Soul Master Survival, Officially Underway

"What's so strange about that? The fate of the Soul Beasts rests on your shoulders. It's not like I could kill them."

The two Soul Masters: trembling in fear (sweating!)

Seeing Fang Le's somewhat puzzled expression, Di Tian spoke as though it were only natural.

That was true enough, but the force Di Tian used while petting the cat clearly showed that his words did not match his heart.

As the Beast God, those Soul Beasts were all his subjects!

As for the fact that he ate Soul Beasts too, well, that was another matter. The strong devouring the weak was the law of nature.

There was no need to say more about his double standards. It was an old Douluo tradition.

"Mm... that's good, then."

Fang Le swallowed the roasted meat in his mouth and answered after a sluggish pause.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he continued attacking the roasted meat in his hands.

In this world, aside from Old Jack of Holy Soul Village and the villagers who had helped him, Shi You, his angel investor, was the only one Fang Le cared about.

So long as no one harmed those he cared about or got in the way of him having fun, it was fine.

Everything else, whether it was the conflict between humans and Soul Beasts or wars between empires—

Fang Le had only one response: Heh heh! Not interested.

Besides, he had just woken up. Fang Le did not want to say another word right now.

As his words fell, the clearing sank into a long silence once more.

Only the burning campfire continued to crackle.

"Fang Le, Fang Le, let me have a bite too! I've barely ever eaten cooked food!"

Before the chilly atmosphere could spread, however, it was dispelled by the Auspicious Beast's energetic shouting.

Breaking free from her old father's embrace,

the Three-Eyed Golden Lion darted over to Fang Le's side and coquettishly said,

"Take small bites. I'm still hungry!"

Looking at the adorable Auspicious Beast beside him, Fang Le moved his little hand aside and brought the more-than-half-remaining roasted meat to her mouth, speaking with a pained expression.

"Could I have just a little too? Just a little. I've finished all my rations."

At the same time, Jiang Nannan, who had kept watch beside Fang Le all night, clutched her stomach and tugged at the corner of his clothes with a pitiful look.

"Just a little..."

"Brother Fang Le is the best! Mwah!"

"I want a kiss too! Mwa..."

Fortunately, Soul Beasts liked taking big bites of meat, so the skewers were large enough.

Thus, the three little ones each took a bite and ate to their hearts' content.

They did not notice at all that there was still plenty of identical roasted meat beside the campfire.

What a peaceful scene.

But across from the campfire was an entirely different scene.

Only Di Tian, the old father, watched this sight with his mentality utterly shattered.

The aura erupting from his side nearly frightened the two Soul Masters beside him into fainting.

Hiss... hoo... inhale... exhale... inhale!

After a series of deep breaths, Di Tian finally forced down the flames that were about to erupt.

"Kid Fang, you should have completed your second trial, right? What ability did you unlock?"

The topic change was extremely stiff, even somewhat abrupt.

But Di Tian felt that if he did not change the subject, he would not be able to stop himself from beating the brat before him.

"Mmm... haaah! Ah! Haaah! I'm alive again!"

Fang Le swallowed the last piece of meat in his mouth, then stood up and stretched while yawning repeatedly.

"Uncle Long! It's not like I'm saying this for no reason, but don't lose your temper so easily. It's bad for your health.

Hurry and put away that aura of yours. Look how badly you scared those two little friends over there."

With a punchable tone, Fang Le had indeed come back to life again.

He walked over to Di Tian, patted him on the shoulder, and pointed at the two terrified Soul Masters nearby as he teased him.

"Hmph! Don't call me Uncle Long. We're not that close! And I always feel like you're calling someone else through me!"

Di Tian snorted and turned his head away, speaking with a tsundere expression.

Tsk, tsk, tsk! As expected of an eighty-hundred-thousand-year-old repressed old tsundere.

"Uncle Long! That guy was a superman! But I wonder when I'll get to say Holy Lord's famous line. I'm short of all kinds of random stuff!"

Facing the tsundere Di Tian, Fang Le helplessly shook his head. As he tested his new ability, his thoughts continued wandering.

"Thud."

Amid a dull sound, a workbench one meter on each side, decorated with peculiar markings, appeared before Fang Le.

"Woohoo! The God of Creation has reclaimed his authority of creation!

Not much power has returned, but it's enough! Minecraft Soul Master Survival, officially setting off!"

Strange words, strange movements, strange tools.

Everyone present, human and beast alike, was left dumbfounded.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Ignoring the crowd, stunned by his handsomeness,

Fang Le placed materials onto the workbench amid a string of crisp placement sounds.

He began his first crafting session since arriving on the Douluo Continent.

Wooden Planks

Wooden Planks ==> Wooden Sword

Sticks

As the progress bar filled, a flash of white light appeared (it did not), and just like that,

a Wooden Sword abruptly appeared in Fang Le's hand.

The ancient-looking Wooden Sword was brownish-black, roughly as long as Fang Le's arm.

No matter how one looked at it, it resembled a child's toy.

Yet from that toy-like Wooden Sword, everyone inexplicably sensed a sharp aura.

That was right! It was definitely a divine weapon capable of slicing through hair!

"What? I didn't sense any Soul Power activity at all! How did it appear? Why was it just a Wooden Sword?"

Di Tian, who had watched Fang Le's crafting process closely, could not help crying out in shock.

He had been staring at Fang Le's movements the entire time without even blinking.

He had even used his spiritual power.

Yet even so, he could not understand at all how two wooden planks and a stick had suddenly become a Wooden Sword—maybe?

Where was the crafting process? What power had been used? And why had the Wooden Sword appeared directly in Fang Le's hand?

He did not know! He knew absolutely nothing!

Everything was unknown.

"Swish!"

"What are you doing?!"

For someone lost in thought, the best way to wake them up was undoubtedly a resounding slap across the face.

Fang Le did not go that far, but with one strike of the Wooden Sword, Di Tian, who was still spacing out, staggered violently.

"So? Now that you've experienced it firsthand, this Wooden Sword's pretty good, right? With it, I'll only need two hundred thousand swings to chop you to death!!"

With Fang Le's current expression, he was completely a brat begging to be smacked.

But no one present cared about that right now.

All of them were drawn to the Wooden Sword in his hand.

"So? What are you going to do next? Will you return to Star Dou Forest with us to cultivate,

or would you like me to act as your guardian and accompany you into the human world to cultivate?"

By now, Di Tian no longer had the slightest doubt about Fang Le's future potential.

Although he did not know what use the so-called creation ability from Fang Le's second trial had, and Fang Le himself had not explained it, but...

Di Tian was certain that the little brat before him would definitely become the most powerful monster in this world in the future.

Would he become that sliver of hope for the Soul Beasts?

Thus, Di Tian no longer put on the airs of some so-called expert.

Building a good relationship with Fang Le was now the most important task.

After countless thoughts and countless ideas,

the astonishing wisdom of the Dragon God Guard finally made the little lightbulb atop Di Tian's head, long since rusted over, flash once.

That was it.

There were many ways to build a closer relationship, but they all revolved around one word: investment.

And for a powerful figure who had yet to grow,

what could bring them closer than becoming Fang Le's guardian in his early years?

When the time came, he could provide cultivation resources and save him from danger a few more times. Wouldn't Fang Le's favorability rise like crazy?

So this investment, aside from a certain Third, was guaranteed not to lose money!!

In the blink of an eye, Di Tian made his decision.

If I do not enter hell, who will?

Being a guardian was a tough job, but it was fine. Di Tian would bear this hardship himself!

"What am I doing next? Mm! I have a dream!"