"Ah!"

As the heavenly thunder entered his body, silver light burst forth, and Luo Fancheng groaned in pain, his entire body coursing with electricity.

"Why can't I take his place?"

Su Jiuer bit her bloodless lips, channeling pure soul power into Luo Fancheng.

Sensing the destructive aura of thunder coursing through Luo Fancheng's meridians, Su Jiuer's expression changed drastically. This heavenly punishment left no way out, clearly intending to kill.

After the heavenly punishment descended, it seemed to have exhausted all its power, or perhaps some unknown force deemed one strike sufficient to cripple Luo Fancheng completely. The dark clouds dispersed as if nothing had happened.

Yet, the villagers and Long Tao knelt on the ground, their temporarily blinded eyes struggling to regain sight.

At the same time, across the Hunwu Continent, as Luo Fancheng's True Dragon Martial Soul took shape, golden light broke through the nine-zhang limit, reaching thirty meters. Ordinary Soul Masters were oblivious, but some mysterious unknown entities were startled awake.

In the Oriental Oasis Forest, the largest gathering place of soul beasts on the Hunwu Continent.

At this moment, all soul beasts with dragon lineage in the forest seemed to sense something, regardless of their cultivation of hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of years, they all prostrated on the ground, worshiping in the same direction.

This directly alarmed the Seven Great Beast Kings in the forest's core area. Originally, there were eight, but the Three-Headed Demon Dragon had been missing for sixteen years for unknown reasons.

"Big brother! What's going on?"

"What's with these dragon-type soul beasts?"

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the ground in the forbidden core area of the forest shook, and a terrifying aura revived, causing the Seven Great Beast Kings, who were considered the pinnacle of human strength, to tremble.

"It's the master..."

"Even the master has been awakened?"

A cold, ethereal female voice sounded, carrying an unusual emotion.

"Impossible."

"How could this continent have a dragon aura purer than the Dragon God's!"

"At all costs, find the source of this aura."

"We obey!" The Seven Great Beast Kings knelt on the ground in fear, their hearts trembling as they received the order.

In the Azure Dragon Empire, the royal family possessed the top-tier Beast Martial Soul on the Hunwu Continent, the Taigu Canglong.

At this moment, during the court session, all the direct descendants of the royal family with the Taigu Canglong Martial Soul automatically manifested, not bowing to the high-ranking Azure Dragon Emperor, but trembling and kneeling in the same direction outside the hall.

This startled all the courtiers.

The Azure Dragon Emperor also felt the agitation in his bloodline, his Martial Soul eager to break free.

"Impudent!"

A loud shout, and nine powerful halos appeared behind him, pulsating up and down, shattering the dragon throne, stabilizing the court.

"Calm your anger, Your Majesty!" The courtiers knelt in shock.

The Azure Dragon Emperor stepped out of the hall in one stride, gazing into the distance, murmuring.

"Strange, what exactly is it, why did that aura appear for a moment and then suddenly disappear?"

He squinted his eyes slightly: "Summon someone."

The ministers immediately caught up and knelt: "We are all here!"

"Send out the order, a dragon treasure has emerged in the country. Whoever finds and presents it will be granted three wishes by me, using the full power of the empire."

On a bustling street, all the passersby held their noses and avoided the old beggar at the corner.

The old beggar, with broken hands and feet, lay on the ground with his eyes closed as if dead, a broken bowl placed in front of him.

Suddenly, his eyes opened and closed, looking into the distance.

"Clink!"

Three copper coins clattered into the mud-stained bowl, drawing the old beggar's gaze back. He looked up gratefully: "Thank you, kind sir, may you have many children."

The person who threw the coins clearly didn't want to engage, seemingly afraid of being entangled, and quickened their pace upon hearing the voice, hurrying away.

The old beggar looked at the copper coins in the bowl, his eyes dull, murmuring: "I am a beggar, just a beggar, and can only be a beggar."

Countless unknown entities were stirred. A hundred miles from Yun Village, the Female Pope, leading the Holy Maiden to hunt for a Soul Ring, naturally sensed this special aura.

"In two days, the same direction, the special aura flickers and disappears, truly interesting."

The Female Pope's cold lips curled up as she glanced at the pure and beautiful girl sitting in front of the Moonshadow Heavenly Wolf's corpse, absorbing the Soul Ring.

"Once Ying Yue finishes absorbing the Soul Ring, it's time to take a look."

……

In Yun Village, Su Jiuer lowered her head, biting her pale lips. She had done everything she could, unsure if Luo Fancheng could pull through.

"Aunt Su, it's okay now."

A warm hand suddenly grabbed her fair wrist, her delicate body trembled, and she looked up to see the handsome, celestial face.

"You're... okay?" Su Jiuer was incredulous, not expecting Luo Fancheng to really survive such a terrifying and peculiar heavenly punishment.

"Luckily, Aunt Su is fine, and my clothes are intact, or I'd have to bare it all in public." Luo Fancheng smiled lightly.

"Is that really the main concern?" Su Jiuer laughed through her tears, but quickly suppressed it, returning to her cool demeanor: "You, too reckless, nine-zhang-nine golden light was already great, don't be greedy."

"Yes, yes, Aunt Su is always right."

At this moment, Luo Fancheng dared not argue. This woman had spanked him plenty as a child, and he remembered it well, planning to get back at her someday with a little whip on her pert bottom.

However, after what just happened, it was impossible not to feel fear. But if top-tier fortune and a flawless celestial body could be easily struck down by heavenly punishment, the system might as well be returned as a counterfeit product.

What Luo Fancheng didn't know was that the heavenly punishment inadvertently erased the dragon aura from his Martial Soul awakening, or else countless old monsters would have swarmed in by now.

As the heavenly punishment's aura disappeared, the villagers gradually stood up, their vision restored.

When Long Tao saw Luo Fancheng still standing there, clothes intact, he stared wide-eyed as if seeing a ghost.

"You..."

"You're not dead?"

Luo Fancheng retorted: "Should I be dead?"

"No!"

Long Tao suddenly stomped his foot, charging forward aggressively, as Su Jiuer stepped aside to shield Luo Fancheng.

But Long Tao did something no one expected.

Under the blazing sun, he leaped high, skillfully sliding and kneeling on the ground, skidding to a stop in front of Luo Fancheng.

The move was seamless.

With a thud, he kowtowed loudly.

"Temple Deacon Long Tao, blind to your greatness, previously uttered a slew of filthy words, begging your forgiveness, I truly deserve to die!"

This scene left Su Jiuer at a loss.

I haven't even made a move, and you've already knelt?

The villagers gaped, their expressions comical. Damn! Is this still the same arrogant, flashy Long Tao from before?

Luo Fancheng himself was speechless, this guy was simply absurd.

As long as he knelt early enough, no one could knock him down before he did?

At this moment, everyone was curious about how Luo Fancheng would handle it.

Luo Fancheng spoke:

"Get up, small people have their own ways to survive. If you speak of righteousness and morality, you won't last long in a world where the weak are prey to the strong."

"But whether you act as a human or a dog, never forget your roots, don't forget where you came from."

"What! You're going to let me off so easily?"

Long Tao's body shook, eyes widening in realization, as if saying there was actually such a good thing after offending a big shot?

Then with a thud, he kowtowed again, blood streaming from his forehead, urgently saying:

"Why don't you chop off one of my hands, otherwise, letting me go like this, I won't feel at ease."

"You must have a serious brain problem." Luo Fancheng cursed, suddenly realizing this was no longer Earth. It wasn't that the other had a problem, but that the world in their eyes was inherently like this, where the strong preyed on the weak, and strength was revered.

The villagers watched in awe, feeling a mix of emotions, pain, and sorrow.

Indeed, as Long Tao said, facing them, the arrogant Temple Deacon, but when facing the strong and the talented, he was as humble as a Peke, too realistic.

At this moment, Luo Fancheng was determined to become stronger, only the strong have dignity; and if possible, he wanted to try and change the sick mindset of the people in this world.

Since he had such talent, he had to eat, flirt with girls, but also do something meaningful, to not waste his journey in this other world.

Long Tao eventually stood up, eyes filled with reverence, his heart extremely excited.

Golden light of thirty meters!

And the Martial Soul was a True Dragon!!

He had discovered such an unparalleled genius, now he too would rise to prominence.

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"Sir, I've already sent a message through special means, soon someone from the Temple will come to receive you."

Long Tao excitedly rubbed his hands, gesturing invitingly: "Let's test the specific grade of your Martial Soul now, the golden light might not be precise."

"Sure."

Luo Fancheng walked to the Bronze Pillar, injecting the soul power that appeared after his awakening.

"Swish!"

The Bronze Pillar vibrated, emitting brilliant light.

Single color, three colors.

Five colors.

Seven colors!

One after another, the lights emerged, and in an instant, the Bronze Pillar bloomed with nine colors.

"Nine-Colored Martial Soul, born ninth grade, supreme Martial Soul!" Long Tao stared intently, clenching his fists, filled with envy.

Everyone was shocked, waiting for something.

Sure enough, a mysterious and noble black-gold color rose from the nine-colored embrace, the Bronze Pillar radiating ten colors, illuminating all around.

"Legend says the ninth grade is the limit, the tenth grade..." Long Tao was speechless, unable to imagine how terrifying this Martial Soul must be.

Su Jiuer never imagined, a little husband fell from the sky, with such terrifying talent.

She went from being supported to seemingly becoming the one who supports.

Not long after, the space in Yun Village's square shattered, a portal appeared, and two figures emerged...