No Useless Martial Spirits, Only Useless Masters

Back in the courtyard, Lin Yuan sat in a chair reading while Xiao Wu, who had been dragged here, dejectedly cleaned the room.

As the big sister of Nuoding City, Xiao Wu had always had others clean her room. When had she ever needed to clean for someone else?

Yet Xiao Wu did not dare utter a word now. After all, she could be said to be a target for everyone.

Leaving aside whether she could survive here, the moment she dared step even half a pace out of Heaven Dou Royal Academy, countless experts would undoubtedly kill her without hesitation.

Xiao Wu had lived for a hundred thousand years, after all. She understood what it meant to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens. As long as she could stay alive, nothing else mattered. Only by surviving could she avenge her grievances.

"Um... Lord Lin Yuan... could you let me say goodbye to the disciples of Shrek Academy... I miss them a little..."

At that moment, Xiao Wu timidly walked over and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, hoping that Lord Lin Yuan would agree to let her return to Shrek Academy.

However, Lin Yuan showed no courtesy at all, raising his hand and slapping her. Under the crisp sound of the blow, Xiao Wu was left dizzy and sprawled on the floor, silently crying.

"Do not forget your identity. You are merely a rabbit raised by me. If you dare make demands of me again, I would not mind locking you forever in a dark, sunless Secret Chamber."

Xiao Wu was clearly terrified, because she understood that Lord Lin Yuan was not joking with her. If she said another word, she would surely be locked directly in an airtight Secret Chamber and live a life worse than death.

"Do you understand?"

Lin Yuan's voice grew even heavier, his cold aura rushing toward her. The tears dripping from Xiao Wu's eyes instantly froze into ice, shattering into petals upon the ground.

"Y-Yes, I understand..."

Xiao Wu had gone pale with fright. She no longer dared mention wanting to leave, and she also understood that if she dared say it again, a slap across the face would be the least of it.

After cleaning up the mess on the floor, Xiao Wu returned to the room with a choked voice. Before long, the sound of sobbing came from within.

Lin Yuan did not care. He continued reading the book in his hands, paying no attention to whether Xiao Wu was crying in the room. Letting her live was already no easy mercy.

If she had fallen into Spirit Hall's hands, she would probably have become Bibi Dong's soul ring and soul bone by now.

And one must not forget that Xiao Wu was now thirteen years old. Spirit Hall had many arrogant and ferocious soldiers, and they especially liked transformed soul masters such as this Soft Bone Charm Rabbit.

If she fell into their hands, within thirty days, Xiao Wu would surely become the plaything of Spirit Hall's soul masters. In the end, she would gradually lose all her abilities and become a creature that only knew how to please others.

There was a joke recorded in Douluo Continent: there were no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters.

Everyone knew that a person's life was determined by their martial spirit. Someone with a useless martial spirit could never become a soul master in this lifetime, much less cultivate diligently.

Take Master himself. Although he had been a direct disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a mutation had occurred during his awakening, turning his martial spirit into a dog.

Later, no matter how hard he cultivated, he ultimately could not break through the shackles of level thirty.

That was simply a slap in his own face.

How could one claim there were no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters?

Because of Master's words, after Tang San became a god, later generations praised him. Vast numbers of villagers flocked to Star Dou Forest to hunt soul beasts and obtain soul bones, leaving the world of soul beasts devastated. Humans, too, wailed across the land, with white bones repeatedly carpeting hundreds of li.

This was the so-called righteous path?

Ten thousand years later, evil soul masters gradually became a source of terror in people's hearts.

In chaotic times, corpses covered the fields and starving bodies lay everywhere. What common people cared about was whether they could survive and whether they could fill their bellies tomorrow.

Ever since Tang San became a god, Douluo Continent had completely fallen apart. Smoke from war rose in every direction, and countless common people died amid struggles for power and supremacy.

Those in high positions did not even care about the lives and deaths of the people. How could the people possibly feel the pain of a fallen nation?

And in the end, Tang San stood at the pinnacle, looking down upon a world ravaged beyond recognition, and declared it the righteous path of the world.

Lin Yuan sneered inwardly. If this is the righteous path of the world, then this world need not remain!

With that thought, Lin Yuan let out a deep breath, set down the book in his hand, and burned it to ashes with a single flame.

What use was such a harmful thing if it remained in this world?

Just then, Lin Yuan seemed to sense a peculiar fluctuation of energy. He slowly rose to his feet, and the next instant, he appeared in Sunset Forest, thirty li from the Heaven Dou Empire.

Lin Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. "Since you have come, then come out. For a dignified Title Douluo to try to launch a sneak attack this way is truly laughable."

As Lin Yuan's words fell, an autumn wind swept through, and the swirling fallen leaves blocked his vision. At the same time, an old man dressed in a black robe appeared out of thin air.

After seeing who it was, Lin Yuan asked with a solemn expression, "So you truly are persistent. After all these years, he is still coveting my body, is he not?"

The old man beneath the black robe slowly raised his head, and a trace of icy coldness flashed through his sharp eyes.

His face was gaunt as bone, and a black Thousand-Leg Centipede was tattooed on his neck, extending all the way to his face. His gaze was cold, and merely standing there gave off an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Not only that, numerous soul masters dressed in black robes suddenly appeared throughout the dense forest. They had already surrounded the area, clearly having no intention of allowing Lin Yuan to leave Sunset Forest alive.

With one hand behind his back, Lin Yuan glanced at the soul masters around him. "Two Title Douluo, three Soul Douluo, and fifteen Soul Saints. Heh heh heh, it seems there will be dog meat to eat this year."

The black-robed old man narrowed his eyes and coldly threatened, "Lin Yuan, as fellow Title Douluo, I will give you one chance. If you are willing to return with me to the City of Slaughter, I can guarantee that you will remain unharmed. Otherwise, you should understand the methods of the City of Slaughter."

Hearing this, Lin Yuan laughed aloud. "Heh heh heh, after all these years, the King of Slaughter is still coveting his immortal body. Does he truly think he can break through level one hundred by relying on someone else's body?"

At that moment, one of the Soul Douluo approached the black-robed old man and said in a low voice, "My lord, our king said that bringing back the corpse would be the same."

The black-robed old man nodded and fiercely stomped his right foot on the ground. At the same time, the soul rings that symbolized a Title Douluo quietly lit up.

His soul ring configuration was yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.