Slaying His Enemies, the Red-Haired Elder

Kill those three beggars, and an opportunity will come my way?

Jiang Yu hesitated for all of 0.0001 seconds before accepting the task.

Those three damned beggars had stolen his food last night and nearly killed him.

Jiang Yu was only human. After what they had done to him, he wanted nothing more than to tear them apart. And he could even get a free opportunity out of it.

Revenge aside, he had to get that opportunity!

Why call them "damned beggars," you ask?

The answer was obvious: he had forgotten where he came from!

First lesson in life: loyalty!

Second lesson: forget where you came from!

From today on, he was no longer that pitiful six-year-old beggar. He was a genius with Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls!

With his talent and background, any top faction on the continent would welcome him. If he cultivated steadily and eventually merged his Martial Souls into the Space-Time Dragon, he had every chance of becoming a Limit Douluo.

As for that business about a God King spying on him... that was a problem for another day. It was too early to worry about it now.

Once the source power of his two Martial Souls had finished washing through his body, Jiang Yu felt stronger than ever before.

His injuries still ached, but he could bear the pain. It no longer hindered his movements.

He got to his feet and headed out of the alley without hesitation. About five minutes later, he reached a street in western Heaven Dou City that was not particularly busy.

Even so, his appearance drew plenty of strange looks from passersby.

To Jiang Yu's relief, the street was remote enough that no patrol soldiers were around.

If they saw a beggar like him out in broad daylight, they would drive him straight out of Heaven Dou City.

Heaven Dou City was the imperial capital, the face of the nation. Its respectable appearance had to be maintained; filthy, reeking beggars could not be allowed to spoil it.

Jiang Yu crossed the street carefully, following the detailed route on the panel before his eyes.

Come to think of it, the panel was a little like the lousy map app from his previous life.

After countless turns, the panel led him into another alley so narrow that only one person could pass through at a time. He walked straight down it for about a hundred meters before the space opened up a little. Not far ahead, three equally ragged figures lay curled up asleep on the cold ground.

They were the three beggars from last night.

It was noon, when beggars dared not go out. The three had wandered around all night, and after robbing Jiang Yu, they had managed to fill their stomachs. Now they were enjoying their soundest sleep in days.

Killing intent filled Jiang Yu's eyes. Light flashed, and a crystal-yellow dagger about a foot and four inches long appeared in his right hand, accompanied by a faint dragon's cry.

In his left hand appeared another dagger, close in length to the Light Dragon Dagger but almost invisible.

It was the space-attributed Shadow Dragon Dagger.

The Light Dragon Dagger and Shadow Dragon Dagger were, in essence, Martial Souls born of the same source. Because of that, they differed from ordinary Twin Martial Souls in many ways and had their own flaws. They could not undergo the kind of transformation where one plus one became greater than two.

But the Light Dragon Dagger and Shadow Dragon Dagger could be used at the same time, something no other Twin Martial Souls could do.

Even a lion used its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Though the three men slept like the dead, Jiang Yu still chose to wield both Martial Souls.

Steeling himself, Jiang Yu pushed off the ground. Two dragon cries sounded with his movement, and in the next instant, he was before the three men. He slashed two throats, one with the Light Dragon Dagger and the other with the Shadow Dragon Dagger.

The searing pain jolted both men awake. But with their throats cut, all they could do was clutch their necks in terror and make hoarse, gurgling sounds.

The noise woke the third man. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was his two companions with blood spurting from their slit throats.

Beside them stood Jiang Yu, his face spattered with blood, his expression hard.

"You... it's you! How could you... how could you have a Martial Soul?"

Jiang Yu was a little surprised that the beggar had recognized his awakened Martial Soul at a glance.

As the man watched his companions collapse and twitch, his eyes widened in terror. He scrambled backward before remembering that the alley was a dead end.

He turned and dropped to his knees with a thud. Yellow liquid seeped from his lower body, and tears and snot streamed down his face. He looked just as Jiang Yu had the night before.

"L-Lord Soul Master, please... please spare my life! I'll do anything to atone for what I did. Please..."

His words stopped abruptly.

His head flew into the air. He saw his own severed neck, then Jiang Yu's indifferent eyes.

"You're not sorry for what you did. You just know you're about to die."

With those cold words, Jiang Yu wiped the blood from his face.

It was his first time killing someone, but he felt neither nauseated nor sick. His heart was simply pounding.

It was not fear. It was exhilaration, perhaps even release.

While he was still in a daze, an aged voice suddenly spoke behind him.

"Boy, you've got some nerve, killing people in the imperial capital."

Jiang Yu shuddered awake and spun around.

An old man with red hair had appeared before the two corpses at some point.

The man looked to be in his sixties or seventies. His face was stern and old-fashioned, its wrinkles as deep as knife cuts. He stood with steady composure, but beneath his wild, flame-like hair, his eyes were exceptionally sharp. A restrained violence lurked in them, as though it might erupt at any moment.

"Who... who are you? When did you get here? Did you see what I just did?"

Jiang Yu sensed a terrifying pressure from the elder, like a volcano about to erupt. Only a high-level Soul Master could possess such an aura.

He immediately realized that this elder was very likely the opportunity the system had mentioned.

So he deliberately played dumb, making himself look flustered and afraid.

Sure enough, once he showed his fear, the elder's expression eased a little.

The elder glanced at the three bodies on the ground, then spoke slowly.

"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is why a beggar like you killed your own kind—and who awakened your Martial Souls?"

The elder's gaze remained fixed on the two daggers in Jiang Yu's hands.

It was the dragon aura emanating from those daggers that had drawn him here. He possessed a dragon-type Martial Soul himself.

As the elder finished speaking, a terrifying pressure descended, forcing Jiang Yu back several steps.

Jiang Yu understood. This was intimidation, a demand for the truth. If he lied... Forget it. If the old man wanted to, he could probably uncover everything about Jiang Yu in no time, whether Jiang Yu told the truth or not.

After steadying himself, Jiang Yu swallowed and spoke.

"They stole my food yesterday and nearly beat me to death. I... I was unconscious all night. When I woke up, I found I could summon these two daggers, and I had a little strength back. So I came to get revenge..."