The Matter of Luck?

"Reaching the Soul Saint realm is an insurmountable chasm for a Spirit Master. No matter how monstrous your talent, you can never cross this gap. Prepare to die!"

"Seventh Spirit Ability—Avatar of the Martial Soul!"

Zhao Wuji's power exceeded Qin Chuan's expectations; his terrifying strength was as overwhelming as a ferocious beast.

What put even more pressure on him was that his opponent was a seasoned veteran with ruthless, practiced moves.

Yet, he had also obtained what he came for. Trading blows with a Soul Saint had allowed him to witness the top-tier powerhouses of this world.

To be honest, this Soul Saint was strong.

But compared to Earth Star, the gap was far too wide.

One must remember that he was still only a practitioner of the first realm, and even that realm was not yet perfected.

To be able to contend with the top-tier powerhouses of this world while in such a state showed just how low the power scaling of this world truly was.

However, the only problem was that Soul Saints were not the strongest on Douluo Continent; there were still Spirit Douluos, Titled Douluos, and even the legends of hundred-level gods above them.

For a moment, Qin Chuan was unsure if he should plant the World Seed in this world. If the World Seed were lost, the blow to him would be catastrophic.

The brilliant meteor appeared once more, its divine light blinding. The radiance was like a true sun, causing the hearts of the Shrek group to tighten involuntarily.

Yet, no one noticed Tang San, standing at the very back, smiling sinisterly as he raised the hidden weapon in his hand.

BOOM!

A giant bear, as if cast from gold, appeared as the Martial Soul Avatar. It roared and leaped into the high sky, colliding with the meteor.

In an instant, flames shook the heavens, and a massive mushroom cloud rose, enveloping the entire meadow. Everything in its path was reduced to ashes.

I do not know how much time passed.

Smoke billowed into the clouds, and the scorching heat spread. A figure stumbled out, clothes tattered, coughing violently with blood streaming from the corner of his mouth.

It was Zhao Wuji. It was unbelievable; he had actually been injured by a junior! Although it was nothing serious, he had truly bled, and his hair was singed.

He scanned his surroundings. A giant crater had appeared in the ground, charred black, but there was no sign of Qin Chuan.

He jolted, suddenly looking toward the spot where the Man Faced Demon Spider had been, only to find it empty, with nothing left but some rubble.

"Damn brat!"

Zhao Wuji's voice, filled with extreme rage, echoed through the heavens, ringing out from the devastated meadow with a deafening roar.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

In a lush forest, Qin Chuan leaned against an ancient tree, gasping violently. Blood spilled from his lips, and his insides felt like they were churning; he had been wounded.

The strength of a Soul Saint was unexpected, yet reasonable; it was all because of his unfamiliarity with the powerhouses of this realm.

Fortunately, he now had a rough idea of where he stood.

"And that guy, just you wait. Everything from today, I will pay back tenfold in the future!"

Qin Chuan looked at the hidden weapon in his hand. It was black as ink and stained with a terrifying, deadly poison. If he hadn't been on guard, he would have been in real danger this time.

But the current problem was that the planting of the World Seed would have to be postponed for now; at the very least, he had to wait until he was invincible in this realm before planting it.

Or perhaps, he could use the Random Teleportation Talisman in his system inventory and try his luck again.

In any case, the coordinates of this world had already been locked by the system. Once the World Seed—which was also the Dao Seed for his future sixth realm—was planted, he could shuttle between the two worlds at any time.

Moreover, the teleportation talisman was not just for finding suitable times; in a critical moment, it was also his life-saving charm!

"I'm afraid you won't have that chance."

"Who?"

Qin Chuan was startled and quickly looked around. In the desolate forest, threads of brilliant golden light shone through the gaps in the lush leaves, yet this brought Qin Chuan no warmth at all.

He looked up abruptly.

A disheveled, middle-aged man with a bird's nest of hair came into view.

The man was dressed in an incredibly sloppy manner, with fluffy, nest-like hair and a stubbly beard, looking just like a vagrant.

But Qin Chuan's pupils shrank, and a chill ran down his spine. When had this guy appeared? He hadn't sensed him at all.

"Little San is still too soft-hearted; he doesn't understand that one must cut the weeds and dig up the roots. Because of this, his path ahead will be very difficult."

Soft-hearted?

Qin Chuan was a bit dazed. He had figured it out; this guy seemed to be related to that hypocritical guy named Tang San earlier and must have come to intercept and kill him.

After realizing this, Qin Chuan didn't hold back, mocking, "That such a hypocritical guy has lived to this age, it seems you all deserve the credit. Having to guard him every day, fearing he might be slapped to death by some powerhouse who finds him an eyesore."

Given the strength of those guys earlier, if he hadn't held back, they wouldn't have lasted three minutes.

They wouldn't have even had the chance to wait for that Soul Saint to save them; they would have been dead long ago.

But if he had known, he should have gone for the kill instead of worrying about civilized etiquette.

The middle-aged man's tone faltered. "Sharp-tongued, but that won't change your ending!"

Rich black light bloomed, and an endlessly terrifying aura leaked out. Qin Chuan felt as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast, his entire body turning cold.

"Nine rings, a Titled Douluo!"

Nine dazzling soul rings enveloped the middle-aged man. Qin Chuan felt his heart skip a beat, but he quickly forced himself to remain calm.

If that old man from yesterday hadn't been mistaken, a Titled Douluo was supposedly the strongest existence in this world!

He had just been pondering how much weight a top-tier Titled Douluo actually carried, and to his surprise, one had come knocking on his door this very moment.

Should he call this good luck, or bad?

My luck is truly rotten; I ran into a guy like this the moment I arrived. Qin Chuan's expression grew increasingly grave. During his battle with that Soul Saint just now, he had already used one of his only two ancient arts twice.

Especially in that final clash, he had gone all out in a head-on collision, leaving him with significant injuries. But facing such a formidable enemy now, he could no longer afford to worry about that.

He lunged forward, his body erupting with brilliant beams of light. Without holding anything back, he threw a punch, unleashing six thousand jin of divine power like a crashing mountain or a surging sea.

Titled Douluo had always been the legends of this world.

Even though Qin Chuan was a newcomer, he had already learned quite a bit about these powerhouses, and he dared not be the least bit negligent now.

"Interesting!"

The middle-aged man floated silently in the air, his terrifying aura piercing the heavens and the earth. He lunged toward Qin Chuan's fist like a giant god, only to swat him away with a single hammer-like blow.

Gale winds whistled past his ears as Qin Chuan's body plummeted toward the earth like a cannonball, kicking up endless clouds of dust.

The strength of a Titled Douluo was beyond imagination. Their method of utilizing soul power was far more refined than that of the previous Soul Saint; the two were simply not on the same level—the gap between them was like a vast chasm.

Qin Chuan's white robes were stained with blood, and his breathing was extremely ragged. He stood up from the massive crater, refusing to give up, still searching for an opening.

No matter how strong a Titled Douluo might be, it was impossible for them to be without any flaws, especially since the paths cultivated by practitioners in this world were mostly defective.

Just as a soul master's combat talent was determined not only by their level, but also by the quality of their martial soul and their classification into types like Power Attack, Agility Attack, or Support.