"By the way, Young Master, you've just awakened your Martial Soul. How about my sister and I accompany you in your cultivation...?"
At this moment, seated beside Jiang Yan, Qian Renxue seemed to recall something and made the suggestion.
"Of course."
Jiang Yan found it hard to refuse those words, his eyes lighting up.
Cultivation!
That was what every Soul Master ought to do most.
Even if his cultivation had currently reached a bottleneck, the cultivation he gained would not truly vanish. Instead, it would be stored within his body and returned all at once after he broke through.
Though he did not need any beginner's guidance, having two God Rank beings willing to stand guard for him could only be a good thing.
"Then I'll have to trouble you both."
"Young Master is too polite."
"..."
Meanwhile, Jiang Luochuan's smile had never faded in the living room. Despite his age, his face was brimming with radiance today, as though he had found a second spring in life.
Naturally, the old man knew nothing of Jiang Yan's enormous gains. After contacting his former comrade-in-arms, he called his nephew.
"Uncle, you're not joking, are you?"
"Is little Yan'er the first person in East Sea and Aolai City in a hundred years to possess Innate Full Soul Power?"
A stunned middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the call, his disbelief impossible to conceal.
"Oh, Lingli, it isn't that common."
"Innate Full Soul Power is not the peak. My Yan'er will certainly reach the limit in the future. His Martial Soul is a true Dragon King-level one, the highest-ranking dragon type I've ever seen..."
"In any case, these old bones of mine are weaker than you, and I'm not nearly as fast either. Go to Shrek City and report the news while finding the most suitable Soul Spirit for Yan'er."
Jiang Luochuan spoke calmly, smiling as he did so.
"Uncle, you're giving me this opportunity? Your injuries clearly need resources more than I do..."
Jiang Lingli could not help saying from the other end of the call. If things were truly as his uncle said, reporting such talent to headquarters would surely bring immense rewards.
Compared to him, a Titled Douluo, his uncle was the one who needed this opportunity more. His cultivation had been stuck for forty years.
"Enough nonsense. Just go."
"Oh, Tian Xiaowu will be returning from the legion in a couple of days. You haven't seen him in a long time either, so come over and get together. That's all. I'm going to see how Yan'er's cultivation is going."
Jiang Luochuan's tone was stern. With that, he ended the call and headed toward Jiang Yan's room.
"I wonder how Yan'er's cultivation is going. I've already taught him the key points of meditation, so there shouldn't be any problems..."
Arriving outside Jiang Yan's room, he was just about to knock when he noticed that the door was not fully closed. He pushed it open at once, and inside...
"Ah?"
"This is..."
Jiang Luochuan's eyes widened. Following his gaze, what lay before him was a sight he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Nine-colored radiance flickered around Jiang Yan, and the powerful energy within it made even him turn solemn.
Anyone knowledgeable could recognize it at a glance.
This was absolutely not something that could be achieved through talent alone. It required talent, luck, and opportunity alike—Deep Meditation!
Yan'er's very first meditation had reached a realm that ordinary people might never attain in their entire lives: Deep Meditation?
"..."
For a moment, Jiang Luochuan took a deep breath. He pulled out his communicator again, snapped a photo, and called his nephew.
"Lingli, since East Sea isn't far from Aolai anyway, you should come over first."
"Your little nephew... has entered Deep Meditation!"
"..."
Half an hour later.
With his mecha, Jiang Lingli raced to Aolai City at top speed.
After following the old man into Jiang Yan's bedroom and seeing Jiang Yan cultivating, he could not help swallowing.
"Uncle, words are useless now."
"Just wait properly in Aolai. Your nephew... is heading to headquarters right away!"
Jiang Lingli came back to his senses, his tone grave.
There was no desire for achievement in his eyes, only the excitement of discovering a peerless genius.
My nephew Yan'er has the potential to become a god!
"..."
Outside the window, Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue exchanged smiles. After the two men left, they returned to the room and looked at the little fellow before them, their eyes filled with meaning.
Of course, they could not possibly do nothing.
While the Young Master cultivated, they had already used divine power as their foundation to offer their most fervent blessings.
On the path of cultivation, they would naturally help him.
"Douluo Continent no longer has a God Realm. Even the power of a First-Level God cannot be fully displayed. This era truly is... rare."
As she stood guard over Jiang Yan, Bibi Dong closed her eyes to rest. Her spiritual power had already begun silently probing this world.
"The chance to become a god is unlike what the two of us had back then. Xue'er, do you think the Young Master can still accomplish it?"
"Eh? Sister Dong'er, don't underestimate the Young Master. Even without us, he would still be fine."
Qian Renxue smiled and spoke casually.
"As for the strongest person on Douluo Continent right now."
"Don't you find him familiar?"
Her gaze instinctively swept into the distance. A trace of killing intent flashed through her indifferent eyes. There was a golden wheat field there, and within it... a disheveled man.
"Haotian? He's nothing special."
"But that girl... don't you think her aura is somewhat similar to the Young Master's?"
Bibi Dong nodded and smiled lightly, then shifted her attention to a corner of Aolai City, the meaning in her eyes growing even deeper.
"..."
West of the city, in the suburban forest.
A grimy little girl walked and stopped along the way. Seemingly tired, she casually leaned against a tree and sat down, her gaze vacant.
Her face was exceedingly pretty. Although she was dirty at the moment, she still inspired pity and affection. Her eyes, glittering like purple crystals, were especially moving.
Yet those eyes seemed devoid of any emotion. She did not understand what emotion was, either.
She did not know where she had come from, nor did she know where she was going. Yet a thought had always lingered in her heart, telling her that she should head this way to find someone...
At that moment, an aura in the distance drew her attention. Her gaze instinctively turned eastward, and surprise covered her adorable face as a hint of emotion flashed through her purple crystal-like eyes.
"What is that..."
"Such a familiar aura. Could it be..."
"My family?"
The silver-haired girl murmured blankly. For the first time, hope appeared in her confused eyes.
Family.
She did not know why that word had come to mind.
But she knew that if she truly had family, then it had to be the person waiting in the distance for her to find them.
Thinking of this, the girl stood up again and walked through the forest step by step...
Her steps were unsteady and cautious.
Yet she was filled with hope.
"..."
"Lord, Lord—"
"Damn it, where exactly did our lord go after taking human form?!"
At the same time, deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.
Clad in black robes, Di Tian threw back his head and howled. Looking at the place where his lord, the Silver Dragon King, had vanished, he was overcome with grief.
Taking human form...
How could someone disappear after completing their transformation?!
My lord, my lord!
Where exactly did you go?
"Since ancient times, Soul Beasts that took human form have often been deceived and abducted by humans. Our lord, the Silver Dragon King, is the incarnation of the Dragon God. That's impossible. Yes, it must be so..."
Di Tian took a deep breath and consoled himself.
Our lord, the Silver Dragon King, possesses unparalleled wisdom!
Nothing bad will happen!
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world.
Deep within a canyon that pierced the clouds.
Amid a field of golden wheat, a middle-aged man was working with farming tools when he suddenly frowned.
Tang Hao was somewhat baffled. He did not know whether it was an illusion, but he felt as though someone had swept their gaze over him.
This was the first time he had felt such a thing since becoming a god, rising smoothly from an ordinary divine official to the god of the plane.
In today's Douluo world, he controlled the tides.
Could something like this actually happen?
As the noble and rightful master of the Douluo Plane, father of Sea God and Asura God Tang San, who on this land...
Could possibly harm him in the slightest!
"Brother Hao, you sensed it too, didn't you?"
"Something is going to happen on Douluo Continent again."
Not far from Tang Hao, a woman in a blue dress quickly approached. Time had left no trace on her peerlessly beautiful face, and her tender, water-soft features were filled with pure innocence.
She was Ah Yin, Tang San's mother.
"Brother Hao, this doesn't feel like an Abyss invasion. It feels like a genuine influence from the plane itself... Could it be another variable like that Hades Douluo? Is something going to happen again?"
Ah Yin looked at her husband and asked worriedly.
"It shouldn't be. The consciousness of the plane's master completely perished when Ha Luosa appeared."
"The natural consciousness of this Douluo Plane is truly strange. It brought us a little San twenty thousand years ago, Dai Yuhao ten thousand years ago, and now it's doing this again. Does it dream of fighting my Tang Family for authority?"
"It wants to cause trouble again? Wishful thinking!"
Tang Hao shook his head, his face covered in coldness as he sneered.
"I am the god of this plane, enjoying the ultimate status of a Second-Level God. What trouble could possibly come my way? How ridiculous."
When he was young, he had been the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent. Even now that he was old, he still feared no one under heaven.
Besides, the God Realm had now disappeared, and the Abyss invasion was still far away. Below a First-Level God...
He was invincible.
"That's true."
"Besides, we still have the preparations Little San left behind. Even against the Abyssal Sage King, a First-Level God, as long as others wear him down first, we will still have a chance to kill him."
"Douluo Continent."
"Is our foundation."
Ah Yin also relaxed. Although she was still unfamiliar with the origin of Douluo Continent, with Brother Hao, the god of the plane, present, it was still possible to forcibly unleash the power of the plane.
"As long as there aren't two First-Level Gods."
"Our husband and wife fear nothing."
"Ah Yin, I will protect you until the very end."
Tang Hao smiled faintly and spoke gently.
"If one day the two of us truly encounter a danger we cannot resolve, you only need to protect yourself."
"Let him..."
"Step over my body!"
Thinking of one of his son's famous lines, he clicked his tongue and declared, Tang Hao, the number one devoted man in Douluo!
"..."
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