"Everyone, watch closely! A man stewing himself in an iron pot!"
After delivering that startling line,
he leaped into the air and plunged into the pot!
Soul Power surged, and the iron pot floated into midair. A ball of orange flame sprang to life beneath it.
The flames licked fiercely at the bottom of the pot. The water inside soon boiled, bubbling and steaming!
Yet the chubby middle-aged Soul Master was bathing in the pot, even leisurely humming a tune.
One of his companions took out some potatoes he'd prepared earlier and tossed them into the pot to boil along with him!
The crowd burst into laughter and applause, cheering him on!
Xiao Wu's little mouth hung open in surprise. She'd always thought Soul Masters were all about fighting.
Like in a game, where every skill point had to be invested in increasing your combat strength.
Could this... be a way to increase fire resistance? Was that even useful?
Xiao Wu couldn't make sense of it.
Chu Men, meanwhile, was absorbed in the show. The whole point of visiting the night market was to see something new and broaden your horizons.
The dandelion act earlier had been all looks, but this iron-pot Soul Master had real skills.
Splitting his attention while tempering his body—his method wasn't especially profound, but it was a path all the same.
The middle-aged man's forehead was beaded with sweat, but he still looked completely at ease. Chu Men clapped along with the audience and cheered!
The viewers in the livestream were just as amazed.
[Bathing in a pot of boiling oil? That's Yangli Immortal!]
[Is he immune to high temperatures, or is there some kind of mechanism at work? Tsk, tsk, the real masters are always among the common folk!]
[Holy crap, he's really stewing himself! What a madman!]
[Quick question: are the potatoes done yet? Save me a bite!]
[Damn! That comment above is even more of a bloodthirsty lunatic.]
The third performer was a tall, thin young man. His Martial Soul was a battered old broom.
As soon as he took the stage, the crowd around him grew noticeably larger, and the cheers were several times louder than before.
It was clear that the pale young man was well-known.
With a crowd like that, he could certainly be called a star of the night market.
The young man's third Soul Ring flashed, and a layer of purple light immediately coated his broom Martial Soul.
He climbed aboard and flew back and forth above the stage, twisting upside down and performing all sorts of difficult stunts.
He spun, dove, and even flipped head over heels.
A streak of purple light trailed from the broom's tail, dazzling to behold.
From a distance, he looked like a shooting star that could change direction.
[Is that... Harry's flying broomstick?]
[This guy would've been a top-notch Quidditch player. What a shame he was born in the Douluo World!]
[A Soul Elder can fly through the air, and with a tool Martial Soul that has nothing to do with flight. His future is limitless!]
This time, Xiao Wu stared in amazement, tugging and shaking Chu Men's sleeve.
"Look! It can fly, it really can!"
Chu Men watched Xiao Wu speechlessly. He wanted to tell her, I can fly too, little girl.
Xiao Wu immediately asked, "Can your big white wings fly too?"
"I... I suppose so!"
"I want to fly too! I want to fly!"
"All right, all right. When the sky clears up tomorrow, we'll find a place outside the city and I'll take you flying. Happy now?"
Chu Men was slowly beginning to understand the hardships of raising a child.
What else could he do with the little white rabbit he'd raised himself?
Spoil her, of course.
[So jealous! So sweet! He spoils her so much!]
[Brother Chu, I want to fly too! Waaaah, I want to fly too!]
[Confucius once said (shaking his head sagely): spoiling a child is the same as killing them...]
The next performer was an old man with a goatee. His Martial Soul was—a lump of white dough.
The edible kind!
The crowd cried out in surprise. "It's Old Man Dough! He's a food-type Soul Elder, and the pastries from his shop are a specialty of Heaven Dou City!"
On the stage, which was draped in red cloth,
Old Man Dough casually picked up a lump of dough. His fingers danced, and in the blink of an eye, he molded it into a lifelike Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.
Chu Men watched, stunned.
And that wasn't all. Old Man Dough blew on the dough, and it instantly swelled into a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
It had no color, but its lines and expression were lifelike, even giving off a hint of domineering majesty!
The dough changed again, becoming a White Tiger, a Fire Leopard, and a Precious Sword. At last, it even turned into a Diamond Mammoth!
Chu Men was hungry just watching.
The crowd around them murmured among themselves.
"Old Man Dough's skills have improved again!"
"The Seven Great Sects... why is the Clear Sky Sect missing?"
"Please, the Clear Sky Sect? The Clear Sky Douluo is wanted by the authorities..."
The livestream viewers were equally astonished.
[This old man's got some real chops!]
[A folk artist! Look at the figures he's molding from dough—this is damn incredible!]
[Well, I guess the Clear Sky Sect doesn't deserve to be here, huh?]
Watching the performance, Chu Men quietly swallowed and found his gaze drifting toward the nearby stalls.
"Candied hawthorns?"
Chu Men's eyes lit up. He set down a Gold Soul Coin, then brought Xiao Wu over to a candied-fruit stall.
"Old sir, we'll have a few skewers of candied hawthorns!"
With the sideshow going on nearby, the stalls in the area were doing a roaring trade!
Dozens of wooden poles stood at the stall, laden with all sorts of candied-fruit skewers in every color, their sugary coatings glistening like glass!
The vendor was a white-haired old man. He held a long wooden spoon and stirred the syrup in a pot.
The syrup had turned amber and gave off a rich, caramel aroma.
"Sir, the ones on the left are five Copper Soul Coins each. The ones on the right are ten."
As Chu Men tried to figure out the difference between them, Xiao Wu was already skipping over to the right-hand side.
"Blue Silver Fruit, White Spirit Fruit, Green Bamboo Fruit—I want all of them!"
As a little white rabbit who'd once been a top-tier ruler of the Star Dou Great Forest, Xiao Wu knew these fruits well.
There were few things in a Soul Beast forest she didn't know about.
So she went straight for the three tastiest fruits!
When the vendor saw Chu Men nod, he deftly plucked three skewers and placed them in Xiao Wu's hands.
"Here you go, young lady. Enjoy!"
Xiao Wu took them with a sweet smile, then eagerly stuffed one into her mouth.
She bit through the Blue Silver Fruit's glistening sugar shell. The sweet-and-sour juice inside flowed into the little rabbit's cherry-red mouth, carrying a faint grassy fragrance.
The little girl was so happy her eyes narrowed into crescents!
Chu Men and the livestream viewers spotted some familiar fruits on the pole to the left, marked "five Copper Soul Coins."
Right at the front were hawthorns!
[As expected of our great hawthorn! Whether on the Blue Planet or in another world, it rules the candied-fruit scene!]
[Wild dates, chestnuts, Chinese yams—the Douluo World really feels down-to-earth!]
[I'm more interested in how life evolved in the Douluo World!]
After eating three Blue Silver Fruits, Xiao Wu handed the rest to Chu Men, then hurriedly bit into a White Spirit Fruit.
Chu Men stared at the half-skewer in his hand, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
He pretended to wipe it off in disgust before taking a bite, earning an affectionate pout and protest from Xiao Wu.
White Spirit Fruit grew on the plant-type Soul Beast known as the White Spirit Tree. These trees rarely lived to a hundred years, and many noble estates cultivated them.
White Spirit Fruits were a little larger than Blue Silver Fruits, with a softer, more tender texture and a sweeter taste.
Xiao Wu ate quickly. Soon, a ring of sugar crumbs clung to her mouth, making it look as though she'd grown a white mustache.
Chu Men could only take out his handkerchief again and wipe the corners of her mouth.
"Slow down. No one's going to steal it from you."
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