Martial Soul Hall Reconstruction System

A Martial Soul branch hall?

This is the era of Douluo II; where would one even find a Martial Soul branch hall? Martial Soul Hall has been gone for ten thousand years.

However, Shen Zhou did not know how to explain this.

Firstly, he could not clearly explain how he knew so much after being gone for such a short time.

Secondly, Martial Soul Hall was the reverse scale of Qian Daoliu. If he said Martial Soul Hall was gone right to his face, he would surely get a beating again.

"This place is not considered backward; the mansion nearby is of an extremely high standard."

"Yet, there are many auras of fallen spirit masters nearby. I truly do not know what the Martial Soul branch hall here is doing."

Qian Daoliu's tone carried a trace of dissatisfaction.

As the Pope of Martial Soul Hall, he would never allow such a thing to happen.

Martial Soul Hall, through generations, inherited the glory of the Angel God and took the protection of the continent as its duty.

And now, for fallen spirit masters to dare to jump in his face was undoubtedly the greatest insult to him.

If not for the fact that he did not understand the current situation, with Qian Daoliu's temper, he would have already slaughtered every single fallen spirit master.

Shen Zhou stood to the side, not saying a word.

He was truly afraid that if Qian Daoliu learned the truth, he would be unable to catch his breath, drop dead, and go meet the King of Hell.

Qian Daoliu was a Peerless Douluo powerhouse; even in this world ten thousand years later, Qian Daoliu would still be a Limit Douluo of this era.

Once he took action, who on the continent could compete with him?

Mu En?

Just a half-crippled old man. If he dared to come out and seek attention, he would be taught the meaning of Angelic glory.

Ye Xishui?

Immortal because of a ninth spirit skill? Qian Daoliu would take her surname if that were true.

As for Long Xiaoyao, the only one who could barely resist Qian Daoliu?

Actually, it would be of no use.

Long Xiaoyao's martial soul, the Dark Sacred Dragon, while not having an evil attribute, was still countered by Qian Daoliu.

Therefore, in this era, unless the sky fell, with Qian Daoliu around, they would not end up in too miserable a state.

Shen Zhou sat on the ground, contemplating future strategies, but Er Ha had already sensed Qian Daoliu's bad temper and immediately jumped over to comfort him.

"Big Brother, don't be angry. You are a Peerless Douluo, you're fierce!"

"I, White Emperor, have been around for so many years, and I have never seen a spirit master as gentlemanly as you."

"Once we get a foothold here, I, your elder, will find you three... no! Ten beautiful little doggies."

"How about that? Is that loyal enough?"

The several elders naturally knew of Er Ha's peculiarity, but this dog-son insisted on giving himself the name White Emperor.

For such a lecherous dog to waste those two words was truly a shame.

"Get lost!"

Qian Daoliu waved his hand in annoyance, slapping Er Ha far away.

In any case, this dog-son had thick skin and flesh; his face was thicker than the city walls of Martial Soul Hall.

"Big Brother, you're fierce!"

Er Ha spun in the air, then landed in an incredibly eye-stinging posture.

Shen Zhou stood to the side, thinking about his future plans.

Since Huo Yuhao's mother was still alive, it meant the plot of the original work had not yet begun.

Thus, everything could still be changed.

He understood the thoughts of Qian Daoliu and the several elder brothers; once they understood this era, they would inevitably rebuild Martial Soul Hall.

Then...

Shen Zhou glanced at the sky.

That Tang God King, who was not even as good as a dog, would inevitably trip them up.

In the worst-case scenario, that guy might just abandon all shame, cross boundaries, and wipe them out; that was not impossible.

"Currently, my first martial soul has all nine spirit rings filled, but my second martial soul, the Heavenly Eye, has yet to have a spirit ring attached. Perhaps I can intercept the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm ahead of time."

Shen Zhou was confident; compared to Huo Yuhao's Spirit Eye martial soul, his own Heavenly Eye was a super martial soul among super martial souls.

As long as he went near the Star Dou Great Forest, he was not afraid that the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm would not take the bait.

"Sigh... in the end, I have to face that Tang God King; it is truly troublesome."

"If this were the timeline of Douluo I, I would have slapped Tang San to death with one palm; it wouldn't be this much trouble."

[Martial Soul Hall Reconstruction System binding in progress... Host detected in Dou Er...]

Shen Zhou twitched the corner of his mouth. Damn it, twenty years, the system had finally arrived.

[Binding complete... This system is dedicated to helping the host rebuild the Martial Soul Hall and defeat the villain Tang San...]

Shen Zhou adjusted his emotions and asked, "Help me rebuild the Martial Soul Hall?"

[That is correct. Every time the host makes someone sincerely recognize the Martial Soul Hall, they will receive corresponding rewards.]

[Newbie mission released: Make one person recognize the Martial Soul Hall from the bottom of their heart. Reward: Academy Construction Card.]

[Academy Construction Card: Can construct an academy out of thin air, covering multiple areas. Subsequent areas can be obtained through future rewards.]

[The interior of the academy will contain: Mimicry Cultivation Grounds, Spirit Pagoda, Soul Tool, Battle Armor, Mecha, and many other areas.]

Shen Zhou gasped; this was simply too monstrous.

Products from the Dou San era, even just one of them, were terrifying existences capable of crushing everything in the current era.

As for how to explain it to Qian Daoliu, that was even simpler.

He just had to say he had received the inheritance of another deity, and that this deity, seeing the Angel God as too pitiful and fearing her legacy would be severed, had specifically sent him to rebuild the Martial Soul Hall.

Listen to that, how pleasant it sounded.

As for making someone recognize the Martial Soul Hall from the bottom of their heart, Huo Yuhao was the easiest target.

Right now, he lacked love, money, soul rings, and resources.

He wasn't an ingrate like Tang San; the simplest way was to heal Huo Yun'er.

As for Huo Yun'er being terminally ill?

That was even simpler.

Qian Daoliu was the spokesperson for the Angel God; healing the sick and saving lives was a trivial matter for him.

While Shen Zhou was deep in thought, the sound of cursing continued outside the door.

Judging by the voices, it was the few Elders who had just returned.

"Big Brother, it's bizarre! The people here don't even know the Martial Soul Hall exists."

"Indeed, I asked several groups of people, and none of them have heard of it."

"Logically speaking, the branch halls of the Martial Soul Hall should reach even the most remote villages. This place is quite prosperous; there's no reason they wouldn't know."

"They only say this is the Star Luo Empire, the territory of some White Tiger Duke Mansion."

Golden Crocodile Douluo was incredibly frustrated.

Qian Daoliu opened his eyes, a trace of doubt in his gaze.

"Are you certain? The mansion nearby is called the White Tiger Duke Mansion?"

"Absolutely certain. I even stole... borrowed their sign."

Guangling Douluo felt a bit guilty as he threw the plaque engraved with the large characters "White Tiger Duke Mansion" onto the ground.

"This is strange. Star Luo Empire, White Tiger—everything sounds quite reasonable."

Qian Daoliu muttered to himself.

"But we are all clear on the history of the Star Luo Empire. Since its founding, the royal family has always been the same, and the royal succession has always been about fratricide."

"Where would there be room for a White Tiger Duke Mansion?"

Shen Zhou, standing to the side, spoke up at the right moment.

"Ahem, brothers, I've managed to find out most of it."

"Oh? Xiao Ba, you were the first to return. I didn't expect you to know more than us. Tell us quickly."

Guangling Douluo pressed down on Er Ha, ignoring the latter's eye-rolling, and sat on its back, riding Er Ha over to stand in front of Shen Zhou.

"Fifth Brother, don't you know that riding a dog ruins your pants? Get off this lord at once!"

Guangling Douluo turned a deaf ear.

"Ahem..."

Shen Zhou gathered his thoughts, his first sentence earth-shattering.

"Actually, in this era, the Martial Soul Hall has already..."

"Been destroyed for many years..."