Douluo: My Martial Soul Is My Own Fiancee

"Ah! Great-grandmother, I'm not talking to you anymore!" After saying this, she also rushed into the central room.

Wang Xian'er shook her head and smiled, saying, "This girl, she's still shy, but..."

Glancing at Zheng Li's room, she added, "It really is a pity."

Although she still had nearly twenty years of life left, for a Super Douluo, that was truly not much. Once she passed, this massive Wang Mansion would have no one to rely on. None of her descendants were worth mentioning, and none had inherited her Martial Soul.

After Wang Xin'er awakened the Sound Spirit Green Goose, she had planned to cultivate Wang Xin'er personally. In the future, even if she didn't reach Super Douluo, becoming a Titled Douluo would be no problem.

She didn't have any specific requirements for Xin'er's future partner; free love was fine. Of course, they couldn't be too weak and had to be a combat-type Spirit Master.

"Ten years old, level twenty-six..."

With another whisper, Wang Xian'er shook her head once more.

"Why think so much? Children and grandchildren have their own fortunes. I just need to cultivate a pillar of support for them..."

As her voice faded, Wang Xian'er closed her eyes, enjoying the comfortable sunlight.

At night, after finishing dinner with Wang Xian'er and the little girl, Zheng Li returned to his room and practiced the Spirit Sutra.

"The Spirit Sutra seems to really like life energy..."

Feeling the increase in the conversion of that peculiar energy, Zheng Li couldn't help but mutter to himself.

But what exactly was it?

Zheng Li still couldn't grasp it.

"Take it slow..."

Chapter 61: How about... packing up

"Damn you, Zheng Li!!"

In the room where Zheng Li had stayed in the small courtyard, Wang Xin'er roared while holding a piece of paper.

On the paper was written:

"Little girl, I leave quietly, just as I came quietly...

Signed, Zheng Li."

"Ah!!"

Wang Xin'er let out a loud cry and tore the paper in two, gritting her teeth as she said, "Who's a little girl! And 'leave quietly' my foot! Stop acting all poetic, just you wait, Miss. When we meet again, I'm going to beat the crap out of you! Definitely!!"

Was she angry that Zheng Li left? No, she was angry that Zheng Li had left without saying goodbye!

At this moment, Wang Xian'er appeared at the open doorway and asked gently, "Xin'er, what's wrong with you so early in the morning?"

"Great-grandmother, Zheng Li is gone," the little girl said unhappily.

"Mm, he left, I know."

"Eh? Great-grandmother knew?" The little girl's eyes widened.

Wang Xian'er said as a matter of course, "Naturally. You don't think about what level your great-grandmother is at; how could I not have sensed the movements of a mere Great Spirit Master leaving?"

"Then why didn't you tell me, Great-grandmother!" Wang Xin'er's tone was helpless and tinged with anger.

"About that... Xin'er, you had just returned after experiencing so much, and you were sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart to disturb you."

Wang Xin'er: "...Next time something like this happens, please tell me, Great-grandmother... Wait!"

"A Great Spirit Master?" Wang Xin'er was stunned. "Isn't he a Spirit Master?"

Zheng Li hadn't shown his second spirit ring, so Wang Xin'er wasn't aware of it.

Wang Xian'er shook her head in surprise. "Not at all. Although I don't know why you thought he was a Spirit Master, what I sensed was a level twenty-six Great Spirit Master! His talent is even higher than yours, Xin'er."

Even though Wang Xin'er was level eighteen, she still believed that at ten years old, she would likely surpass Zheng Li's current level.

Just judging by his cultivation speed—she had sensed Zheng Li's cultivation last night—it was very fast...

After hearing this, Wang Xin'er was dumbfounded.

She knew Zheng Li was level twenty, but when did he get a second spirit ring? Oh, right, it must have been a reward from the Valley of Love and Emotion...

But wasn't level twenty-six a bit excessive?

She had wasted so much time thinking Zheng Li was just an ordinary student at Shrek Academy...

"Damn it! You jerk Zheng Li, you should have let me see Sister Xiao Nai before leaving!" Wang Xin'er complained.

Who was Xiao Nai?

Wang Lao was puzzled; she had heard that name yesterday, hadn't she?

"Achoo!"

Zheng Li sneezed, rubbed his nose, and muttered, "That little girl must be cursing me!"

He had left a note and departed at dawn. Why didn't he say goodbye?

Because he was afraid that if he did, the little girl wouldn't let him leave.

Now, though...

Zheng Li looked at the inconspicuous building before him. Above the main entrance hung a sign featuring the pattern of a hammer, with a golden countertop design beneath it.

"Is this the Starlight Auction House? I almost didn't find it..."

"Xiao Li, buy two melee spirit tools."

"Hm? Why?"

Zheng Li was puzzled. They didn't seem to be following a melee path; they were supposed to be mages, right?

"The Light Swords and light shields we condensed with spirit power during our previous battles were too fragile and consumed too much spirit power. Using spirit tools will reduce unnecessary consumption during combat."

"That makes sense." Zheng Li nodded. "Let's take a look. If there's something suitable, we'll buy it."

"Mm, good."

Zheng Li didn't say anything more and walked into the auction house. What met his eyes was a staircase five meters wide, covered in a red carpet, extending downward. There were no greeters waiting outside to guide guests as he had imagined.

After descending about twenty meters, he reached a registration area. Only here did a greeter in a red dress appear, wearing a commercial smile as she asked respectfully, "Guest, are you here to consign items?"

Zheng Li shook his head calmly, took out his Shrek School Badge, and said indifferently, "I am a student from the Spirit Tool Department of Shrek Academy. I would like to buy an engraving knife."

The status of a Shrek Academy student was useful wherever one went.

The greeter glanced at the badge. Her expression didn't change, but she felt more at ease. Having undergone training, she naturally recognized the authenticity of the Shrek School Badge.

"Please follow me, guest."

Led by the greeter, they passed through an ancient wooden door, and the scene changed abruptly. Before his eyes was a magnificent corridor over ten meters wide. The floor was paved with bricks of an unknown material that resembled white jade. Every ten meters on both sides stood a pair of pillars carved with gorgeous patterns of the same material, and the walls were covered in exquisite engravings.

Zheng Li frowned slightly.

"Is something wrong, guest?" The greeter noticed this keenly and asked.

"It's nothing."

Seeing this, the greeter didn't ask further.

They continued forward until they passed a staircase and another doorway, entering a room with a high-tech interior. The room was not large. After entering, the greeter placed both hands on a semi-circular protrusion on the side of the door and injected spirit power, causing the spirit tool lamps in the room to light up instantly.

Zheng Li was stunned for a moment by the sight before him. The room, which had initially appeared empty, now revealed glass-like cabinets. The pristine white walls were also embedded with similar cabinets; the only difference was that they lacked supports, and while each cabinet on the wall was close to the next, they did not appear cramped.

Inside each cabinet lay an engraving knife of various types. A quick glance revealed nearly two hundred of them.

"Guest, this is basically all the engraving knives we have in our Starlight Auction House for you to choose from," the greeter said respectfully.

Basically? Zheng Li shook his head inwardly but said nothing.

He nodded at the greeter and began to select an engraving knife.

The selection process was naturally just for show.

He looked at them one by one. Whenever his gaze lingered slightly on a cabinet, this diligent greeter would immediately step in to provide an explanation.

She made them sound so appealing that even he felt tempted. The knives were all extremely sharp—how else could they engrave such hard materials? Each one could be used as a throwing knife, or even as a slightly longer dagger.

Every time the greeter finished her explanation, a subtle look of disappointment would appear on Zheng Li's face. After looking at a few more, he shook his head and asked, "Do you have any Ranking Engraving Knives?"

The greeter was taken aback by the question, then smiled and replied, "Guest, you are joking. Of the one hundred engraving knives recorded on the Douluo Dalu ranking, two-thirds are in the Sun Moon Empire, and the whereabouts of most of the remaining third are unknown. If a Ranking Engraving Knife were to appear in our Starlight Auction House, it would be auctioned at a top-tier auction."

Maximizing profits, he thought. Zheng Li nodded; this was normal.

"Guest, you might as well..." The greeter stopped abruptly, as if she had thought of something.

"Might as well what?" Zheng Li asked with a smile.

The greeter smiled somewhat awkwardly and said, "I apologize, guest. I just remembered that the Starlight Auction House does indeed have a Ranking Engraving Knife, but there are some issues..."

Zheng Li feigned excitement upon hearing this: "Is that so? May I see it?"

It was likely a Ranking Engraving Knife, as expected.

"Certainly, please wait a moment, guest. That Ranking Engraving Knife was originally an item for an auction tonight and has been stored separately. I will go get it for you now."

"Hm? An auction item?" Zheng Li asked, half-jokingly, "If I buy it, will it affect the auction?"

"You are joking, guest. The auction is merely a means to obtain greater profit. If the price is right, selling it in advance is naturally acceptable."

The greeter spoke respectfully, though in truth, she was worried about Zheng Li's financial situation.

Even though he was a Shrek student, there was no rule stating that all Shrek students were wealthy!

"Rest assured, I have brought plenty of Gold Soul Coins," Zheng Li said with a smile, looking into the greeter's red eyes with a hint of playfulness.

The greeter blushed, said "Please wait a moment, guest," and exited the room.

Zheng Li watched her leave, then turned to look at the various engraving knives in the cabinets and their price tags. He couldn't help but feel tempted, rubbing his chin:

"This Starlight Auction House is really trusting. How about... I just take them all?"

Chapter 62, Two for One Hundred Thousand

"Sorry to keep you waiting, guest."

As the greeter's voice rang out, a graceful figure appeared in Zheng Li's line of sight.

The greeter was quite cute, with a youthful, doll-like face. At this moment, her delicate hands were holding a tray.

The tray was dark gold, carved with exquisite patterns that shimmered under the lights.

However, Zheng Li's gaze did not fall upon the hostess, nor did it land on the tray; instead, it was fixed firmly on the ordinary-looking engraving knife resting within it.

The engraving knife was quite small, about half a foot long and only as thick as a finger. It tapered from bottom to top, ending in a point that looked incredibly sharp, while the base featured a blade about half an inch wide.

It was pitch-black and archaic.

That was the first impression it gave.

But...

The entire knife emanated a faint, chilling aura, and even the hostess handled it with extreme caution, appearing deeply wary of the object.

The hostess began her explanation: "Guests, this engraving knife is the ninety-ninth ranked Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife. You may have heard of it..."

The Spirit-Devouring Fierce Blade was originally called the Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife, but over time, a series of incidents earned it a fearsome reputation.

Starlight Auction House called it the Spirit-Devouring Engraving Knife to make it sound more appealing; otherwise, what would it look like for their own auction item to carry the word "Fierce"?

She conscientiously explained the origins and the drawbacks of the Spirit-Devouring Fierce Blade.

The Spirit-Devouring Fierce Blade was created three thousand years ago by a Rank 9 Soul Master from the Sun Moon Empire, who was also a powerful Evil Soul Master. It was said that not long after creating the blade, he encountered an enemy and was killed.

After the Spirit-Devouring Fierce Blade began to circulate, it passed through many owners. Starlight Auction House had tracked thirty-seven of them; twenty-eight had died miserable deaths, and nine had become Evil Soul Masters!

Because of this, every Soul Master who knew of this knife avoided it like the plague, and those who were previously unaware turned pale after hearing the auction house's introduction.

And so, the Spirit-Devouring Fierce Blade failed to sell time and time again.

After she finished speaking, the hostess keenly noticed that Zheng Li's expression changed the very next moment, and he even took a step back, looking somewhat fearful.