Volume One, Chapter Six: Douluo Pill? Not Yet for Personal Use!

At the tense moment when swords were drawn, Chen Yong confidently made his move! In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Fang Yuan, his hand gathering his strongest soul skill—the eighth soul technique!

“Die, scum!” With a furious shout from Chen Yong, a dark energy blade, like a streak of night light, sliced through the air, aiming straight for Fang Yuan’s heart. He showed no mercy; his first strike was his most powerful.

Yet, just as the energy blade was about to pierce Fang Yuan’s heart, an unexpected change occurred. Ripples of faint golden light suddenly radiated around Fang Yuan’s body. The energy blade, upon touching these ripples, vanished without a trace, as if swallowed by the void.

“How is this possible!” Chen Yong’s face turned pale with shock. Before he could react, a cold smile curled on Fang Yuan’s lips, filled with triumph.

Having already slain two titled Douluo, Fang Yuan didn’t mind adding one more to the count. Killing a third would only strengthen his reputation.

“What’s impossible? It’s you who is foolish—an ant trying to shake a tree! Truly reckless!” Fang Yuan smiled faintly. His words sent a chill down Chen Yong’s spine. In that moment of Chen Yong’s distraction, Fang Yuan reached out and placed his hand on the crown of Chen Yong’s head.

Instantly, Chen Yong felt his soul pierced by thousands of tiny needles all at once, unbearable agony flooding him. His eyes shifted from shock to despair.

The cold smile on Fang Yuan’s lips deepened. He whispered, “The grass here is especially smooth today. Do you know why?”

Chen Yong, now terrified beyond reason, trembled as he replied, “I don’t know. Spare my life! I won’t dare offend you again.”

“Because there are no stones,” Fang Yuan said icily. “Brother, die for me.” With those words, his hands clenched, instantly crushing Chen Yong’s skull. Blood splattered as the newly minted Douluo of the Spirit Hall met a gruesome end at Fang Yuan’s hands—no fierce battle, only a merciless slaughter.

The Spirit Hall members were utterly shocked. This lowly-born named Fang Yuan, lacking any soul power, had consecutively slain three of their titled Douluo. Anyone else would have thought it a joke, but this horrifying scene unfolded right before their eyes.

The soul masters stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they saw. Their hearts pounded violently, as if about to burst from their chests.

The ruthless aura emanating from Fang Yuan swept through them like an invisible tsunami, paralyzing their nerves. They gaped in silence, unable to utter a sound, watching Fang Yuan stand like a grim reaper beside Chen Yong’s corpse, surrounded by an aura that chilled the soul.

He seemed like a death god sent from heaven!

This was the thought burning in everyone’s mind. All were cowed by Fang Yuan’s power. Even those who had refused to kneel before now swallowed hard, abandoning their stubborn pride. Before them lay a living example: Chen Yong, though just promoted to Douluo, had yet to enjoy glory before Fang Yuan crushed his head without leaving a trace, his death so horrific it chilled the blood.

“Now they should be convinced. I can finally control the situation with ease,” Fang Yuan sighed inwardly. He even felt a strange gratitude toward Chen Yong—had it not been for his sudden breakthrough to Douluo, Fang Yuan might still be in deep trouble. Perhaps he should have at least left Chen Yong’s body intact.

Straightening his back, Fang Yuan looked down on the crowd. His dark eyes sent shivers down their spines, like the gaze of death itself. Then he spoke:

“Members of the Spirit Hall, another of your Douluo just caused trouble and sought to provoke me. I had no choice but to kill him. You have no objections, right?”

His words echoed over the empty grassland. The Spirit Hall members exchanged glances, no one dared answer. Anyone who spoke would surely be held accountable later—punished harshly.

Only the Saintess Huliena stepped forward, her voice weary but resolute:

“We have no objections. Indeed, Chen Yong provoked you. Your killing him is reasonable. The Spirit Hall does not bully others.”

“Well said. I, Fang Yuan, am not one who enjoys slaughter. Let this matter rest. The score between me and the Spirit Hall is wiped clean. I have only one request.” Fang Yuan raised a finger, his expression calm. “I ask that all of you vanish from my sight within ten breaths, or you know what will happen.”

At these words, the already faltering Spirit Hall soul masters erupted into chaos. They unleashed their most hidden soul skills, desperate to flee this trouble. Even Huliena abandoned her saintly image and fled with the crowd.

Within merely five breaths, the once crowded grassland emptied, leaving only Fang Yuan and two companions. The danger had finally passed.

[Notification! Host has completed the task: Rescue Tang San and Xiao Wu.]

[Reward: One Douluo Pill.]

[Douluo Pill: Consuming this pill grants immediate promotion to Douluo, bypassing level restrictions. Any with soul power may consume it (host excluded).]

The system panel appeared before Fang Yuan again.

“What! Such a precious Douluo Pill can’t even be used by me? What kind of nonsense is this? Then what use is it to me?” Fang Yuan frowned deeply, a hint of frustration flashing across his face. Such a treasure—how could he let others use it? He’d rather it be useless in his hands.

Yet, on second thought, something is better than nothing. Even a worthless treasure remains a treasure.

Composing himself, Fang Yuan noticed Tang San and Xiao Wu standing beside him. Though Fang Yuan’s strength now surpassed Douluo, Tang San alone could still easily thrash him, since Fang Yuan truly was just an ordinary man without soul power.

“Fang Yuan, thank you for saving Xiao Wu and me this time. If you don’t mind, I’d like to swear brotherhood with you—not to be born the same day, but to die the same day. What do you think?” Tang San looked at Fang Yuan eagerly, eyes devoid of true brotherly affection, more like a wolf feigning friendliness, hoping to latch onto Fang Yuan’s power.

Fang Yuan smirked playfully and replied coldly, “I think I’ll pass. You betrayed Xiao Wu just to save your skin. If one day I fall, you might even kick me when I’m down. Since I’m feeling generous now, you can leave immediately.”

“You!” Tang San’s face flushed with anger and embarrassment, but faced with Fang Yuan’s overwhelming strength, he dared not speak. He glared fiercely, then reached to hold Xiao Wu’s hand.

Yet Xiao Wu lightly sidestepped Tang San’s grasp. Her beautiful eyes met his, filled with complexity and resolve.

“Third brother,” she said softly, “this is the last time I’ll call you that. From now on, we owe each other nothing.”