Casually Drew a God-Tier Soul Ring, Plus a Divine Beast Martial Soul??!

"Grandmaster is right."

"The thing he draws will only ever be a piece of scrap paper."

"No matter how strong that little monster is, his mind is still that of a child who hasn't grown up. He probably thinks our spirit rings are hula hoops from some street performance."

Hearing that, the students all nodded one after another. In their hearts, they all felt Qin Mu's words were far too absurd.

Even if you could pin a Titled Douluo to the ground and beat him up, you still absolutely could not violate common sense and draw a spirit ring out of thin air with a brush.

At the same time, the image on the Sky Screen followed Qin Mu all the way to the back of Crippled Old Village.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled over the village's dirt road, coating all of Crippled Old Village in a warm golden edge.

A few old hens pecked leisurely at insects by the roadside. A few dog barks sounded from time to time. It was a completely peaceful, quiet rural scene.

Qin Mu followed the dirt road and ran with practiced ease to the outside of a fenced courtyard.

A large willow tree was planted in the courtyard.

Beneath the willow, half-reclining on a bamboo lounge chair, was a skinny old man.

The old man's hair was graying, and two wads of torn cotton were stuffed in his ears. He was clearly someone with a hearing problem.

In his hand, he held an ink-dipped brush, gesturing at the empty air as if he were concentrating on drawing something.

Qin Mu pushed open the fence gate and ran in, leaning close to the old man.

"Grandpa Deaf!"

Qin Mu's clear voice rang through the little courtyard. He did not deliberately raise his volume either; he simply spoke openly and naturally.

"Just now, a weird old man came to the village. There were several glowing rings wrapped around his feet."

As Qin Mu spoke, he stretched out his two little hands and gestured around his own feet.

"But those rings were really ugly. Yellowish and purplish."

"I want you to draw me a few pretty ones. They have to be the brightest colors!"

Seeing this, the people of Douluo outside the light screen were instantly stunned.

Then, a roar of laughter erupted across Shrek Academy's training field.

"Oh my god, I'm dying!"

Oscar clutched his stomach and pointed at Qin Mu on the Sky Screen, laughing so hard he could barely stand it.

"That little monster may be strong, but his head doesn't seem to work very well."

"That old man has two huge wads of cotton stuffed in his ears. He's obviously deaf, yet he actually ran over all proper and serious to make demands of a deaf man?"

Ma Hongjun also shook his head repeatedly from the side, his face full of mockery.

"Isn't this just playing music to a cow?"

"I think this Crippled Old Village is just a shelter. There are people with broken legs, people with no lower body, and now there's a deaf man too. He probably can't even hear people talking most of the time, and they still expect him to draw spirit rings? That's pure fantasy."

Dai Mubai folded his arms across his chest, looking as if he were watching a good show.

"That little brat probably saw Senior Dugu Bo's spirit rings and thought they were novel. His childish temper flared up, so he ran home to act spoiled with some disabled elder."

Hearing the students' discussion, Yu Xiaogang also stood with his hands behind his back and nodded slightly.

"The weak always use absurd fantasies to hide their own ignorance."

Yu Xiaogang sighed and spoke in a lofty tone.

"What a sacred existence spirit rings are. How could they possibly be drawn with a broken brush?"

"This child running to a deaf man to ask for spirit rings not only proves that he knows nothing of the basic knowledge of cultivation, it also proves that their entire village is nothing but a group of ignorant fools who only deceive themselves."

As soon as Yu Xiaogang finished speaking, many spirit masters on the Douluo Continent nodded one after another in agreement.

In their eyes, the old man and the child in the image were nothing more than playing house.

However, what happened next on the Sky Screen nearly made them unable to laugh anymore.

They saw that skinny old man, half-reclining on the bamboo chair with torn cotton stuffed in his ears, did not turn his head to look at Qin Mu's mouth at all.

"Glowing rings?"

Grandpa Deaf's hoarse voice rang through the courtyard, his tone carrying a note of disdain.

"People that old poison Pharmacist caught? Nothing but third-rate tricks."

The moment that voice sounded, the people of Douluo outside the light screen were instantly dumbfounded.

"He... he heard him?!"

"Doesn't he have cotton stuffed in his ears?"

"How did he know what that kid said without even turning his head?"

Yu Xiaogang was even more as if he had been struck by lightning, his body swaying sharply.

Just now, he had sworn that the man was a disabled good-for-nothing. In the end, this "deaf man" had not only heard him, his hearing was even sharper than a normal person's!

Inside the Sky Screen, when Qin Mu saw Grandpa Deaf respond to him, he hurriedly moved closer, hugged Grandpa Deaf's arm, and shook it.

"Grandpa Deaf, just draw a few for me! That old man has nine, so I want some too!"

After Qin Mu pestered him like that, Grandpa Deaf had no choice but to put down the brush in his hand.

He reached up, pulled the two wads of ragged cotton from his ears, and tossed them onto the ground.

"Fine, fine, stop shaking me. These old bones of mine are about to fall apart from all that rattling."

After saying that, Grandpa Deaf rose from the bamboo chair and turned back into the inner room.

Before long, he carried out a rather old Sandalwood Box and set it steadily on the stone table in the courtyard.

When he opened the wooden box, several small bowls carved from white jade were arranged neatly inside.

Each bowl held pigment of a different color.

The moment these pigments were exposed to the air, they gave off a strange fluctuation that refreshed the heart and spirit, as if even the surrounding air had grown much thicker.

"What color do you want?"

Grandpa Deaf switched to a fine, soft Wolf Hair Brush, weighed it in his hand, and asked casually.

"I want the reddest one! Red like fire! And the shiny golden kind too!"

Qin Mu shouted excitedly, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Red? Gold? Tacky."

Grandpa Deaf curled his lip, but his hands did not stop moving.

He dipped the Wolf Hair Brush in his hand into the jade bowl filled with bright red pigment and gently dabbed it.

"Stand still. Lift your foot."

Qin Mu obediently raised his right foot.

Grandpa Deaf flicked his wrist.

The brush soaked with red pigment did not land on any paper. Instead, it swept directly through the empty air beneath Qin Mu's foot.

The tip of the brush wandered through the air, leaving behind streak after streak of vivid red lines that held together without dispersing.

The instant the beginning and end connected, a crisp hum rang out through the little courtyard.

Immediately afterward, a ring of light that shone with dazzling red radiance, crystal-clear from end to end, appeared out of thin air. It floated steadily beneath Qin Mu's foot and began to rotate and pulse slowly.

And at the sight of this terrifying scene, the entire Douluo Continent was completely dumbfounded.

Inside Spirit City.

Pope Bibi Dong shot up from her throne. Her towering chest rose and fell violently, and her beautiful eyes stared fixedly at the Sky Screen. For a moment, she even forgot to breathe.

"A red, red spirit ring..."

Bibi Dong's voice was dry and tight.

A hundred thousand years!

On the Douluo Continent, red represented the supreme hundred-thousand-year spirit ring of the spirit master world!

It was a priceless treasure that could only be obtained by hunting a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast of overlord level and surviving a near-certain death.

And now, some wretched old man had actually drawn one by casually dipping a brush in a bit of pigment???

How was that possible!

However, the shock had only just begun.

In the image, after Grandpa Deaf finished drawing one, he seemed to feel it was not symmetrical enough.

The tip of his brush tapped repeatedly, and with a few swift strokes, more lines fell.

Three blood-red rings of light took shape one after another and settled around Qin Mu.

Four red spirit rings!

Four hundred-thousand-year spirit rings!

"Hiss!"

Inside the great hall of Heaven Dou Imperial City, Sword Douluo Chen Xin sucked in a cold breath, and even the hand holding his sword trembled uncontrollably.

As a peak Douluo at rank ninety-six, he had struggled his entire life without even touching the shadow of a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring.

Yet this cowherd boy from a village actually had four hanging beneath his feet!

Just as everyone thought this was already the limit...

Grandpa Deaf rinsed the brush in the basin of clear water beside him, then dipped it into the jade bowl filled with pale golden pigment.

"Think the red's too plain? This old man will add a few gold ones for you. I guarantee they'll be a hundred times grander than that old poison's little rings."

The brush moved like dragons and snakes, and golden light suddenly appeared.

Five pure golden rings of light, radiating a sacred and majestic aura, condensed one after another beneath Qin Mu's feet.

Golden light and red light reflected off each other, illuminating the entire farmhouse courtyard until it looked like an immortal's grotto.

"Splash."

On Shrek Academy's training field, Yu Xiaogang's legs went weak, and he collapsed straight onto the ground.

His mouth hung wide open, his eyes unfocused, his entire body seeming as if every last ounce of strength had been drained from it.

"Golden... god-level soul rings beyond a hundred thousand years..."

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, his brain already completely crashed.

Four hundred-thousand-year rings. Five god-level rings!

A full nine world-destroying soul rings!

Even if the legendary gods themselves descended to the mortal world, they would probably turn and run in terror at the sight of this soul ring configuration.

Inside the Sky Screen, Qin Mu looked at the nine unbelievably flashy halos beneath his feet and clapped his hands in delight.

He tried moving them with a thought.

With a whoosh, the nine halos instantly withdrew into his body, vanishing without a trace.

Qin Mu stamped his foot again.

Buzz!

The nine soul rings, alternating red and gold, popped out neatly once more, pulsing up and down around him.

Especially that invisible aura of majesty they gave off—it was somehow even more intimidating than real soul rings.

"Wow! I can even bring them out and put them away whenever I want! Grandpa Deaf, you're amazing!"

Qin Mu excitedly ran two laps around the courtyard.

Then he stopped, turned to look at Grandpa Deaf, and made a new request.

"Oh right, Grandpa Deaf."

"That weird old man who got dragged away by the giant centipede—when he released these circles, a really big green snake appeared behind him too."

"I want an animal crouching behind me too. The most awe-inspiring kind!"

"One isn't enough. I want four!"

Hearing Qin Mu's request, Tang San outside the light screen was also jealous to the extreme.

What was this brat trying to do???

It was bad enough that his soul rings had been drawn for him, but now he wanted that old man to draw him a martial soul too?

In the ten-thousand-year history of Douluo Continent, twin martial souls were already geniuses rarely seen in a century.

Yet he actually wanted four?

Quadruple martial souls—this was simply a fantasy!

However, when Grandpa Deaf inside the Sky Screen heard Qin Mu's request, not only was he not angry, he laughed instead.

He casually tossed the thin, soft Wolf Hair Brush into a basin of water, then turned and took down a specially made battle brush as thick as a broom from beneath the eaves.

"You want four animals? And awe-inspiring ones too?"

After he said that, Grandpa Deaf threw his head back and laughed, and the aura of a shriveled old man on him was instantly swept away.

Replacing it was the bearing of a grandmaster of painting who looked down upon the world and stood above all creation!

"Good! Today, this old man will paint you the Four Symbols gathered as one!"

With that, Grandpa Deaf lifted the enormous battle brush in one hand and fiercely soaked it full of specially made ink.

Then his eyes flew wide open, sharp light bursting from them as he swung the brush shaft violently at the empty air behind Qin Mu!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Ink flew and splashed through the air, yet not a single drop fell to the ground.

In an instant, a massive phantom, winding and coiling, with a deer's horns and a serpent's body, began taking shape on the left. That was the Azure Dragon of the East!

Immediately afterward, the faint sound of a heaven-shaking tiger roar rang out.

The phantom of a White Tiger, its entire body wreathed in the murderous aura of metal, condensed on the right!

Then, in the south, the Vermilion Bird was reborn in fire, flames surging to the heavens.

In the north, the Black Tortoise, turtle and snake intertwined, stood heavy as a mountain!

Grandpa Deaf's brushstrokes were like a raging storm; every stroke that fell carried terrifying laws that seemed to communicate with heaven and earth.

When the final stroke touched the eye of the Azure Dragon of the East—

"ROAR!!!"

Four terrifying roars rang out at the same time!

Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise!

The phantoms of four primordial divine beasts fully solidified behind Qin Mu.

Their massive bodies intertwined and coiled, releasing a terrifying pressure powerful enough to destroy heaven and earth.

At that moment, countless low-level soul masters were so frightened their legs went weak, and they dropped straight to their knees.

Even those Titled Douluo felt a shudder rising from the depths of their souls.

Martial souls?

This damn thing was four innate martial souls?

And every one of them was a top-tier martial soul on the level of a divine beast!

Yet just then, on Shrek Academy's sports field, Yu Xiaogang suddenly burst out laughing.

The laughter sounded especially abrupt in the quiet surroundings.

He forced himself to stay calm, patted the dust from his clothes, and stood up from the ground.

"Little San, Mubai, look carefully."

Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back and spoke loudly in a tone as if he had seen through everything.

"Everyone, don't be fooled by this cheap trick."

"Martial souls are innate, and soul rings are the condensed energy left after soul beasts die. This is an eternal truth of the Douluo Continent."

"That old man may be an excellent painter, able to make his paintings look alive, and even make them give off a frightening pressure."

"But something drawn is ultimately just a lifeless dead object."

At this point, that lofty confidence appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face once more.

"It's just like a sword molded out of mud."

"No matter how sharp it looks, it can't kill anyone. It can only be used to scare ordinary people."

After hearing Grandmaster's words, Tang San immediately activated Purple Demon Eye and stared fixedly at the Sky Screen for a while.

Then he took a deep breath and nodded in strong agreement.

"Teacher is right."

"I just looked with my eye technique. Although those four divine beasts look lifelike, their essence is still made up of ink and pigment."

"They simply don't have the true sense of power connected by bloodline that we soul masters of the Douluo Continent possess."

Tang San folded his arms across his chest, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"In my view, these four innate martial souls and those nine hundred-thousand-year soul rings are nothing but empty shells that look impressive but are useless."

"Other than being used as decoration to put on airs, they can't display even the slightest bit of real combat ability."

With Yu Xiaogang and Tang San's analysis, everyone at Shrek Academy also let out sighs of relief.

"Man, that scared me."

Ma Hongjun patted his chest and said with a curl of his lip.

"I really thought that kid had produced four god-level martial souls. Turns out they're just glowing posters."

Dai Mubai also gave a cold laugh.

"A paper tiger is still a paper tiger. One poke and it tears. The people of Crippled Old Village really do love deceiving themselves."

It was not just Shrek Academy.

Soon, many experts in Heaven Dou Imperial City and Spirit Hall analyzed it the same way as well.

After all, no one was willing to believe that the thing they had painstakingly cultivated for a lifetime was inferior to a few strokes of ink someone else had casually drawn with a brush.

At the same time, in the Sky Screen, Qin Mu looked at the four majestic primordial divine beasts behind him and excitedly rubbed his little hands together.

He turned his head, looked at Grandpa Deaf, and asked, "Grandpa Deaf, these four big guys you drew look pretty fierce, but can they help me fight?"