Nanook?The test ended.
4: Chapter 4: Aura of Destruction?
Nanook?The test ended.
Chapter 4: Aura of Destruction?
Nanook?
The test ended.
Bai Yuan was taken to a quiet room by a staff member to wait.
Before leaving, the person lowered their voice, their tone as solemn as if they were relaying a matter of cosmic importance: “You’re a good kid.
You must seize this opportunity and speak properly.
This is your chance to change your life, do you understand?” Bai Yuan nodded.
Seeing Bai Yuan nod, the staff member patted his head.
“Remember to be good later, don’t cause trouble!” With that, the person withdrew and gently closed the door.
The room fell silent.
Bai Yuan stood in place, looking around.
The decor was simple yet refined in every detail; clearly, this was no ordinary guest room.
Spirit Pagoda…
He lowered his eyes and began to think seriously.
Joining the Spirit Pagoda now was indeed a good choice.
But the question was, could the Spirit Pagoda be trusted?
He recalled various events from the original work.
The Spirit Pagoda collaborated with the Holy Spirit Cult to blow up Shrek Academy and the Tang Sect.
That bunch from the Qiangu Family would do anything for power.
They weren’t exactly good people.
But then again…
On the Douluo Continent, the major factions—Shrek, Tang Sect, Spirit Pagoda, and the Battle God Hall—were all abnormal.
Back then, Tang San attained godhood and just left, leaving a mess for his descendants to clean up.
Shrek Academy claimed to be ‘Number One on the Continent,’ but at its core, it was stuck in its ways and arrogant.
The Tang Sect was even more…
The Battle God Hall…
Bai Yuan shook his head.
In this World, who is good and who is bad is never a black-and-white matter.
The key was to see who could benefit him.
Leng Yaozhu’s interest in him was obvious to anyone.
What she wanted was nothing more than to nurture a genius so that the Leng Family’s voice in the Spirit Pagoda wouldn’t be suppressed by the Qiangu Family.
After all, the Qiangu Family’s foundation was right there: Qiangu Dieting, Qiangu Dongfeng, and Qiangu Qingfeng—one family with three Limit Douluos.
If the Leng Family didn’t get an injection of fresh blood, they would eventually be completely marginalized.
So, Leng Yaozhu needed him.
And he, right now, also needed Leng Yaozhu.
It was just a matter of mutual benefit.
Just as he was thinking about his next move…
*Click.* The door opened.
Bai Yuan looked up.
A figure walked gracefully into the room.
She wore a long dress as brilliant as fire, the hem trailing on the floor and swaying gently with her steps.
Her waist was slender, her figure graceful, every curve exactly as it should be.
Moving upward…
Delicate collarbones, a slender neck, and features so beautiful she looked like she had walked out of a painting.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn ripples, and the corners of her lips were slightly upturned in a faint, knowing smile.
Most striking were her eyes.
In her crimson pupils, flames seemed to dance—deep and intense, making one afraid to look directly at them, yet unable to look away.
Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, Leng Yaozhu.
She approached step by step, each stride carrying an innate aura, as if all things in the World should crawl at her feet.
Bai Yuan subconsciously straightened his back.
Leng Yaozhu stopped in front of him, looking down as she sized him up.
Her gaze was like one inspecting a rare treasure, or perhaps making a judgment.
Whether this piece of uncut jade was worth the great effort it would take to carve.
After a moment, she spoke.
Her voice was unhurried, carrying a hint of laziness, yet permeated with an unquestionable authority: “What is your name?” Bai Yuan looked up and met her gaze.
“Bai Yuan.” His voice was very calm, without tension or flattery.
Leng Yaozhu raised an eyebrow slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes.
This reaction…
was much more interesting than she had expected.
She sat down in the chair opposite Bai Yuan, her slender fingers lightly tapping the armrest as she spoke unhurriedly: “Do you know why I’m here?” “I know.” Bai Yuan answered crisply and decisively.
Leng Yaozhu narrowed her eyes.
“Oh?” This child was indeed beyond her expectations.
Clearly only six years old, yet he stood before her neither humble nor arrogant; his eyes were clear, not like he was putting on an act, yet steady in a way that didn’t seem like a child.
“Then tell me.” Bai Yuan took a deep breath and looked her straight in the eye: “You want to take me away and train me.” The smile at the corners of Leng Yaozhu’s mouth deepened.
She neither denied nor confirmed it, only saying plainly: “Go on.” Bai Yuan gritted his teeth as if he had made a decision.
Then, he suddenly looked up, flames appearing to ignite in his eyes, his voice carrying a hint of childish stubbornness and longing: “Master!
I want to be your disciple!” He paused, his voice dropping slightly with a bit of embarrassment: “I want to eat well, I want to live well!” Immediately after, his tone became passionate again, like the kind of innocent yet burning dream every child would have: “Ever since I was little, I’ve heard the stories of those great Soul Masters.
I want to be like them, I want to leave my name on the continent!” Leng Yaozhu was stunned for a moment.
Then…
“Hahahahahaha!” She burst into laughter, her laugh clear and bright, her eyes full of amusement.
Interesting, so interesting.
This child, saying he wants to be a great hero with eyes full of ambition, yet frankly stating he ‘wants to eat well and live well’…
Fascinating.
Truly fascinating.
Bai Yuan stood there, his face still wearing that ‘hot-blooded youth’ expression, but in his heart, he gave himself a silent thumbs-up.
As expected, in this life, it all depends on acting skills.
Having laughed enough, Leng Yaozhu stood up, walked over to Bai Yuan, and looked at him.
“Interesting little fellow.” She reached out and lightly patted his head.
“Nice to meet you, my disciple.” Her voice carried amusement, yet also an unquestionable certainty: “I am the Vice Pagoda Master of the Spirit Pagoda, the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo—Leng Yaozhu.” Bai Yuan looked up and grinned, his voice crisp: “Master!
My name is Bai Yuan!” Leng Yaozhu leaned back against the chair, her gaze falling on Bai Yuan as she said plainly: “First, tell me about your Martial Soul.
Come, show me.” Bai Yuan nodded, stood up, and took a deep breath.
His left hand opened, and a flame seed emerged.
Intense golden light exploded from his palm, like a miniature sun hovering above his fingertips.
The light flickered, sometimes violent as if to incinerate all things, sometimes gentle as the morning sun.
Two completely opposite auras of destruction and vitality intertwined within it, making one’s heart tremble at a single glance.
He raised his right hand, and the qinchen sword appeared.
The blade was as thin as a cicada’s wing, with pale golden light patterns flowing like water ripples.
It lacked the violence of the flame seed, possessing only a pure, ultimate sharpness.
It seemed as if there was nothing in this World it could not cut through.
With both Martial Souls manifested simultaneously, the temperature in the entire room seemed to change.
On one side was an incinerating heat, on the other, a World-slicing sharpness.
Leng Yaozhu didn’t say a word, she just watched quietly.
Her gaze drifted back and forth between the flame seed and the qinchen sword, flames dancing deep within her crimson pupils.
After a long time…
“These two Tool Martial souls of yours…
are not simple.” She spoke, her voice a bit more solemn than before.
“As for the specifics, I can’t give you an answer either.
You will need to constantly test and explore during your cultivation process.” She paused, her gaze falling back onto that flame seed, her brow slightly furrowed: “But from one of them, I sense…
the aura of the Destruction attribute.” Destruction attribute.
These words fell into Bai Yuan’s ears like a thunderclap.
On the surface, he remained unmoved, but in his heart, stormy waves were already surging.
Aura of Destruction?
Could it be…
the Path of Destruction has also descended upon him?
Nanook???
Bai Yuan almost couldn’t hold his expression.
If it really was that one…
Then what was the point of even playing on the Douluo Continent anymore?
Forget an Aeon personally descending; if a random Emanator showed up, they could probably beat the Great God Circle until even their mothers wouldn’t recognize them.
Wait.
A thought suddenly popped into his head, making him so excited he almost jumped up.
Would he also have a ‘Divine Calamity Form’ in the future???
Just thinking about it made his blood boil!
Bai Yuan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the messy thoughts in his head.
Calm down, calm down.
Don’t think so far ahead, do the task at hand first.
Seeing his calm expression, Leng Yaozhu thought he was digesting her words and continued: “However, in this era, Tool Martial souls are considered very good Martial Souls.” Bai Yuan snapped back to reality and subconsciously nodded.
More than very good?
They were simply fantastic!
He knew very well.
In this era of the legend of the dragon king, the Golden and Silver Dragon Kings had already appeared, and bloodline suppression was no joke.
Beast Spirits?
When they encountered a dragon bloodline, they were the weakest of the weak.
Plant-type?
Even worse.
Only Tool Martial souls didn’t care about that bloodline suppression nonsense; it all depended on their own quality and cultivation.
And his two Martial Souls…
their quality was clearly not low.
Thinking of this, Bai Yuan felt a bit more at ease.
Who cares about the Path of Destruction or Emanators of an Aeon, just take it one step at a time.
At least for now.
He had a Martial Soul, he had talent, and he had a backer.
All that was left was to work his hardest to become strong.