Chapter 1: The Spirit Hall Master

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Douluo Continent.

Slaughter City.

A land of sin filled with violence and darkness.

Those who enter this place are either being hunted and have nowhere left to run, or they have been deceived by rumors that this is the most wonderful place in the world.

There are no restrictions, no laws; you can do whatever you want.

Of course, there is no shortage of talented young people from major factions who come here for trials.

But regardless of the type, to leave Slaughter City, one must achieve one hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Slaughter Arena to earn the qualification to enter Hell Road and depart.

And today, for the first time in many years, the Hell Slaughter Arena has produced someone who has achieved ninety-nine consecutive victories.

"Death Spider Emperor, isn't this person the Saintess of the Spirit Hall?"

"A martial soul that is so ugly yet so strong—once you've seen it, you can never forget it."

"However, this woman is so cruel; everyone who loses to her is torn to pieces."

"Even for Slaughter City, these methods are a bit..."

"Ugh!!"

On the spectator stand, before the man could finish his sentence, a terrifying killing intent locked onto him, scaring the surrounding people into quickly fleeing the arena stands.

In the Hell Slaughter Arena, Bibi Dong, having just achieved victory, did not linger and quickly left the scene.

In the arena's battles, the further one goes, the stronger the arranged opponents become, and everyone else on the field implicitly unites to take down the strongest one first.

Therefore, after exceeding fifty consecutive wins, almost every one of her battles required her to take on nine opponents at once.

Reaching the current ninety-nine consecutive wins, even she found it extremely taxing.

Having just finished a battle, it was not the time to stir up more trouble.

……

After taking a winding path and confirming that no one was following her, Bibi Dong finally returned to her residence.

"Sister Dong, you're back."

Opening the door, the first thing to come into view was a handsome young man.

A rare hint of gentleness appeared on Bibi Dong's cold face. "Mm."

"How was the match today?" the young man asked, stepping forward with concern.

At the moment of contact, a flash of intense killing intent subconsciously flickered in Bibi Dong's eyes. The next instant, a strange energy emanated from the young man, suppressing the toxins of the Bloody Mary within her body, and the thick, tangible killing intent, like blood mist, suddenly dissipated.

"Oh, my dear, were you trying to kill me?"

Nan Feng pointed to the three pairs of crystal-clear, yet terrifyingly threatening, purple spider legs that had sprouted from behind Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong snapped back to reality, retracted her martial soul, and somewhat flusteredly pulled her hands away from Nan Feng's, her expression turning cold once again. "Didn't I tell you to wait until I've finished adjusting my breath before speaking to me?"

Wait? What if you accidentally sliced me up? Nan Feng grumbled inwardly, though his face showed a faint look of disappointment. "I was just worried about you..."

"I don't need your worry." Bibi Dong turned and walked quickly into her room.

Bang! Her flustered pace and the impatient slamming of the door were all evidence that Bibi Dong's mood at this moment was far from calm.

"Phew~"

Confirming that Bibi Dong would not come out again, Nan Feng let out a sigh of relief and turned to return to his own room.

Sitting cross-legged, a round, swirling, flat phantom image of a Dragon Statue appeared behind Nan Feng.

This was his martial soul, a villain from an anime, the Fire Demon—Shendu! About six years ago, he accidentally arrived in this world of Douluo Continent as a six-year-old child. Unfortunately, the drop point was wrong; his spawn point was Slaughter City! Don't talk to me about any "fantasy sewer" nonsense; strength is relative, and this world is realistic. Here, he was just a little brat, a little brat waiting to be slaughtered!

Fortunately, he automatically awakened his martial soul upon landing: Shendu! And this martial soul of his was somewhat special; it didn't require obtaining spirit rings. Every ten levels, he could unlock one of Shendu's representative abilities: the power of the Twelve Talismans.

The Rat for turning static into dynamic, the Ox for immense strength, the Tiger for balancing yin and yang, the Rabbit for super-speed teleportation, the Dragon for scorching flame explosions, the Snake for invisibility, the Horse for curing all diseases, the Sheep for soul projection, the Monkey for shapeshifting, the Rooster for levitation, the Dog for immortality, and the Pig for laser eyes.

With innate level ten spirit power, he could unlock one talisman right from the start.

Which one to choose? Many might think, definitely the Dog! After all, survival is the most important thing.

But in a hellhole like Slaughter City, what would happen to a weakling who possessed the attribute of immortality? Without a doubt, he would become the most interesting toy for these Fallen Ones!

Moreover, his talisman abilities came from his martial soul, and using the martial soul consumed spirit power. He only had level ten spirit power; how long could the Dog Talisman sustain him?

Therefore, for him at that time, the Dog Talisman was useless.

After consideration, he chose the most useful ability at the time: the Horse for healing.

This was Slaughter City, filled with violence and killing. Where there is fighting, there is injury. There were no doctors here; once seriously injured, one could only wait for death.

After confirming the healing effect of the Horse Talisman, he ran straight to the Hell Slaughter Arena and, in front of everyone, cast a healing spell on the winner of the arena.

Then, he became a treasure that the Fallen Ones of Slaughter City went crazy for.

He had hoped to rely on his healing skills to become a respected doctor in Slaughter City, but fate had other plans.

After all, treasures are held by the strong! As a rare healing-type Spirit Master, he was snatched back and forth by the powerful Fallen Ones of the inner city, treated like a tool, discarded by those idiots after use, and snatched back when needed again! This unstable, hellish life lasted until three years ago, when it finally ended.

It ended because of Bibi Dong's arrival, and because he unlocked his second talisman.

Upon accidentally hearing that a crazy woman with the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor martial soul had arrived in Slaughter City, he gave up his hesitation between unlocking the Monkey or the Dog and chose the Sheep!

Soul Projection!

He used a "dream-sending" technique to let Bibi Dong know of his existence as a rare healing-type Spirit Master in Slaughter City—though, of course, he mixed in quite a bit of false information.

Subsequently, relying on her formidable strength and the brutal Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor martial soul, Bibi Dong quietly snatched him out of the fire and hid him in her own small room! Although he had been "occupied," he had finally found stability.

Because he only needed to heal Bibi Dong, he no longer had to be snatched back and forth by those idiot Fallen Ones!

For the first time, he felt that being overbearing was such a wonderful virtue! "Time to start today's 'Bibi Dong in Wonderland'..."

Nan Feng lay on the bed, the outline of a little sheep appearing in his eyes.

The next instant, Nan Feng's soul separated from his physical body.

Sheep Talisman, Soul Projection.

Although it had been mocked as the most useless talisman, here, Nan Feng had to borrow the words of a certain master: there are no useless talismans!

It just depends on whether you know how to use them!

Passing through the wall, Nan Feng in his soul state arrived at Bibi Dong's room.

Observing Bibi Dong's state and confirming that she was already asleep, Nan Feng aimed for her head and bumped into it. Everything went black, the scene shifted, and Nan Feng arrived at a battlefield reeking of blood.

Jialing Pass! The battle was nearing its end; Bibi Dong had taken a sword from Tang San to save Qian Renxue and was not far from death.

Then, the familiar "last words" segment began.

"Bibi Dong! So you have a day like this too!" Yu Xiaogang glared ferociously at the weak-breathing Bibi Dong.

"When you slaughtered the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, did you ever think you would have a day like this!"

"When you abandoned me back then, did you ever think there would be today!"

"……"

Unlike the remorse Yu Xiaogang imagined, Bibi Dong, with her Rakshasa divine power fading, had no emotion on her face, nor did she care about Yu Xiaogang's curses; she simply closed her eyes quietly.

She had lost count of how many times she had had this dream. From the initial blurriness and fragmentation, it had become increasingly clear, and even the pain brought by the sword piercing her heart felt so real.

Facing Yu Xiaogang's curses, she had gone from initial heartbreak and distress to now feeling no ripples at all—she even felt like laughing.

Curse away, laugh away; soon, you won't be able to curse or laugh anymore.

Calculating the time and connecting it to the lines of Yu Xiaogang's insults, Bibi Dong opened her eyes, looked at Qian Renxue beside her with a flash of complexity, then looked at Hu Liena to the side, and forced herself to sit up.

"Everything is over." Tang San looked coldly at Bibi Dong before him.

"Over? By what right do you say that?"

A hoarse, demonic voice sounded from nowhere, low and cold.

The next instant, an expression of disbelief appeared on Tang San's cold face, and at the same time, bright red blood gushed from his mouth.

A green, sharp dragon claw appeared in his line of sight, its palm gripping a living heart.

His heart!

"You..." Tang San exerted all his strength to circulate the divine power in his body, but because his heart had been destroyed, he couldn't muster any strength at all.

The heart is the center of spirit power flow and the source of divine power circulation; once the heart is destroyed, even a god will die! "So this is a God King?" A face 90% similar to Nan Feng's, only more mature, appeared at Tang San's side, and the evil dragon claw piercing Tang San's chest was exactly what he had unleashed.

"I thought you were supposed to be tough? Is this it?"

"……"

The battle situation took a sharp turn; the Heaven Dou Empire side, which had thought victory was in their grasp, suddenly fell into a state of bewildered panic.

Their god had been taken out again?!

"How is it possible..." Tang San looked incredulous.

"How could you evade my divine sense detection and shatter my divine armor?"

"Can't figure it out? Don't worry, think about it slowly in your next life." Nan Feng crushed Tang San's heart, and the Sea God's divine power and Xiuluo's divine power flowed away with it.

"Oh, wait, you don't have a next life."

As the words fell, a towering pillar of fire erupted from Tang San's heart, shooting straight into the sky, burning away his physical body and his divine soul.

The entire Jialing Pass battlefield fell into a deathly silence following Tang San's death.

"No! It can't be!" Yu Xiaogang shouted in a breakdown.

"Xiao San is a god! He won't die!"

"Oh?" Nan Feng turned his head to look at Yu Xiaogang, who was frantically trying to make his presence felt.

The next instant, a nameless fire ignited on Yu Xiaogang, and accompanied by a series of miserable screams, the master and disciple both returned to the void.

"If you're weak, stay further away. Is this a place you should be?"

Nan Feng shook his head and walked toward Bibi Dong, who had only a few breaths left.

Looking at the familiar yet strange man before her, Bibi Dong's eyes were extremely complex.

"You..." Qian Renxue seemed to have not reacted to the scene before her.

"Shut up, weakling."

Nan Feng muttered, squatted down, grabbed the Xiuluo Demon Sword stuck in Bibi Dong, and pulled it out in one go.

Pfft! Blood sprayed out like a fountain.

Nan Feng pressed his hand against Bibi Dong's chest, and an energy containing infinite life force surged out; Bibi Dong's shattered body rapidly repaired itself, and within just a few breaths, it was restored to its original state.

"How do you feel?" Nan Feng asked with concern.

Bibi Dong looked at Nan Feng with eyes full of helplessness and disdain, then looked at her chest that had been gripped, unable to speak.

Although this was a dream, she seemed to have been gripped to the point of having no temper left.

Every time it was this position, every time it was this intensity! This damn sense of familiarity! "You..."

Just as Bibi Dong was about to say something, the scene before her suddenly began to recede and blur...

Opening her eyes, looking at the familiar decorations and the stifling smell of blood in the air, Bibi Dong got up from the bed, opened the door, and walked into the room opposite.

Looking at Nan Feng sleeping soundly on the bed, Bibi Dong's eyes were somewhat complex.

When she wasn't around, Nan Feng wouldn't dare to sleep, saying he was afraid some brain-damaged idiot would sneak in and slice him up; only when she returned would this child dare to close his eyes and sleep.

Sighing, Bibi Dong stepped forward, helped Nan Feng tuck in his quilt, and turned to leave the room.

"Why isn't this progress moving..."

Nan Feng, floating to the side, saw this scene, a look of helplessness appearing on his face.

Since Bibi Dong arrived in Slaughter City three years ago, almost every week, he would make Bibi Dong have a dream.

The dream just now was something he had spent nearly three years constructing, step by step.

From the initial PowerPoint-like presentation with only blurry images and a few lines, to the immersive blockbuster it was now, he had truly put in the effort.

Every character, every scene, every frame was meticulously outlined by him!

And all of this was to get Bibi Dong to take him out of this hellhole! He really couldn't stay here any longer!

Although his special martial soul was not suppressed by the Slaughter City domain and he could cultivate normally—and due to the special environment here, which contained massive amounts of energy, he could cultivate twice as fast as a normal Spirit Master—but!

The air was filled with the smell of blood and all sorts of messy odors; he couldn't even sleep in peace, always having to guard against some brain-damaged person sneaking in to slice him up; there was no food; and every time he opened or closed his eyes, he saw the dilapidated streets filled with blood mist.

Damn it! If he stayed any longer, he felt like his brain would stop functioning normally! If he relied on his own cultivation, who knows when he would be able to get out? And whether he could leave Slaughter City didn't depend on strength, but on whether one had a background.

Tang Hao could leave because of Tang Chen; Bibi Dong could leave because of the Rakshasa God inheritance. Him? Would that dead bat allow another Killing God to be born? And once he exposed the fact that he wasn't suppressed by the domain in Slaughter City, who knows if the Xiuluo God behind Slaughter City would just kill him? If he missed this opportunity, the probability was that he would only be able to try his luck when that Tang clan destroyed Slaughter City in the future.

(End of chapter)