When I Become a Limit Douluo, Great Scholars Will Naturally Argue the Classics for Me

Hearing Zhen Hua's words, Qian Renxue felt somewhat awkward. She did not know what to say.

What exactly was her current position? Even she could not explain it clearly.

Fortunately, Zhen Hua did not pursue the subject.

After all, Zhen Hua understood Yin Hongye's situation better than anyone.

The four entered the elevator one after another. The doors closed, and the floor numbers began to climb.

As the president of the Blacksmith Association, Zhen Hua naturally stocked his private cafeteria with only the finest ingredients. Blacksmithing consumed an enormous amount of one's essence, energy, and spirit, and this was even truer for Zhen Hua as a Divine Blacksmith. When it came to food, few people on the entire continent could rival his standards.

Moreover, he possessed one quality that set him apart from other powerhouses.

He was rich. Rich. Filthy rich!

In this regard, Yin Hongye was Zhen Hua's complete opposite. One was the continent's greatest debtor, while the other was its richest man.

Of course, Yin Hongye had never intended to repay his debts. Once he was strong enough, he would solve the debt problem at its source.

He had borrowed it through his own ability, so why should he pay it back?

Soon, the four arrived at Zhen Hua's private cafeteria. It was not large, only around twenty square meters, with a round table and simple furnishings. It looked plain and unadorned.

Mu Ye headed straight into the kitchen. "Kid, wait here. We're having a feast today."

Yin Hongye pulled out a chair and sat down without speaking or refusing. This was the greatest chef in The Legend of the Dragon King. Naturally, he would have to come mooch meals every day.

Today's star ingredient was laid out on the stove.

It was a section of thousand-year Earth Dragon tendon, as thick as an adult's wrist. Its surface held a faint amber sheen, and it had been cut into evenly sized chunks. Under the lights, each piece appeared translucent, like resin.

With Soul Beast resources so scarce now, this was not something money alone could buy.

More than that, it represented status and standing.

A layer of Moonlight Rice steamed in the pot beside it. This rice was produced in the bitterly cold lands of the Far North and could only be harvested once every three years, with an extremely limited yield. The grains were shaped like crescent moons and emitted a faint silver glow. Their fragrance was crisp and pure, their taste sweet. Paired with braised thousand-year Earth Dragon tendon, it could no longer simply be described as delicious.

"Try it." Mu Ye untied his apron, slapped a pair of chopsticks onto the table, then leaned against the kitchen doorframe and waited to see their reactions.

Yin Hongye picked up a piece of Earth Dragon tendon and examined it against the light.

"This is good stuff." He put the tendon into his mouth, chewed twice, then continued, "Now that the Star Dou Forest only has one core region left, getting hold of it is still quite difficult."

Zhen Hua ladled himself a bowl of soup, blew aside the oil floating on the surface, and took a sip. "It did take some time. But it was not particularly difficult."

For him, a Divine Blacksmith obtaining a few ingredients was indeed only a matter of time.

Someone would always find a way to send them over.

Beyond the Heavenly Screen.

Deep within the Star Dou Forest, the waters of the Lake of Life suddenly rippled without a sound.

At the bottom of the lake, a pair of golden eyes snapped open. Vertical pupils, cold and icy, like burning gold coins embedded in the darkness.

Every Soul Beast in the Star Dou Forest received the same instinctive warning at once: do not move, do not make a sound.

What did he mean, the Star Dou Forest only had one core region left?

Di Tian slowly rose from the bottom of the lake. Droplets rolled down his black scales, striking the surface one by one with crisp sounds like ice being tapped.

The killing intent in his eyes was so dense it seemed ready to drip out. Violent fury churned within his golden pupils.

He raised his head and stared at the Heavenly Screen. "It seems these events of the future are very important to us."

"Demon Spirit, kill every human Soul Master who enters the Star Dou Forest. Show no mercy. Stop humanity from growing!"

Di Tian did not care what this era was like. As long as humans entered the Star Dou Forest, it was perfectly justified for him to kill them.

Other than Limit Douluos, who in this world could withstand his power?

Since he did not know what was happening, he would deal with the human Soul Masters.

Demon Spirit did not ask why. His figure flashed, and he vanished into the depths of the forest.

The next moment, the Star Dou Forest came alive.

The entire forest was like an ancient beast that had slept for ten thousand years suddenly opening its eyes. Countless wings beat in unison high within the canopy, producing a droning hum. Low growls rose one after another from the underbrush. Something churned beneath the ground, pushing the soil upward before it sank again.

Wherever the sky was obscured by branches and leaves, flocks of flying Soul Beasts began circling overhead, the sound of their wings slicing through the air joining into a single roar.

Most terrifyingly, they had stopped tearing each other apart. Ten-thousand-year Soul Beasts no longer hunted thousand-year Soul Beasts. Carnivores no longer chased herbivores. At that very moment, the blood carrying their hunting instincts was suppressed by a higher command.

The Soul Beasts of the entire forest were like an army commanded by a single general, their blades turning in unison toward the same target.

Humans.

The soul-hunting teams in the outer regions were the first to sense that something was wrong. One team of six was surrounding a thousand-year Mandala Snake. Just as they were about to succeed, the sound of leaves being crushed suddenly came from every direction.

It was not one sound or two, but countless sounds surging toward them from all sides at once. Before they could even run thirty steps, they were swallowed by the beast tide. Their screams did not travel far before being drowned out by countless roars.

At the same time, the same thing happened at every entrance to the Star Dou Forest. When human Soul Masters stepped within the forest's borders, they were no longer met with random attacks from Soul Beasts.

They faced organized, premeditated slaughter.

In an instant, the difficulty of hunting Soul Beasts across the Douluo Continent rose by an entire level.

Di Tian stood at the center of the Lake of Life with his eyes closed. His spiritual power was immense, and the entire forest lay within his spiritual world.

"If I kill all you human Soul Masters, I can curb the growth of human Soul Masters."

Within the Heavenly Screen, Yin Hongye's lunch ended in silence.

Mu Ye gathered the bowls and chopsticks with practiced ease. "I'm heading out for a few days to find some ingredients. This trip will take me far away."

Zhen Hua nodded and said nothing more. He knew that certain ingredients could only be obtained by a Four-Word Battle Armor Master like Mu Ye.

"The Divine Blacksmith's protection is in your hands for the next few days." Mu Ye walked to the door and glanced back at Yin Hongye.

"Your fierce reputation is known far and wide. No one should dare come looking for trouble."

"What do you mean, a fierce reputation? Everyone knows I'm the kindest person around. What I'm best at is delivering souls from suffering."

Yin Hongye was speechless. Those bad reputations were all slander. When I become a Limit Douluo, great scholars will naturally argue the classics for me.

Mu Ye glanced at Qian Renxue again. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he merely waved, pushed open the door, and left.

"You can stay at the association for the next few days," Zhen Hua said. "There are guest rooms in the building. The conditions are decent. The Holy Spirit Cult will probably send more Evil Soul Masters to assassinate me."

"I know. Four-Word Battle Armor has dealt a heavy blow to the Holy Spirit Cult. The Federation originally had more high-level combat power than the Holy Spirit Cult anyway."

Yin Hongye's voice was calm. He did not care much about this matter. As long as Ghost Emperor did not personally make a move, he was certain of victory.

Unfortunately, Ghost Emperor truly did come, intending to nip Zhen Hua in the bud.

After twenty thousand years, Qian Daoliu would once again see a Fallen Soul Master who was a Limit Douluo through the Heavenly Screen.