Douluo: Neighbor Tang San Comes to My House to Use the Wi-Fi

"Oh, do you know who my ninth soul ring is?" Nan Xuan said with a sly grin.

Bibi Dong felt a bad premonition in her heart. She had been very busy lately, so she only knew that Nan Xuan's eighth soul ring was Liu Mumu, but that person had already gone off to wander the continent.

"Who is it?" Bibi Dong asked tentatively.

"Tang Hao's ex-wife, Ah Yin, now known as Lan Yingying," Nan Xuan said with a beaming smile.

Bibi Dong: "..."

"So, what are you trying to express?" Bibi Dong suppressed the doubt and slight anger in her heart, asking with a straight face.

"That Liu Mumu person can't cook, but she can," Nan Xuan said, rubbing his head.

"Is that all?" Bibi Dong sometimes felt that Nan Xuan's way of thinking was truly bizarre; out of everyone he could have chosen as a soul ring, he just had to pick someone's wife.

"What else do you want me to have? How about it, do you want to reconsider the proposal I made earlier?" Nan Xuan hugged Bibi Dong, and with a shift in the room, they were transported to Bibi Dong's private quarters.

Looking at Nan Xuan like this, Bibi Dong could only accept it with a wry, helpless smile.

Well, actually, once in a while is fine too. This was the thought that flashed through Bibi Dong's mind after learning of Lan Yingying's existence.

After lingering with Nan Xuan for several hours, Bibi Dong chose to log off; she had quite a lot of things to deal with now.

"Sigh, next time I should just go to Martial Soul Hall to find her. Although the Network World is also a materialization, it still feels a bit unsatisfying and awkward," this was the first thing Nan Xuan said after exiting the Network World.

Lan Yingying looked at him with a puzzled expression; she still did not know that the current Pope, Bibi Dong, was the other man's woman.

"Stop staring. I plan to develop a game in the Network World later. If you're interested, you can go play it, but remember to come back and cook," Nan Xuan waved his hand in front of Lan Yingying's eyes.

"What kind of game?" Lan Yingying ignored the latter part and asked about the game instead.

"Wait and experience it yourself, and you'll know." Nan Xuan didn't offer much explanation; anyway, this was something that once you got the hang of it, you'd be hooked, so there was no need for too much explanation.

Seeing this, Lan Yingying didn't ask him any further, but instead brought out the freshly cooked meal, and the two began to eat together.

At Tang Hao's home.

"Dad, get up and eat," 3-year-old Tang San called out to Tang Hao inside the room.

Hearing the voice, Tang Hao walked out slowly, looked at the rice porridge on the table, and then sat down.

Tang San habitually poured wine for Tang Hao.

"Little San, do you want to understand this world?" Tang Hao had long been suspicious of Tang San's cultivation and his mature mindset, but since the boy hadn't left him, he now intended to continue raising him as his son.

Hearing this, Tang San's heart tightened. Could it be that Dad already knows my soul isn't from this world? No, that shouldn't be it. He probably just thinks that as a child, I should be curious about the outside world, which is why he asked.

"Dad, I do. I heard them say that this world has something called a martial soul. It feels so magical," Tang San answered innocently.

After hearing Tang San's reply, Tang Hao returned to his room, and before long, he took out a small box, returned to the table, and handed it to Tang San.

"Open it and see," Tang Hao said in a low voice.

Tang San curiously opened the box and found a blue-brown card inside.

Tang San pinched it in his hand, thinking to himself, This thing looks a bit like the cards from back home. The material might even work as a throwing dart.

"Place it on your forehead, then focus your attention on the card. Do not resist, and then follow that pull to enter the Network World," Tang Hao said to Tang San after taking a sip of wine.

Tang San did not hesitate and immediately followed his father's instructions.

When Tang San placed the card against his forehead and focused his mind, he saw a stream of deep blue energy drift out, pulling his spiritual power along with it.

"User registration successful. Username: Tang San. Welcome to the Network World."

A brand-new world opened its doors to Tang San.

Then he arrived in an unfamiliar room, and a Smart Guide appeared to explain everything to him.

More than ten minutes later, Tang San exited the Network World and said to Tang Hao with pleasant surprise, "Thank you, Dad. I really like this gift."

Under the Smart Guide's explanation, Tang San had just gained a preliminary understanding of this Network World. Most importantly, he could use this Network World to learn about the real continent.

"Hmm, this is something your mother and I prepared for you beforehand. If you have any questions, just ask the Smart Guide; he can answer everything he knows," Tang Hao drank a bowl of wine and then went back to his room to lie down.

"Mom..." Tang San whispered subconsciously.

He knew that not long after he was born, a figure had told his father to take good care of him, and then that figure had disappeared.

Tang San looked at his father's retreating back as he lay down, sighed, silently cleared the dishes, and then entered the Network World again.

Nan Xuan had also finished his meal, stretched, and entered the Network World, where he subsequently issued an announcement.

"I am the God of the Network. Today, I bring everyone good news. All netizens present will be able to use martial souls in the Network World from now on. This is a game—a game that allows those without soul power to use martial souls, a game where you can experience other people's martial souls. In 10 seconds, it will go live. Let us welcome the arrival of Martial Soul Glory together."

Tens of millions of netizens online in the Network World were counting down in their hearts. Tang San was also curiously waiting for this Martial Soul Canyon; he wanted to see what kind of game this was. Could it be more interesting than playing mahjong?

Seconds later, Martial Soul Glory went live. Hundreds of martial souls from the continent were waiting for you to choose, and the unique Martial Soul Canyon battlefield was waiting for you to fight.

Tang San curiously looked at the Tool Martial Soul rankings. As a master of hidden weapons from the Tang Sect, the first martial soul he chose was actually the Silver Needle martial soul of the Yang Fei brothers.

Then, following the beginner's tutorial, Tang San chose the individual duel mode. A deep blue light enveloped him, and suddenly he appeared in a canyon with flowers, grass, a stream, and falling rocks.

This canyon was not large, and it was a one-way path with no exit.

Following the instructions in the tutorial, Tang San summoned the Silver Needle martial soul he had selected. A silver-white embroidery needle appeared in his hand, with three light rings—two yellow and one purple—encircling it.

This must be the martial soul and soul rings. I didn't expect that I could really use a martial soul here. This is great! From now on, I can come here to practice my hidden weapons and also learn about the martial souls of this world. I can only awaken my martial soul at age six; I cannot waste the three years before that, aside from cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill and other Tang Sect arts, Tang San planned to himself.

Just as Tang San was still chuckling to himself, a whistling sound cut through the air.

"Who did I get matched against? It's just a three-year-old kid. How boring. I think the God of the Network should implement an age setting." A fourteen-year-old boy jumped out from the bushes. He had intended to ambush Tang San, but upon seeing that his opponent was only a three-year-old, he abandoned the plan.

Tang San watched the boy standing three meters away, mentally calculating the throwing distance for his hidden weapons. He was not about to get angry just because the other party looked down on him.

"Yo, you're actually taking this seriously? This little brat is a bit obsessed. Since that's the case, I'll just have to send you out of the match." The boy looked at Tang San's serious expression and said with a hint of helplessness.

"First Soul Skill, Hell Stab." The boy had chosen the Hell Spirit Cat as his martial soul. The other party's attitude displeased him, so he unleashed his first soul skill to send his opponent out of the Martial Soul Canyon.

Watching the boy launch his attack, Tang San smiled faintly and utilized the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to dodge the strike.

"What kind of martial soul did you choose? How could you dodge my attack?" the boy asked, feeling aggrieved.

Tang San ignored him, instead pressing his advantage by using a hidden weapon technique to execute his second soul skill, aiming a strike directly at the boy's glabella.

Seeing the needle flying toward him, the boy hurriedly activated his second soul skill, Hell Hundred Claws, but due to his nervousness and lack of familiarity with the martial soul, the attack went wide.

The Silver Needle's second soul skill was designed to increase penetration, and now, combined with Tang San's hidden weapon technique, it had been elevated to another level, instantly taking the enemy out.

After being struck in the glabella, the boy on the opposite side turned into a beam of deep blue light and left the Martial Soul Canyon; shortly after, Tang San left in the same manner.

Tang San returned to his personal room and looked at the match results: his personal points had increased by 10, and he was still at the Black Iron rank.

"This game is truly perfect for me. And this Silver Needle martial soul is also incredibly useful. If only I could awaken this when I awaken my own martial soul in the future." Tang San sat on the small sofa in his room, evaluating his first gaming experience.

After finishing that individual duel, Tang San did not choose to start another match, but instead became curious about his own future martial soul.

"According to the people on the continent, this martial soul is inherited from one's parents. I wonder what Dad's martial soul is? He's a blacksmith, so it's highly likely to be a hammer." Thinking of this, Tang San felt a bit disappointed. As a genius of the Tang Sect, a martial soul related to hidden weapons would be the most suitable for him.

"Wait, perhaps my mother's martial soul was related to hidden weapons? Should I go ask Dad?" The thought that had just sprouted in Tang San's mind was instantly extinguished; he didn't dare mention his mother in front of his father.

"I'd better learn about the martial souls of this world first. That way, I won't be so passive when I choose my martial soul next time." Tang San sighed and decided to go to the Network Library to study.

Tang San had his Smart Guide search for books introducing the types of martial souls, but when he opened the first page, his face instantly fell.

"Tang Sect, do all these books require payment to view?" Tang San had named his Smart Guide Tang Sect, perhaps to harbor the emotions of his past life.

The middle-aged man avatar of Tang Sect replied, "Yes, Young Master. Most books in the Network Library require payment; only some early childhood educational materials are free."

Hearing this, the corners of Tang San's mouth twitched violently.

Once the civilians of the continent heard that they could use their martial souls in the Network World, they quickly logged on to experience a match. Although most of them lost, it still allowed them to experience the feeling of being a two-ring Soul Grand Master.

After some people experienced Martial Soul Glory, they began comparing it to the Soul Fighting Arena.

The biggest difference was that winning in Martial Soul Glory did not earn any prize money.

Regarding this point, Nan Xuan didn't want to pay any attention; some people wanted a free experience while also wanting to make money—how could that possibly happen?

Lan Yingying also exited the Network World, sat down next to Nan Xuan, and asked with a smile, "How did you do it? You were actually able to come up with this; it's truly magical."

Nan Xuan smiled lightly and said, "It's all thanks to the martial souls."

Nan Xuan's answer was indeed correct; after all, these things were originally brought about by martial souls.

Lan Yingying thought about it, felt there was no issue, and didn't ask any further.

"By the way, Nan Xuan, when is Liu Mumu coming back?" Lan Yingying asked curiously.

"I don't know. Why, do you miss your sister?" Nan Xuan said, feeling a bit surprised.

"No, I just want to spar with her," Lan Yingying said with a smile.

Nan Xuan felt this wasn't the real answer and that there must be something else, but he didn't intend to keep asking; it was just a trivial matter anyway.

Lan Yingying was simply tired of the daily routine of cooking and wanted to find a helper.

After getting no results from her inquiry, she could only leave in a dejected manner.

Nan Xuan felt a bit bored, so he decided to challenge an individual duel himself.