My Martial Soul is My Fiancée in Douluo

For the past few days, he hadn't found a single way to escape; even when he needed to relieve himself, someone was watching.

A headache!

Was he really going to have to reincarnate?

But what would happen to Wang Xin'er if he did? He knew that after reincarnation, his memories would be sealed for three years.

Distressed...

After several days, the group finally couldn't resist the hunger and ate the food provided by the Spirit Saint Elder. By now, their faces were drained of color, looking pale and frail.

Wang Xin'er's complexion was much better, but two days of food was still too little; today, Wang Xin'er still ended up eating a steamed bun.

Turning his head to look at the listless little girl, Zheng Li felt a sense of irritation, even though the carriage was deathly quiet.

Suddenly, the carriage jolted.

Zheng Li and the others weren't surprised; this had happened many times already.

They just assumed the road was rough.

They didn't know that outside, the Spirit Saint Elder was suspending the carriage by iron chains from the top, carrying them while flying at a low altitude...

To a Spirit Saint, this bit of weight was negligible.

The other four followed on the ground.

Because they had entered a mountain range.

Why not let Zheng Li and the others come out and walk themselves?

Ask yourself, were the people Zheng Li had poisoned even strong enough to walk? Letting them out to walk would just be a waste of time.

In the mountains, human footprints were rare, so even if they were conspicuous, they wouldn't be discovered.

In truth, the Spirit Saint Elder had wanted to do this for a long time. There was no other reason than the carriage being too slow; he wanted to quickly send the civilian geniuses in the carriage back to the Holy Cult and collect his reward.

"Hmm? What is that?"

The Spirit Saint Elder, who had been flying intently, suddenly saw a halo of light appear in the forest far to his side.

"Could it be that I've encountered a stroke of luck? Is that halo radiating from a matured heavenly treasure?"

Chapter 42, Xiao Nai: Not bad...

"Am I the chosen one?"

The Spirit Saint Elder asked the question, but his tone sounded more like he was affirming it to himself.

In that instant, memories from the past two years flashed through his mind.

Two years ago, he was already seventy-three years old and nothing more than a very ordinary Spirit Ancestor.

In his youth, he had a beautiful wife, but one day she ran off with a Spirit King from next door. Back then, he was only a Great Spirit Master.

His heart had been shattered; he stopped believing in love, never remarried, and poured his entire soul into cultivation...

He hated geniuses because that Spirit King from next door was what others called a genius—not much older than him, yet already a Spirit King.

And he, even after cultivating until he was old, was only a Spirit Ancestor.

His talent was limited; he hadn't even broken through the Spirit King bottleneck, and his potential was already exhausted.

One day, he got into a conflict with a noble on the street and naturally lost. The noble wanted to take him away, but two figures in black robes appeared and took him instead.

Afterward, they told him that his Martial Soul had a hidden talent, and once activated, he would gain new potential! It was even possible for him to reach the Title Douluo realm.

Thinking of his past life of humiliation and unfulfilled desires, he followed the two black-robed men without a second thought.

Even though he knew full well that the two black-robed men were not good people.

Later, he participated in a ritual called "Spirit Ascension" and became a Saint Disciple of the Holy Cult.

The talent he activated was the ability to cultivate by absorbing human blood through his Martial Soul. At that moment, he realized: wasn't this what an Evil Soul Master was? But there was no turning back.

Relying on this talent, he successfully became a Spirit Saint a few months ago. At the same time, his rank rose to Holy Spirit, a level above Saint Disciple. He had even surpassed the two Spirit Kings who had brought him into the cult.

His mindset gradually twisted and inflated; he became conceited...

Last month, an elder gave him a mission.

The Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament was about to begin. The time when Shrek Academy went on break was also their enrollment period, and many other academies were recruiting at this time as well.

The elder wanted him to recruit excellent disciples for the Holy Cult to replenish their fresh blood. He was to recruit as many as possible before the tournament started. Once successful, he would become an elder himself, and there would be rewards—rewards that could quickly elevate him to a Spirit Douluo.

Recruit? He thought it was more like kidnapping... The phrasing was certainly euphemistic.

Why send him? Because he was originally from the Star Luo Empire; there was no other reason, he was familiar with it.

The Holy Cult seemed to operate primarily in the Sun Moon Empire, with very few branches in the three great empires. The one he belonged to was an important Holy Cult branch within the Sun Moon Empire.

Unfortunately, an accident occurred.

Originally, there was still plenty of time before the tournament, but who knew that someone would catch onto their trail? He had no choice but to plan an evacuation from Xingluo City to another city.

But another accident happened; they captured Wang Xin'er, or rather, Wang Xin'er had discovered them.

He knew a little about Wang Xin'er's identity.

This was naturally not ideal. After thinking it over, he realized that whether he captured Wang Xin'er or not, he might end up dead. Thus, he downed a pot of wine and captured Wang Xin'er anyway.

He then decided to leave immediately, refusing to linger in the three original empires of Douluo Dalu.

The journey was marked by extreme caution, and he finally managed to enter the Sun Moon Empire from the Heaven Dou Empire.

Of course, prudence remained necessary, so the route he chose to travel was quite peculiar.

It was safe enough; once he crossed this mountain range, he would basically be at the branch he belonged to.

At this thought.

The Spirit Saint Elder stared at the source of the halo, his eyes filled with greed.

He directly unfastened the iron chain tied around his waist, and the carriage cabin slammed into the ground with a loud thud.

"Wait here for me; I'll be back shortly."

After dropping these words, the Spirit Saint Elder took to the air and flew toward the location of the halo.

On the ground, four expressionless individuals stood guard around the carriage cabin.

Inside the carriage, Zheng Li and the others only felt a jolt; it had to be said that the cabin's shock absorption was actually quite decent.

However, things took a sudden turn.

The Spirit Saint Elder, flying toward the halo, changed his expression and grew vigilant.

Within his line of sight, a golden and silver halo surged from the distant woods like a tide. Even though it was daytime, the halo remained dazzling, as if vying with the sun for brilliance.

Seeing this, the Spirit Saint Elder immediately released his Martial Soul and spirit rings. It was a blade—a pale, bone-like blade wreathed in blood-colored flames.

"What the hell is this? Isn't it a heaven-sent treasure?"

His voice had barely faded when the golden-silver halo instantly engulfed him, followed by the other four people and the carriage cabin.

Seemingly perceiving the carriage cabin as an obstacle, the golden-silver light directly annihilated it, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

The dual-colored light then proceeded to cover Zheng Li and the others.

Everyone was in a state of panic.

Zheng Li looked at the light on his body: "??"

"Zheng Li, what is this?" Wang Xin'er asked from his side, puzzled. "It's quite pretty. Is it an enemy's trick?"

"Probably not. Look, those four people have the same light on them too," Zheng Li shook his head, glancing at the four Holy Cult members guarding the carriage.

"Hmm? You're right~" Wang Xin'er looked and said, "Has someone come to save us?"

Others seemed to think the same.

"Doesn't look like it."

Zheng Li's eyes flickered.

"System, what power is this?"

Just as Zheng Li asked this question in his mind, the golden-silver light exerted a pulling force, carrying them as they shot directly toward the sky.

"Ahhh..." Wang Xin'er was startled and let out a scream.

The others were no better off.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host! You've hit the jackpot! This is the Pulling Light of the Valley of Love and Emotion!"

Zheng Li's eyes widened instantly: "The Valley of Love and Emotion!!"

"Holy crap! Isn't the Valley of Love and Emotion located in the mountains west of Ming Capital, the capital of the Sun Moon Empire?"

Ming Capital was also known as Sun Moon City.

"That's right. The host has a good memory; this is indeed the West Mountain of Sun Moon City!"

Zheng Li: "...Damn it!"

He felt like cursing out loud.

Spirit Saint Elder, you sure are fast! Although he had guessed they would be brought to the Sun Moon Empire, who knew he would be given such a huge "surprise."

And what kind of route did you take?

Why did you end up at West Mountain? I'm impressed!

Besides, doesn't the Valley of Love and Emotion require a "sacrifice" to be activated?

"System, don't congratulate me on things like this in the future. How is this hitting the jackpot?"

"Ding! Host, why wouldn't it be? If the host passes the trials, whether it's an increase in Spirit Power rank or an increase in the age of your spirit rings, it's all possible. Isn't that a grand prize?"

Zheng Li: "That may be true, but..."

He wasn't afraid of anything, so why was he so panicked?

At this moment, Xiao Nai's eyes in the Sea of Consciousness were dim and deep.

Because Zheng Li had granted Xiao Nai some permissions through the system's settings interface, she was able to hear the exchange between Zheng Li and the system.

"The Valley of Love and Emotion... I think it's quite nice..."

"Xiao Li, good luck..."

"..." Zheng Li remained silent.

The speed at which the gold and silver light pulled them was incredibly fast. Soon, Zheng Li saw a vast lake nestled among the surrounding mountains, its water clear enough to see the bottom. What was peculiar was that the lake water was actually gold and silver in color.

In the center of the lake sat a golden sun, radiating intense golden light, and surrounding it was a silver moon, from which the silver halo emanated.

"Everyone, no matter what happens later, remember to tell the truth, otherwise your lives will be in danger." Zheng Li was not a cold or heartless person, so he shouted a warning.

Wang Xin'er was puzzled and asked loudly, "Why!"

"Why so many whys? If you don't want to die, just do as I say."

The main thing was that there was no time to explain. As soon as he finished speaking, they were pulled to the center of the lake, and immediately, they were swallowed by the light erupting from the Golden Sun and Silver Moon.

Zheng Li's consciousness also fell into a brief coma.

Chapter 43, What Were You Doing at Seven Years Old

One hour ago.

In the center of West Mountain in Sun Moon City of the Sun Moon Empire, a massive valley occupied an area of over ten miles, surrounded by mountains; an ordinary person would truly never find this place.

The entire valley was perfectly circular.

The valley floor was sunken, shaped like a hemisphere, and filled with clear lake water that was transparent to the bottom.

Near a peak overlooking the valley, two figures descended from the sky.

"Is this the place?"

One of the figures spoke. He had a sturdy build, an ordinary but resolute face, dark skin, and was dressed in luxurious clothing.