Douluo: A Person in Peerless, Fake God Chapter 43

He took two prepared whole chickens out of his ring and set them over the fire, beginning to roast them with patience. His technique was far more practiced than when he had dismantled the soul guidance devices earlier.

Truly, every trade has its own specialty; this was an area that still required diligent practice.

As for the young man in black, Su Luoheng had tossed him inside the tent. After the initial treatment, his injuries had basically stabilized.

If he couldn't pull through even after all that, then there was nothing to do but offer condolences.

He had already done everything in his power.

"Sizzle—"

Before long, the fragrant roasted meat began to emit a rich, oily aroma that was enough to make anyone's mouth water.

While roasting the chickens, Su Luoheng also began to study his own soul skills.

He had just absorbed the second soul ring from the Blood Flame Bee King when it sought revenge, followed immediately by a flight that lasted until now. He hadn't had a moment to calm down and properly research his soul skills.

Come to think of it, this soul skill was quite peculiar.

With a slight shift of his thoughts, his soul power began to converge in his palm, gradually forming the shape of a long sword.

Before long, with a flash of light, the soul power instantly solidified, and a brand-new Ice Rain Sword appeared in his hand.

After sensing the state of his soul power, Su Luoheng took out the Ice Rain Sword he had forged himself to compare them. In terms of appearance, there were no issues at all, and whether it was the details or the soul guidance arrays, the projected Ice Rain Sword could function just like the real one.

If one didn't say anything, it would be impossible to tell that this projected Ice Rain Sword was condensed from soul power!

"Clang—"

Immediately, he held a sword in each hand and struck them against each other.

The original Ice Rain Sword remained as pristine as before, while the one condensed from soul power showed a tiny nick where they had collided.

"As expected, the grades are different..."

Seeing this, Su Luoheng muttered to himself, lost in thought.

This was the soul skill brought by the Red Gold Bear's thousand-year soul ring.

It couldn't be said to be exactly the same as the ability controlled by the Red Gold Bear; in fact, it had absolutely no connection to it at all.

This was the reason Su Luoheng had been so dazed at the time.

Second Soul Skill: Weapon Projection.

As the name suggests, it uses an existing weapon as a blueprint to construct a real weapon by consuming soul power, which can be used without any abnormalities. The soul power consumed is related to the type and grade of the weapon, but the projected weapon has been tested to be of a lower grade than the genuine article.

Although it had no connection to the Red Gold Bear, it fit perfectly with his first soul skill.

To be more precise, this second soul skill was more like an extension of the first: once Su Luoheng used the Analysis soul skill to leave a mark within the Unlimited Blade Works martial soul, he could project that type of weapon again by consuming only a small amount of soul power. Furthermore, as long as he had enough soul power, there was no limit to the quantity.

Therefore, the best way to use the second soul skill was in combination with the first.

Moreover, it had no time limit; as long as he activated the soul skill to project it, it remained a real weapon.

All in all, the second soul skill was quite excellent.

It could be considered another upgrade to the Analysis of his first soul skill: transforming a blueprint into a physical object.

The forest at night appeared exceptionally quiet.

The bright moonlight from the sky spilled into the simple, makeshift camp.

While Su Luoheng was researching his second soul skill, the corners of the young man in black's eyes inside the tent twitched slightly, and after a struggle, he finally regained consciousness.

Where... is this?

And why am I here?

"..."

He opened his eyes, a look of bewilderment in their depths.

Memories from before he lost consciousness flooded back like a tide, finally freezing on the scene where he had counter-killed the two men before passing out.

He remembered now—he had been ambushed!

So where was this...

Thinking of this, the naturally vigilant young man sat up abruptly.

"Hiss..."

But the next moment, a wave of intense pain surged through his entire body. The young man in black couldn't help but gasp; the sudden movement had pulled at the wound on his abdomen.

His brows were tightly locked, and his forehead was covered in beads of sweat.

The bandage around his waist was once again stained red by the seeping blood.

"Injured so heavily..."

The young man in black muttered to himself with a self-deprecating smile.

At this moment, a thought suddenly struck him, and a flash of panic crossed his expression.

His heart tightened as he abruptly threw off the thin cloth covering him: he was still wearing the same tattered black robe, stained through with blood.

Seeing this, his expression relaxed.

Afterward, he carefully checked himself over once more.

Only after confirming that there were no signs of his person having been tampered with did he finally calm down and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness..."

His taut nerves finally began to loosen.

However, at that very moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from the entrance.

Hearing the noise, the young man in black grew vigilant once again.

"Tap-tap—tap-tap—"

Meanwhile, the light, steady footsteps approached from afar, and soon the curtains on both sides of the tent were pulled back as Su Luoheng, having heard the movement inside, walked in.

He greeted the now-conscious young man in black.

"You really are awake; you recovered quite quickly~"

"You are..."

The young man in black was slightly stunned; the newcomer's appearance felt somewhat familiar.

He had the impression that he had definitely seen him before, but there were too many faces in his memory for him to place this one immediately.

He asked tentatively, "We... we should have met before, right?"

"Candied hawthorn."

"You're that... little brother from that day!"

With that reminder, the young man in black instantly recalled.

"Did you save me?"

"Mm." Su Luoheng nodded with a faint smile, simultaneously pulling out a stick of candied hawthorn. "It was quite a coincidence; I saw you collapsed by the side of the road, so I just happened to save you."

"How are you feeling now? Do you need any help?"

"Thank you, little brother."

The young man smiled with a pale face, then shook his head. "I feel much better now. I still have healing pills on me, so there's no need to worry."

"I'll be right outside. If you need anything, just call out."

Su Luoheng nodded and turned to leave.

However, at the same time, as the young man reached out to retrieve his pills, he suddenly found there was no reaction.

Eh?

Where is my soul tool?

The young man in black lowered his head in confusion, and the next second, he froze in a daze.

His hands were completely bare; the bracelets, rings, and other soul tools he had been wearing had all 'vanished into thin air.' It would be a miracle if he could pull anything out now.

So...

Where did my soul tools go?

Thinking of this, his gaze shifted toward the person who had already reached the entrance.

"Little brother, wait a moment!"

"Hm?"

The young man in black shook his wrist and asked, "Little brother, when you saved me, did you happen to see the soul tools I was wearing?"

"Oh, that... I almost forgot!"

He patted his forehead and said with a straight face, "I was afraid they might have fallen off on the road, so I specifically gathered them up for you. Take a look and see if anything is missing?"

As he spoke, Su Luoheng took out a bundle containing the soul tools.

His clear eyes were filled with sincerity, as if everything were exactly as he said, done entirely for the other's sake.

"Then I really must thank you... little brother~" The young man in black saw through the act but didn't call him out, offering his thanks with a playful, narrow smile.

"It's only right, only right..."

Su Luoheng's smile, however, was slightly awkward.

"..."

"Oh no!"

After a moment of silence, Su Luoheng suddenly exclaimed, tapping his head in annoyance. "The chicken outside is still roasting! You rest here for now; I have to go check on it before it gets burnt!"

Without waiting for the young man to respond, he hurried out of the tent.

Seeing this, a faint, ambiguous curve touched the corner of the young man's mouth: This little guy is quite interesting!

He immediately took out a medicinal pill and began to recover.

Half an hour later.

The campfire in front of the camp was burning fiercely.

The two roasted chickens on the grill were flipped back and forth, the dripping grease sizzling as it hit the flames, releasing a rich and enticing aroma of meat.

Su Luoheng sat before the campfire, focused on turning the chickens.

The fragrance overflowed, drifting through the air.

The young man recovering from his injuries inside the tent naturally smelled the scent of the roasted chicken; stimulated by the aroma, his stomach, which hadn't felt hungry before, began to rumble.

Distracted by this, he no longer had the heart to continue meditating to heal his wounds.

He immediately stopped his recovery, stood up, and walked out of the tent.

Hearing the sound, Su Luoheng turned his head. The young man in black had changed into clean clothes, and his previously pale face had regained a hint of color, though he still looked somewhat weak.

Xu Jinyu

Su Luoheng asked, "How is your recovery?"

"Just about there..."

The young man in black pointed to his lower abdomen and said with a wry smile, "The remaining injuries will just require some quiet rest over time. I forgot to ask earlier, what is your name, little brother?"

"Su Luoheng. And you?"

"My name is Xu Jinyu."