The heavens began with Douluo

Douluo Continent.

The capital of the Kingdom of Barak, Barak City.

As the kingdom with the strongest military strength among the four kingdoms under the Tiandou Empire, the capital of the Balak Kingdom is a famous fortified city. Fifteen meters high and eight meters wide, the city wall made of bluestones and garrisoned by heavy soldiers made the city almost impenetrable.

Of course, the situation would be different if a powerful Soul Emperor over level took action.

After all, as the most noble profession on the continent, there is no doubt about the power of the soul master.

Soul masters are divided into ten levels, and each level is from low to high: soul master, soul master, great soul master, soul master, soul sect, soul king, soul emperor, soul saint, soul douluo and titled douluo.

The higher the level of the soul master, the stronger the strength. Titled Douluo can even destroy mountains. How can a mere city wall stop them?

In Barak City, the east area is the most prosperous. Because this is where the upper class nobles live.

On the easternmost side of the city's east district, there stands a palace-style building complex covering an area of ​​more than acres. It has a golden-arched red door and a glazed roof. On the five-meter-high main entrance, there are three big characters "Duke's Palace" with flying phoenixes.

At this time, in a small courtyard of the Duke's Mansion with lush vegetation and clear springs, a clear voice came out

"one two three four five six seven eight."

"Two, two, three, four"

"three two"

"Four, two, three eight, stretching"

Following the sound, I saw in the small courtyard a young man with clear eyes, fair face, and a clean and fresh look. He was shouting to the beat and jumping up and down with his hands raised, giving him a youthful and sunny atmosphere.

Of course, if coupled with the surrounding cornices and brackets, the antique environment, and the three or four beautiful maids in children's skirts standing at the entrance of the courtyard, the painting style will be very strange.

Finally, after jumping for an entire hour, the boy finally stopped, bent over and gasped for air.

At this moment, the young man's face was flushed, and his smooth nose and forehead were covered with fine beads of sweat. Coupled with his handsome face, he looked like a sunny and beautiful boy.

However, the vague white light covering the surface of the boy's fair skin proved that he was not simple.

The boy's name is Zhou Yuan. He is twelve years old and is a noble quasi-soul master with ninth-level soul power. When he breaks through level ten, he can hunt for soul rings and become a soul warrior.

In order to break through to the tenth level of soul power as soon as possible, Zhou Yuan not only meditated quietly, but also insisted on exercising his physical strength in order to better carry the soul power.

Therefore, for the past six months, he has practiced the eighth set of national middle school student radio gymnastics thousands of times every day. The era is calling.

Well, Zhou Yuan is still a time traveler.

Two years ago, the original owner of this body died of a sudden illness, and Zhou Yuan came here following the call of mysterious power.

Unfortunately, when Zhou Yuan traveled back in time, the soul of the original owner had already disintegrated, so Zhou Yuan was unable to integrate the memory of the original owner and knew nothing about this different world.

The most important thing is that he neither knows the original owner's relatives nor friends, nor does he understand the language here. In desperation, Zhou Yuan could only pretend to be autistic due to a sudden illness. No matter who spoke to him, he remained silent again and again.

But Zhou Yuan understands that this is just a stopgap measure. He must adapt to this world as soon as possible, otherwise the game will be over sooner or later.

Thanks to the psychology and logic courses he had taken at university in his previous life, Zhou Yuan spent half a month sorting out the interpersonal relationships around him, and a year and a half to master the language of Douluo Continent.

So, half a year ago, Zhou Yuan's "autism" was cured.

This good news instantly made the entire Duke's Palace boil.

In order to celebrate His Highness the Young Duke's recovery from a long illness, the Duke's Palace even distributed a prayer silver coin to all civilians in the city, totaling silver coins, equivalent to gold coins.

That's right, Zhou Yuan is the current owner of the Duke's Palace and the hereditary Duke of the Tiandou Empire.

Of course, the reason why he became a duke at the age of twelve was firstly because Zhou Yuan's father died unexpectedly in this life and he was the only heir; secondly, Zhou Yuan was half of the Tiandou royal family from his mother.

In his previous life, Zhou Yuan was just an ordinary middle-class person with a few houses in the provincial capital and a few cadres in his family; but now, Zhou Yuan has turned around and become a great aristocrat at the top of the pyramid.

This made Zhou Yuan very satisfied

In the past six months, although Zhou Yuan has gradually adapted to life in Douluo Continent, he is not in a hurry to go out and look for the protagonist Tang San or explore any opportunities.

On the contrary, Zhou Yuan has been eagerly supplementing the knowledge of this world, such as the history of the continent, noble etiquette, and most importantly, the knowledge about soul masters and martial soul cultivation.

It's a pity that, as the foundation of every soul master, Zhou Yuan's martial soul is very strange, so strange that he still can't figure out what this strange thing is.

Raising his hand, Zhou Yuan saw a ball of bright white light the size of a football floating on his fingertips.

This is Zhou Yuan's martial spirit, an illusory big ball of light.

This strange light ball martial spirit was not inherited from the original owner. The original owner's martial spirit was the swan martial spirit inherited from the Tiandou royal family.

However, two years ago, the soul of the original owner was shattered, and the swan martial spirit also disappeared. When Zhou Yuan traveled through time, the martial spirit turned into a ball of light.

Although he has not yet figured out the function of the light ball martial spirit, Zhou Yuan is not discouraged, but takes a certain amount of time every day to study it carefully.

As an Internet troll, Zhou Yuan is very familiar with various Internet writing routines. He firmly believed that his golden finger was this ordinary-looking ball of light.

Suddenly, there was a slight noise outside the hospital. Zhou Yuan was startled and immediately concealed his martial spirit.

Until now, Zhou Yuan had not dared to expose his martial spirit to others. After all, the original owner's martial spirit was a swan, but here he turned into a white ball of light. This is not explainable at all.

You can't say that this is a goose egg laid by a swan.

"Yuan'er, I heard that you were doing that weird dance again just now, weren't you?"

Before anyone arrived, a gentle voice that sounded slightly reproachful but more doting came first.

The next second, at the entrance of the small courtyard, a graceful woman walked in surrounded by seven or eight maids.

The woman looks to be in her early thirties, has a beautiful appearance, and is wearing a simple sky blue palace dress. She does not wear any jewelry on her snow-white neck and wrists, but her temperament is extremely noble.

In fact, even Kundla, the king of the Balak Kingdom, is not as noble as her in terms of status.

Because she is the direct descendant of the Tiandou Empire royal family and the youngest sister of the Emperor Xue Ye, Princess Xue Yue. The Balak Kingdom was just a vassal state of the Tiandou Empire.

The gap in status between the two is obvious.

Of course, it's just status. If we really talk about power, Kundera, as the king of a country, has a powerful army in his hands, and has the faint intention of separatist power. Naturally, he cannot be compared to Xue Yue, an imperial princess in name only.

This world is very deep