Nether Douluo: Will You Be My Disciple?

Exerting every ounce of his strength.

Dai Yuhao finally managed to lay the white-haired man down on the ground steadily.

Checking for a breath, he discovered that the man was completely dead, though his body still held a trace of warmth, suggesting he had not been gone for long.

Seeing a corpse for the first time, Dai Yuhao felt somewhat unsettled.

"Ugh..."

He knelt on the ground, his stomach churning violently as he vomited a mixture of bile and undigested food scraps.

Once he had finished retching, Dai Yuhao stood up shakily.

He intended to run home quickly, nestle into his mother's gentle embrace, and recount everything to her while she comforted him...

But just as he took a step, he suddenly recalled his mother's teachings:

When a person dies, they must be buried to find peace, otherwise, they cannot be reincarnated...

Dai Yuhao turned back to look at the white-haired man's corpse, clenching his fists as if contemplating something...

A short while later.

His fists gradually relaxed; he picked up a large, flat stone and, finding a patch of soft earth, knelt down to dig a hole.

A long time passed...

As the sun set, Dai Yuhao wiped the sweat from his forehead and tossed the stone several meters away.

A modest pit had appeared before him, not very deep, but just enough for an adult to lie in.

Dai Yuhao let out a long sigh and used his small body to nudge the white-haired man into the pit bit by bit.

This task exhausted him completely.

After resting for a while, Dai Yuhao began filling the pit with soil.

He even prepared a tombstone—a piece of rotting wood, only half the size of a person.

Although it all looked very simple, this was the absolute limit of what Dai Yuhao could do.

He... was spent.

Tomb of the Unknown White-Haired Man

After carving these words crookedly onto the tombstone, Dai Yuhao stood up and slowly continued his walk toward the White Tiger Duke Mansion.

"If I don't go back now, Mother will worry..." he muttered, quickening his pace.

Just then.

An extremely cold and evil power suddenly emerged from the grave mound behind Dai Yuhao.

If Qian Renxue were still here, she would have recognized it at a glance as the divine power of the Rakshasa God.

That unknown power grew increasingly dense, emitting waves of black gas.

Of course, Dai Yuhao did not notice any of this; his stomach was growling, and he only wanted to go home and eat his favorite grilled fish.

Suddenly!

With a "boom."

The grave mound exploded, soil splattering everywhere, and the rotting wooden tombstone flew in front of Dai Yuhao, planting itself firmly into the ground.

Dai Yuhao was startled by the explosion, then looked at the tombstone before him in terror...

Why does this thing look so familiar?

It even has words carved on it...

Isn't this the tombstone I carved?

At the grave site...

Nether Douluo stood up from the pit, his expression dazed.

He clenched his fists, and upon realizing he was still alive, he began to breathe in the air like a madman.

"The item the Supreme Sect Leader gave me actually worked! I'm still alive... it's just a pity... I won't live for much longer!"

Dai Yuhao had long since stopped in his tracks, his face filled with immense panic as he vaguely guessed what was happening.

Rumor had it...

That there was a haunting near Star Luo City!

Even powerful Spirit Douluos had returned in defeat...

My luck couldn't be this bad, could it! I actually ran into a ghost!

"Hey, kid over there."

Nether Douluo addressed Dai Yuhao not far away; he had actually noticed him long ago.

It's over!

It really is a ghost!

Dai Yuhao forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart.

His mother once said that if a ghost calls out to you, you must never look back; just keep walking forward...

Otherwise, the ghost will bewitch your eyes, and then you will be devoured without mercy...

This kind of ghost loves eating children the most...

"Little brat, This Seat is calling you. Are you deaf?" The voice of Nether Douluo came again, this time tinged with irritation.

"I didn't hear anything... I didn't hear a thing..." Dai Yuhao muttered to himself, quickening his pace.

Seeing this, Nether Douluo was slightly stunned: "Am I really that terrifying?"

Although he was an Evil Soul Master who had killed countless people for the sake of cultivation, he still possessed a shred of a bottom line; at the very least, he would not return kindness with malice.

This child had not taken his storage Soul Tool after his death, nor had he desecrated his corpse or checked for the presence of a Soul Bone.

Instead, he had gone to great lengths to bury him, allowing him to rest in peace.

Uh... the truth was that he had used that power and did not have long to live.

Even if he were to harvest more lives, his soul would not benefit in the slightest; in fact, it would only hasten his death...

As the saying goes, the words of one about to die are sincere.

Thinking of this, Nether Douluo's voice became gentler than before, though it still carried a trace of majesty: "Kid, This Seat will not harm you. Come here quickly."

Dai Yuhao had already begun to run at full stride. He could not die here; he had to make Dai Huabin pay the price and let his father know about his mother...

Nether Douluo shook his head, his figure flickering as he appeared behind Dai Yuhao and hoisted the latter up by his collar.

"You... you aren't a ghost?"

Dai Yuhao realized it instantly. His mother had said that ghosts have no physical form, and even when they kill, they follow certain rules; as long as you don't violate them, nothing usually happens.

Nether Douluo scoffed: "There are no ghosts in this world. If there really were ghosts, there wouldn't be so many villains."

"This Seat is an elder of the Holy Spirit... Sect, a level 91 Title Douluo, titled Nether."

Dai Yuhao asked in confusion: "Title Douluo? Is that very strong?"

This was the second time he had heard the term Title Douluo; the first time was just moments ago from the mouth of Dai Hao.

"More than just strong!"

A look of superiority appeared in Nether Douluo's eyes: "A Title Douluo is an expert standing at the pinnacle of the continent, courted by countless people."

So that was it.

Dai Yuhao finally understood why Dai Hao cared so much about that San Pao Douluo who had sent him flying...

It was simply because the other party was a Title Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the continent!

Seeing that Dai Yuhao was no longer agitated, Nether Douluo set him down. Through their recent contact, he discovered that this child seemingly had not yet awakened his Martial Soul.

He took out the black stones used for awakening Martial Souls and a crystal ball from his storage Soul Tool.

"You haven't awakened your Martial Soul yet, have you? How about I help you awaken it?"

Their Holy Spirit Cult often awakened Martial Souls for commoners as well... though that was primarily to replenish the sect's fresh blood...

Dai Yuhao was initially somewhat wary, but the temptation of Martial Soul awakening was simply too great.

Only after awakening his Martial Soul could he become a respected Soul Master.

"Really?"

Nether Douluo did not respond, silently arranging the six black stones into a small formation and signaling for Dai Yuhao to step inside.

After some twists and turns, Dai Yuhao finally stood at the center of the formation.

Nether Douluo began to inject his Soul Power into the black stones.

Dai Yuhao gradually floated into the air, a strange sensation washing over him as if some shackle within his body had been unlocked.

"Your Martial Soul is..."

"A Body Martial Soul! Eyes!!!" Nether Douluo's expression was one of extreme astonishment.

The average person might not know about Body Martial Souls, but could they, as Evil Soul Masters, be considered average?

He continued: "Place your hand on the crystal ball and test your Soul Power first."

Hearing this, Dai Yuhao obediently placed his right hand upon it.

A faint light flashed.

"Innate Soul Power, level one."

Nether Douluo let out a deep sigh, then asked with a firm gaze: "Child, are you willing to become a disciple of This Seat?"

Upon hearing this, Dai Yuhao was completely petrified.