Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Not far away, Wang Dong saw this and even forgot to eat the barbecue until Mu Xing reminded her that it would get cold if she didn't eat it.

"No, is he a dragon fetishist? He wants to rob this too? Isn't he afraid of being hung up and beaten by that rope-playing companion?" Wang Dong was shocked.

Han Ruoruo was so angry that she was shaking all over. She really wanted to beat Beibei now. Anyone could say this, except this despicable guy who stole the soul ring!

"It's a pity that Senior Sister keeps telling us how good you are, and how modest and gentle you are. I think you are just a hypocritical hypocrite! If you want a spirit ring, why don't you challenge me to a duel openly? What kind of man are you to stab me in the back?!"

"Ruoruo, please say less. Now is not the time to argue." Zhang Lexuan was very tired. She looked at Beibei tiredly and said, "Beibei, you were not like this before. We need to talk."

Chu Qingtian cast a grateful look at Han Ruoruo. She was the first companion who fought for his interests. You know, this soul bone was also suitable for Han Ruoruo, but she did not fight for it from beginning to end.

"In that case, why don't we ask Teacher Fanyu to collect the soul bone first, and then ask the teachers to make a decision when we return to the academy." Zhang Lexuan proposed a compromise plan. If Beibei really wanted this soul bone, this was the safest way.

"What if Teacher Fanyu secretly gave the soul bone to He Caitou? It's better to let Ruoruo keep it." Wu Ming raised an objection.

Fan Yu felt his eyes go dark, and he and Cai Tou pointed the soul guide cannon at Wu Ming, angrily saying: "Don't you slander my teacher! He is not that kind of person! I didn't intend to take that soul bone anyway, teacher, give it to Senior Chu, so that they won't judge you by your own standards!"

"Chu Qingtian, come here!" Fan Yu waved to Chu Qingtian, and when the other party came in front of him, he directly stuffed the soul bone over.

“Senior Sister Han, Cai Tou, I’ll remember this favor.” Chu Qingtian held the soul bone in his hands with great care. Happiness came too suddenly and it seemed unreal to him.

No one cared about Wu Ming's feelings. Fan Yu quickly told Chu Qingtian a few words, "Just absorb it here, so as not to have more troubles at night. I will protect you."

Chu Qingtian didn’t even bother to eat the barbecue. He just sat cross-legged on the open ground and began to fuse his soul bones.

Beibei clenched his fists. Zhang Lexuan dragged him a few dozen meters away from the camp and said, "Let's talk." He did not resist and let Zhang Lexuan do whatever she wanted, walking in the snow, alternating deep and shallow steps.

"Are you disappointed that they didn't fight?" Wang Dong watched the group of people separate into groups of three or four and found it very interesting to watch them arguing.

"Why should we be disappointed? The seeds of conflict have been sown. From now on, they are no longer comrades who can trust each other with their lives. They are full of malice and calculations, until one day the superficial peace completely falls apart." Mu Xing looked at Wang Dong's increasingly surprised expression, "Do you remember what I said to you the day you woke up?"

"Well, this is a very cruel world." Full of suspicion and conflict, war and malice dominate the world. Humans, having torn off their disguises, are no longer tolerant, considerate or helpful to each other. Brothers kill each other, fathers and sons become enemies, and they kill each other in ugly competition.

"Until a year ago, I thought this world was beautiful. I had a powerful martial soul, an attractive appearance, elders who loved me, and the world's number one sect behind me..." Wang Dong sighed, "But those were what that person wanted me to see."

"Beauty is a mirage, but mirages don't last forever. What remains is the desert, which lasts forever." Seeing Wang Dong's confused eyes, Mu Xing decided to change his words. "If I ask you what a martial soul is, you will give an official standard answer and think I'm asking an idiotic question about one plus one equals a number. But if I'm in a main city, such as Xingluo City or Tiandou City, and randomly ask a civilian what his martial soul is, he will be able to give an official answer, even if he or she is not a spirit master."

"But as the area becomes more and more remote, the answers I get deviate more and more from the official standard answers. Some people even ask me, what is a martial soul? This is the real world. When you are wondering why others have not broken through to Soul Venerable in their thirties or forties, some people don't even have a martial soul."

"Uh... then why don't they awaken their martial spirits?" Wang Dong was still confused.

"...Forget it. You just need to know that there are more Titled Douluo now than ten thousand years ago, but the number of Spirit Masters is less than ten thousand years ago. As for the answer, you can find it yourself in the future."

"It's related to that person, right?" Wang Dong's intuition is quite sharp.

"What influence do you think the sea god from 10,000 years ago had on later generations? Apart from his great achievements and love stories that have been praised countless times."

"I don't know." Wang Dong couldn't answer. She suddenly felt like a problem student who was being asked a question by the teacher in class but whose mind was blank.

"It's okay. After you complete each stage of your studies, I will allow you to go out and see the world." Mu Xing shifted her gaze to Zhang Lexuan and Bei Bei in the distance. "I'll take a rest first. If you're bored, go and watch them quarrel." After that, she yawned, leaned against the tree trunk and closed her eyes.

"No, you..." How can you sleep? Wang Dong wanted to return this sentence to Mu Xing, but then he thought that dragons might fall asleep more easily in the wild, and he couldn't use human standards to ask dragons to fall asleep, and he was instantly relieved.

During the long night, I have to eat melons to pass the time.

A few dozen meters away from the camp, Beibei lowered his head and said nothing.

"What's wrong with you? You weren't like this before!" Zhang Lexuan lowered her voice, but after years of getting along with her, Beibei could still hear her dissatisfaction and anger.

"Speak! You can tell me if you have any difficulties. If you want that spirit ring, tell me in advance and I will negotiate. Maybe..."

"Big sister, you don't understand at all!" Beibei growled, interrupting Zhang Lexuan's scolding. "When I was in Shrek Academy before, I didn't have to worry about the cultivation resources. I ate nutritious meals specially prepared for core disciples. The teachers and classmates were also very friendly. I just had to practice hard. But when I came to Tianlongmen, those people only provided me with the most basic food and clothing, and asked me to be grateful to them. If it weren't for the legacy left by Xuanzu, I wouldn't have been able to survive until now! And I can't let them find the resources that Xuanzu gave me. Once they find the dragon pills and soul bones, they will definitely be unable to resist snatching them. With my current strength, how can I possibly defeat them?"