime, the Fire Demon—Shendu!

About six years ago, he accidentally arrived in this world of Douluo Continent as a six-year-old child. Unfortunately, his drop point was wrong; his birthplace was Slaughter City!

Forget about some bullshit fantasy sewer. Strength is relative, and this world is also realistic. Here, he was just a little kid, a little kid at the mercy of others!

Fortunately, he automatically awakened his martial soul, Shendu, upon landing.

And his martial soul was a bit special. It didn't require Spirit Rings. Every ten levels, he could unlock a representative ability of Shendu, the divine power of the Twelve Talismans.

The Rat that brings forth movement from stillness, the Ox of immense strength, the Tiger that harmonizes Yin and Yang, the Rabbit of super-speed teleportation, the Dragon of burning explosions, the Snake of hidden invisibility, the Horse that cures all illnesses, the Sheep of Soul Projection, the Monkey of shapeshifting, the Rooster of levitation, the Dog of immortality, the Pig of electrifying eyes.

With Innate Level 10 spirit power, he could unlock one Talisman right from the start.

Which one to choose?

Many people might think, it must be the Dog!

After all, survival is the most important thing.

But in a hellhole like the Slaughter City, what would happen to a weakling who also possessed an immortal attribute?

Without a doubt, he would become the most amusing toy for those Fallen Ones!

Moreover, this talisman ability came from his martial soul, and using his martial soul consumed soul power. He only had level ten soul power, so how long could the Dog Talisman last?

Therefore, the Dog Talisman was utterly useless to him at that time.

After considering his options, he chose the most useful ability at the time: the Healing Horse.

This was the Slaughter City, filled with violence and slaughter. Where there was combat, there would be injuries. There were no doctors here; once severely wounded, one could almost only wait for death.

After confirming the healing effect of the Horse Talisman, he directly ran to the Hell Slaughter Arena and, in front of everyone, cast a healing spell on the victor of the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Then, he became a treasure that the Fallen Ones of the Slaughter City went mad over.

He had originally intended to rely on his healing spell to become a doctor respected by everyone in the Slaughter City, but fate did not go as he wished.

After all, treasures belong to the strong!

He, this rare Healing-type Soul Master, was fought over by the powerful Fallen Ones in the inner city, treated like a tool. Those idiots would use him and discard him, only to snatch him back when they needed him again!

These turbulent and unstable days finally ended three years ago.

This was because of Bibi Dong's arrival, and also because he unlocked his second talisman.

After accidentally hearing about a crazy woman with the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor martial soul arriving in the Slaughter City, he abandoned his indecision about unlocking the Monkey or the Dog talisman and chose the Sheep!

Soul Projection!

He directly used the "Dream Weaving" technique to let Bibi Dong know of his existence as a rare Healing-type Soul Master in the Slaughter City, though he did mix in quite a bit of false information.

Subsequently, Bibi Dong, with her formidable strength and ferocious Soul-Eater Spider Emperor martial soul, stealthily snatched him out of his dire straits and hid him away in her private quarters!

Although he was occupied, he finally found stability.

Because he only needed to heal Bibi Dong now, he didn't have to be fought over by those idiotic Fallen Ones!

For the first time, he felt that being domineering was such a wonderful virtue!

"Time to start today's Bibi Dong's Wonderland dream..."

Nan Feng lay down on the bed, and the outline of a small sheep appeared in his eyes.

The next moment, Nan Feng's soul separated from his body.

Sheep Talisman, Soul Projection.

Although it had been criticized as the most useless talisman, here, Nan Feng had to borrow the words of a certain Grandmaster: there are no useless talismans, only useless people!

Let's see if you know how to play!

Passing through the wall, Nan Feng, in his soul state, arrived in Bibi Dong's room.

After observing Bibi Dong's condition and confirming she was asleep, Nan Feng aimed for her head and rammed into it.

His vision went black, and the scene shifted. Nan Feng found himself on a battlefield filled with the smell of blood.

Jialing Pass!

The battle was nearing its end. Bibi Dong, in order to save Qian Renxue, had taken a sword from Tang San and was not far from death.

Then, the much-anticipated last words segment began.

"Bibi Dong! You have a day like this too!" Yu Xiaogang glared at the weakened Bibi Dong with a ferocious expression.

"When you massacred the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon sect, did you ever think you'd have a day like this!"

"When you abandoned me, did you ever think this day would come!"

"..."

Unlike the remorse Yu Xiaogang had imagined, Bibi Dong, with her Rakshasa Divine Power dispersed, showed no emotion on her face. She ignored Yu Xiaogang's curses and simply closed her eyes.

She had lost count of how many times she had had this dream. From blurry and intermittent at first, it had become clearer and clearer. Even the pain from the sword piercing her heart felt so real.

Facing Yu Xiaogang's curses, from heartache and distress at the beginning, she now felt nothing, even wanting to laugh.

Curse all you want, laugh all you want. Soon, you won't be able to curse or laugh anymore.

Calculating the time and recalling Yu Xiaogang's abusive lines, Bibi Dong opened her eyes. She glanced at Qian Renxue beside her, a complex expression flashing across her face. Then, she looked at Hu Liena nearby and forced herself to sit up.

"It's all over," Tang San said coldly, looking at Bibi Dong before him.

"Over? What makes you say that?"

A hoarse, demonic voice sounded from nowhere, low and indifferent.

The next instant, an expression of disbelief appeared on Tang San's cold face, and bright red blood surged from his mouth.

A sharp, green dragon claw appeared in his vision, its palm clutching a fresh heart.

His heart!

"You..." Tang San tried with all his might to circulate the divine power within him, but with his heart destroyed, he couldn't muster any strength.

The heart was the center of soul power flow and the source of divine power circulation. Once the heart was destroyed, even a god would die!

"Is this the God King?" A face that was ninety percent similar to Nan Feng's, only more mature, appeared beside Tang San. And the Evil Dragon Claw piercing Tang San's chest was wielded by him.

"I thought you were so fierce. Is this all?"

"..."

The battle situation took a sharp turn. The Heaven Dou Empire, which had thought victory was within their grasp, was suddenly plunged into bewildered panic.

Their god was killed again?!

"How is this possible..." Tang San's face was filled with disbelief.

"How could you escape my divine sense and shatter my divine armor?"

"Can't figure it out? Don't rush, you can ponder it in your next life." Nan Feng crushed Tang San's heart, and the Sea God Power and Asura God Power flowed away.

"Oh, no, you don't have a next life."

As he spoke, a towering pillar of fire erupted from Tang San's heart, shooting straight into the sky, burning his physical body and his divine soul.

The entire Jialing Pass battlefield fell into deathly silence with Tang San's demise.

"No! It can't be!" Yu Xiaogang shouted in despair.

"Xiao San is a god! He won't die!"

"Oh?" Nan Feng turned his head and looked at Yu Xiaogang, who was frantically seeking attention.

The next moment, an unnamable fire ignited on Yu Xiaogang's body. Accompanied by a series of miserable screams, master and disciple both returned to the soul.

"If you're weak, stay away. Is this a place you should be?"

Nan Feng shook his head and walked towards Bibi Dong, who was on her last breath.

Looking at the familiar yet strange man before her, Bibi Dong's eyes were extremely complex.

"You..." Qian Renxue seemed a little slow to react to the scene before her.

"Shut up, noob."

Nan Feng quipped, then crouched down, grabbed the Asura Demon Sword plunged into Bibi Dong, and pulled it out with a yanking motion.

Pfft!

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

Nan Feng placed his hand on Bibi Dong's chest, and an energy containing infinite Life Force surged out. Bibi Dong's broken body rapidly repaired itself, and within just a few breaths, she was restored to her original state.

"How do you feel?" Nan Feng asked with concern.

Bibi Dong looked at Nan Feng with eyes full of helplessness and disdain, then looked at her own chest which was being held. She was speechless.

Although this was a dream, she felt like she had been squeezed dry of all spirit.

Every time it was the same position, every time it was the same force!

This damned sense of familiarity!

"You..."

Just as Bibi Dong was about to say something, the scene before her eyes suddenly began to recede, blurring...

Opening her eyes and looking at the familiar decorations before her, as well as the heavy smell of blood in the air, Bibi Dong got up from the bed, opened the door, and walked into the room opposite.

Looking at Nan Feng sleeping soundly on the bed, Bibi Dong's eyes were a little complex.

When she was away, Nan Feng didn't dare to sleep, saying he was afraid some idiot would sneak in and stab him. Only when she returned could this child dare to close his eyes and sleep.

Sighing, Bibi Dong stepped forward, tucked Nan Feng in, and turned to leave the room.

"Why isn't this progress moving anymore..."

Nan Feng, who was floating nearby, looked helpless.

Since Bibi Dong came to Slaughter City three years ago, he had made Bibi Dong have a dream almost every week.

The dream just now was something he had spent nearly three years constructing step by step.

From the initial PPT with only blurry images and a few sentences, to the current immersive blockbuster, he had put in a lot of effort.

Every character, every scene, every shot was meticulously crafted by him!

And all of this was to get Bibi Dong to take him out of this hellhole!

He really couldn't stand it anymore!

Although his special martial soul was not suppressed by the domain of Slaughter City, allowing him to cultivate normally, and even due to the special environment here, which contained a large amount of energy, allowing him to cultivate twice as fast as normal soul masters, but!

The air was filled with the smell of blood and all sorts of other unpleasant odors. He couldn't even sleep peacefully, always having to guard against some brainless person sneaking in to stab him. There was no food, and everywhere he looked were dilapidated streets filled with blood mist.

Damn it!

If he stayed any longer, he felt like his brain would go crazy!

If he relied on his own cultivation, who knew when he would be able to leave?

Moreover, whether he could leave Slaughter City didn't depend on strength, but on background.

Tang Hao could leave because of Tang Chen. Bibi Dong could leave because of the Rakshasa God Inheritance she carried. Him?

Would that damned bat allow another Killing God to be born?

And if he exposed his immunity to the domain suppression in Slaughter City, who knew if the Asura God behind Slaughter City would directly kill him?

If he missed this opportunity, he would most likely have to wait for the Tang Clan to destroy Slaughter City in the future and try his luck.