I Pick Up Fragments in Douluo Continent

My Soul Power was already over level forty. Even injured, could I really lose to a mere two-ring Soul Grandmaster?

Let's see whether your final hammer strike knocked me down first, or whether the recoil force sent you flying to your death!

Launch Announcement

After discussing it with my editor, this book was scheduled to launch at midnight on December 6th.

Thank you all for your support during the new book period. This book had performed far better than I expected. There was a stretch in the middle where I padded the plot, and the follow-up readership plummeted. I could cry, T-T.

Updates would probably be around eight in the morning from now on, with two or three chapters a day. The author wrote part-time, so extra chapters would depend on whether there was time to stockpile more drafts over the weekend.

If you had any questions, feel free to leave a comment. I read every single one. In such a huge reader community, there wasn't even one bad review, (-﹏-`;)

(P.S.: Don't stir up trouble. I'll step in.)

Finally, shamelessly asking for first-day subscriptions.

From a flop author.

December 5, 2024.

Under Review

I only pinched it once!

Under Review Again

I'll see later if it can be released.

I stand firmly against gambling and drugs!

Sick, Taking Tomorrow Off, Owe Two Chapters

Maybe I tested positive again. I had no strength anywhere in my body.

Taking a Day Off

Something came up at home, so I was taking a day off.

Suotuo City

By the stone where the Thousand Night Fruit had grown, there was now no trace of vines left.

The enormous crater was over five meters across. Its walls were charred black, and even the rocks and soil had been scorched out of shape.

"The same tiger-head tattoo?"

Lu Feng turned over the other Soul Ancestor's corpse and discovered a clue on his chest.

"Either these two belonged to a major faction, or they were professional Spirit Master assassins."

"What could possibly make these major factions care about me?"

"Could it be the Black Pheasant Mercenary Group?"

They were the first ones Lu Feng thought of.

Over the past year, the Mercenary Group had sent people to recruit Lu Feng several times, but he had turned them down every time.

As the local tyrants of the Soul Hunting Market, the Mercenary Group did not need any reason to deal with a mere kid.

"But isn't the Black Pheasant Mercenary Group's totem a chicken?"

"Surely they wouldn't need to hire outside help just to deal with a 'Support Spirit Master,' right?" Lu Feng shook his head and ruled them out.

"Could it be that brat Yu Tianheng?" Lu Feng rubbed his chin as he pondered.

"When we parted, Yu Tianheng looked so excited. It couldn't have been because he needed to take a dump, could it?"

"Dai Mubai is also highly suspicious. Although he lost the Star Luo Empire's support after becoming a fugitive, gathering two Soul Ancestor experts should still be effortless for him."

"Hmph. Since I can't find the reason, I'll settle the score with them one by one!"

Lu Feng snorted and removed the ring from the scar-faced Spirit Master's hand.

He sent his Soul Power into it. The space inside was not large, only three cubic meters, but it was piled with quite a few cultivation resources. Gold Soul Coins were the most ordinary items inside, yet there were over two thousand of them.

"Sure enough, murder and robbery are the way of survival for us Soul Hall people. Heh heh heh!"

Looking at the Spirit Master's muscular body, Lu Feng's eyelid twitched involuntarily.

The man's arm was as thick as Lu Feng's thigh. He was most likely a defense-type Soul Ancestor.

If this Spirit Master had fought Lu Feng instead, Lu Feng felt that even if he could use Eighty-One Hammers, he might not have been able to defeat him.

During his battle with the tall Spirit Master, Lu Feng had used nearly every trick he possessed.

Even the timing of Invincible Golden Body had been carefully calculated. After all, under those circumstances, he had only one chance to make a move.

There was a difference of two major stages in Soul Power Level, so Lu Feng did not dare be careless in the slightest. After all, the fate of the Yellow Family Three Freaks was still fresh in his mind.

Of course, if he encountered this kind of defense-type Soul Ancestor, Lu Feng still had a way to survive.

He only needed to strap himself full of explosives, Teleport beside the other person's head, activate Invincible Golden Body, and then—boom!

However, Lu Feng had never liked walking along the edge of a cliff. With this combo, one small mistake could send him to the grave along with his enemy.

Lu Feng kicked the Spirit Master's corpse into the crater, then pulled out an iron shovel and began filling it with dirt.

He handled both the killing and the burial.

Lu Feng felt that he deserved the title of model worker.

Naturally, he was not kindly collecting the corpse for someone. He was covering up traces of the explosives. If a trump card was exposed to the sunlight, it was no longer a trump card—it was an open hand.

On a dark and windy night, at the headquarters of the Black Pheasant Mercenary Group.

"Damn it, they went out drinking and having fun, leaving us two brothers here to watch the place." A skinny guard complained.

"Bamboo Pole, say less. The attic is full of the boss's treasured items. If even one goes missing, both our heads will roll," the fat guard said in a rough voice.

The skinny guard immediately deflated at those words. He picked his nose and looked around aimlessly.

Suddenly, he seemed to see a black shadow vault over the wall in the distance.

"Who goes there?!" Bamboo Pole shouted sharply.

"Whoosh!"

He leaped several times and reached the wall, but the black shadow had already vanished without a trace.

"Oh no! Something happened to the treasure vault!"

The two hurriedly opened the door and rushed into the attic. More than half the items displayed on several rows of shelves had disappeared, leaving only some less valuable objects in their original places.

There was also a note pasted onto the shelf in the middle.

The Fat Ball Spirit Master took down the note and saw several large words written on it: "Tang San of Shrek Academy was here!"

"We're done for! Fatty, we're dead!"

Bamboo Pole Spirit Master immediately seemed to lose his soul and collapsed onto the floor.

The Fat Ball Spirit Master tightly crumpled the note. Soul Power surged from him, directly shattering it into fragments.

"Bamboo Pole, pull yourself together. We still have one way out," the fat Spirit Master said viciously.

"Fatty, what can we do?" A bit of clarity returned to Bamboo Pole Spirit Master's eyes.

"Hmph. We definitely can't run. Since we'll die either way, we might as well take advantage of the boss being drunk and kill him!"

The Balak Kingdom connected to the Heaven Dou Empire in the north, bordered the Star Luo Empire in the south, and lay next to the Star Dou Great Forest in the east. Its military strength was formidable.

The kingdom had two most important cities. One was its capital, Balak City.

The other was Suotuo City, known as the Balak Granary.

Suotuo City was a major military stronghold, and every traveler entering or leaving had to be carefully inspected. Even Spirit Masters needed to register before entering the city.

"Name?"

"Tang Si."

"Age?"

"Twelve."

"Soul Power Level?"

"Level twenty-six."

"So it's Young Master Tang. Welcome to Suotuo City." The soldier in charge of registration glanced up at Lu Feng, hurriedly stood, and smiled even more brightly.

At the same time, a yellow light orb dropped from his position.

Picked up Yellow Martial Soul Spiritual Eye Fragment x1 (1/10)

"Oh? Huo Yuhao showed up out of nowhere?"

Lu Feng dismantled the Spiritual Eye Fragment, and a yellow point of light entered the "warehouse." With new characters about to appear, Lu Feng felt that he was running short on Martial Soul upgrade points.

No matter what, Lu Feng had to obtain the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul. He also wanted to experience for himself whether he could withstand the trial of evil fire.

After killing the two Soul Ancestors, Lu Feng thought for a long time and ultimately decided to temporarily leave the Soul Hunting Market.

No matter who they were or why they had hunted him down, it could not hurt to play it safe and pick up fragments somewhere else.

"Boss, he's just a Soul Grandmaster. Was there really a need to be so polite?" the soldier beside him asked doubtfully.

The registration officer turned his head and shot the soldier a glance. "Little Li, what do you know? A twelve-year-old level twenty-six Soul Grandmaster is no ordinary person. He might be a genius disciple from some great clan."

"Tch, maybe he's another fool tricked by Shrek Academy," the soldier muttered quietly.

Smack!

The officer viciously slapped Little Li on the head.

"Shrek Academy may be rundown, but there are Soul Sage-level powerhouses inside. If you want to die, don't drag me down with you."

Once he entered the city, Lu Feng found it orderly and well organized.

Shops lined both sides of the streets, their goods neatly displayed outside their doors. The decorative trees were lush and green, trimmed to a uniform height. From time to time, patrols of soldiers could also be seen.

"Huh? Flender's Antique Shop?"

As Lu Feng walked down the street, a shop suddenly caught his attention.

The storefront was not large. Its decorations were extremely antique and even somewhat run-down. Amid a row of luxurious facades, it looked completely out of place.

A circular emblem was carved into the signboard, with several unusual symbols on it: a sword, a hammer, and a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

"Let's take a look. I remember there being a piece of Plate Crystal inside."

Dragon King's Treasure

The shop door was open, and the interior looked somewhat dim.

The moment Lu Feng stepped inside, he sensed a peculiar energy fluctuation.

In an instant, a series of light orbs fell out:

Picked up White Item Worn Bracelet Fragment x1 (1/10)

Picked up White Item Worn Storage Soul Tool Fragment x1 (1/10)

Picked up Gray Item Worn Helmet Fragment x1 (1/10)

"Damn! Gray quality!"

Lu Feng looked at a helmet hanging on the wall before him and cried out inwardly.

The helmet had clearly seen some years. Its color was dull, and its surface was covered in scratches. It looked like an antique from some ancient dynasty.

Lu Feng had originally thought that white was the lowest quality for items.