New Form

Jiang Lan stood before the corpse of the Man Faced Demon Spider, watching the purple Soul Ring slowly rise into the night.

At this moment, Jiang Lan was extremely conflicted, torn between whether or not to absorb it.

The main reason was that he wanted to break free from the Gu Master Little Guga form, but he wasn't confident in awakening the Gu Master Little Guga form, which is why he was struggling to resolve the issue.

Jiang Lan had already figured out why she would unlock the Gu Master Little Guga form.

First, recite the poem aloud.

A cold wind blows through the desolate valley, and cicadas Little Guga their way home in spring and autumn.

At the Mountain of Soul-Swept Stone Man, tears flowed; the immortal wandered, the demon headed north.

"Doro, do you think I can absorb this?" Jiang Lan turned to look at the white ball of fluff beside her.

Doro was squatting on a broken tree trunk, slowly peeling an Ju Zi with his little hands.

Hearing Jiang Lan's question, Doro raised his large purple eyes, looked at the Soul Ring, then at Jiang Lan, and calmly took a bite of an Ju Zi: "Didn't you even fight the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King? What's a little spider?"

Jiang Lan thought about it and found it made a lot of sense, so he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and guided the purple Soul Ring into his body.

The whole process was so easy it didn't feel like absorbing Thousand-Year Soul Ring; it was more like eating a slightly hard Ju Zi candy. The purple light flowed around him for a moment before completely merging into his body. His Second Soul Ring was complete.

Jiang Lan opened his eyes, leaped up from the ground, and the hood of his penguin onesie was blown back by the wind, revealing his face full of excitement.

He brushed the fallen leaves off his clothes, stretched his limbs, then put his hands on his hips, looked up at the sky, and laughed three times.

"A cold wind blows in the Valley of Desolation, Little Guga and return home in spring and autumn."

"At the Mountain of Soul-Swept Stone Man's Tears, Immortals Wander, Demons Head North."

"Second Soul Skill, activate it!"

After reciting the poem, Jiang Lan felt incredibly cool.

He activated his second soul, and a dark blue light rose from beneath his feet, carrying an ancient and mysterious aura that enveloped his entire being.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and his figure began to change within the light.

As the light faded, Doro saw Jiang Lan's current appearance and covered his mouth with both hands.

Jiang Lan looked down at himself and found that he was now wearing a long Blue Robe robe, a dark blue belt around his waist, and black cloth boots.

The most outrageous thing was the top of his head. His hair, which was originally messy from being weighed down by the penguin hat, was now tied up high with a blue headband, forming a standard knight-errant high ponytail.

Martial Arts Guga.

This idea popped into Jiang Lan's mind.

Jiang Lan looked down at his attire: Blue Robe robe, a belt around his waist, cloth boots, and a high ponytail. He touched his face; thankfully, it was still his chubby little face, not transformed into anything strange.

"Doro, how do I look?" Jiang Lan spread his arms and spun around, the hem of his cyan robe fluttering with his movements, giving him a truly dashing, chivalrous air.

Doro tilted his head and looked him up and down, then raised his little hand with his thumb up. "Doro!" That translates to—Cool! Much cooler than your golden penguin costume!

Jiang Lan nodded in satisfaction, then closed his eyes to sense the information about the second Soul Skill. After a moment, he opened his eyes, his expression changing from satisfaction to subtle.

"This Soul Skill ... is called 'Martial Arts Master'." Jiang Lan scratched her head, her high ponytail swaying slightly. "Its effect is to transform me into a martial arts master, proficient in all kinds of martial arts moves."

"What move?" Doro asked curiously.

Jiang Lan didn't answer. Instead, he took a deep breath, slightly separated his feet, and pointed forward with two fingers of his right hand, assuming a standard sword initiation stance. His chubby little face was taut, and paired with his Blue Robe and high ponytail, he actually did have a bit of the air of a young swordsman.

"Lightness Skill!" Jiang Lan shouted in a low voice, lightly touching the fallen leaves with his toes, and his whole body leaped up to the canopy of the big tree next to him.

His figure moved nimbly among the branches and leaves, his toes touching the tender branches on the treetops, which only bent slightly before launching him to the next tree.

The night breeze lifted his blue robe, and moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting a glow on him. He looked like a plump blue butterfly dancing in the moonlight.

Doro looked up at him as he flew among the treetops, forgetting all about eating the Ju Zi.

Jiang Lan somersaulted in the treetop and landed in front of Doro. The landing made only a very soft rustling sound, not even disturbing a few fallen leaves on the ground.

Jiang Lan's face was beaming with excitement. "Doro, did you see that?! I can fly! No, this is called 'Lightness Skill '! The ' Lightness Skill Lightness Skill' of walking on water!"

"And another one!" Jiang Lan turned to face a rock about half a person's height, clenched his right fist, and threw a punch with his middle finger knuckle slightly protruding.

The moment the fist landed on the stone, it produced a dull cracking sound, leaving a fist imprint on the stone's surface. Cracks spread outwards from the fist imprint, and then the entire stone shattered into several pieces with a crash.

"This is the Seven Injury Fist! One punch has seven different forces!" Jiang Lan withdrew his fist, blew the stone powder off his knuckles, and struck a pose like a martial arts master.

Unfortunately, Jiang Lan was too young, and coupled with that grandmaster-like expression, it was just plain funny.

Doro glanced at the shattered stone, then at Jiang Lan, and silently took a bite of his Ju Zi: "You used to be able to break stones without using your Soul Skill."

Jiang Lan's masterful expression froze for a moment, then he waved his hand, his Blue Robe sleeve drawing a graceful arc in the air. "That's different! Before, it was brute force; now it's internal energy! The Seven Injury Fist has a specific method to its power; one punch inflicts seven injuries, each different. Those struck may appear outwardly intact, but their internal meridians will be severed. Of course, I didn't use my full strength just now, so the stone can't see the effect."

Doro looked down at the pile of shattered stones and couldn't see anything intact on the outside, but it decided to give Jiang Lan some face and didn't expose him further.

"What other moves do you have?" Doro asked, stuffing the last segment of Ju Zi into his mouth and puffing out his cheeks.

"Of course!" Jiang Lan pulled her hands off the stone, flicked her Blue Robe sleeves, and drew a circle in front of her chest with her two chubby little hands.

The moonlight shone on his taut, fleshy face, and his high ponytail swayed gently in the night breeze, giving him the air of a martial arts master making his debut.

"The next set of palm techniques is called the Guga-Subduing Eighteen Palms!" He drew an arc with both hands in front of his chest, pushing his palms outward, the palm wind whistling through the fallen leaves in the forest.

"First move, Guga Has Regrets!"

With this palm strike, a visible cyan palm print flew out from his palm and slammed into an ancient tree not far away, as thick as a person's embrace.

The tree trunk shuddered violently, and the leaves on the crown fell like rain, leaving a deep handprint on the trunk with wisps of smoke rising from its edges.