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7.47% Douluo: Rebirth of Yuhao, they all have ulterior motives. / Chapter 7: Chapter 7: Fooling Others is One Thing

Bab 7: Chapter 7: Fooling Others is One Thing

After the fall of the Spirit Hall thousands of years ago, the two great empires attempted free spirit awakenings for a while, but they gave up after a few years.

The reason was that it was a thankless task. Although soul masters could indeed play a greater role in wars, the probability of awakening someone with innate soul power from ordinary people was pitifully low.

In the year Tang San awakened his spirit in his previous life, only he and Xiao Wu were admitted to Nuoding Academy as work-study students from the surrounding villages. Xiao Wu was a 100,000-year-old soul beast, and Tang San's father, Tang Hao, was a Title Douluo, his mother was also a 100,000-year soul beast, and with the help of Xuantian Skill, they were far from being ordinary civilians.

Among true commoners, the chances of one out of twenty awakening with innate soul power were something to pray for.

This was the first problem: the percentage of those who could awaken innate soul power was too low. Without innate soul power, awakening a spirit was pointless, as the combat effectiveness of those without it was no different from ordinary people.

The second issue was that even if someone did awaken with innate soul power, their future prospects were limited.

Soul master talent, like spirits, is hereditary. If two ordinary civilians without soul power had children, unless there was a spirit mutation, their innate soul power wouldn't be high.

With such widespread talent at only level one or two of innate soul power, it was entirely predictable that these individuals would reach only one or two rings at most.

You must know, a thousand years ago, the Grandmaster was the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's leader. Despite being part of such a powerful sect, even they couldn't use resources to raise his half-level innate soul power to that of a Soul Elder. In comparison, other commoners without the backing of a sect would achieve far less.

A Grandmaster at level twenty-nine struggled to fight a hundred-year-old soul beast. In war, such a person would hardly compare to well-trained soldiers, and their spirits, varying so widely in type, wouldn't mesh well in teamwork.

A group of one hundred Soul Kings might match a force of several thousand soldiers, but a group of one hundred Great Soul Masters would be practically useless.

Thirdly, soul masters didn't necessarily follow orders.

The two great empires conducted free spirit awakenings to prepare for war, but soul masters didn't necessarily join the army. To make them fight, the cost was far higher than for regular soldiers, further diminishing the benefits of free spirit awakenings.

For all these reasons, the two great empires naturally gave up on mass spirit awakenings like the Spirit Hall once conducted.

However, to completely shut off the path to becoming a soul master might cause unrest among the commoners. Thus, the practice of charging for spirit awakenings was born.

By setting the price of this seemingly necessary service at a level that required most people to scrimp and save for a long time, the empires could greatly reduce dissent and divide the commoners.

Whenever someone voiced opposition to the high costs of awakening, another group that had already paid for the service would jump in to criticize them. After all, they had already paid. If the price dropped, wouldn't they feel like they'd been cheated?

The moment they compromised, their stance had already shifted.

To make it easier for the nobility and royal families to control the soul master population, two methods of free spirit awakenings remained: joining the nobility as a servant or joining the military.

Even so, a considerable number of commoners never awakened their spirits. Among them were children like Tang San, blessed with extraordinary parents, or those whose parents were deceased, and grandparents were bedridden. In some remote villages, such situations weren't uncommon. The burden of supporting the family fell entirely on the children, leaving them unable to leave for a few days to travel to town for spirit awakenings.

Of course, none of this concerned Tang San at the moment. His mood wasn't great.

In his past life, he never would have imagined that he would be reborn, and that even a simple spirit awakening would be a struggle.

Becoming a servant for a noble or joining the military was out of the question. The only option left was paying for an awakening, but relying on his father for money was impossible. He had to find a way to earn it himself.

Thinking of this made him feel irritated. His current body was much weaker than in his past life. Although his spirit hadn't been awakened, he could vaguely sense that his innate soul power was only at level one or two. Starting Xuantian Skill training at the age of six was already late, and now he had to divide his attention between training and earning money.

Fortunately, after his previous life's experiences, his understanding of Xuantian Skill had improved. Living in a big city now, he could buy some medicinal herbs to help with cultivation, speeding things up a bit.

"There are no useless spirits, only useless soul masters!"

At that moment, his teacher's teachings from a thousand years ago echoed in his mind, like a shot of adrenaline, reigniting his fighting spirit.

So what if he was reborn? Tang San would still reach the pinnacle of the world!

Though all this was caused by Huo Yuhao, seeking revenge wasn't as important as becoming a god again. Even if he did avenge himself, without a god's position, his lifespan would only be a few hundred years. That was unacceptable to him.

Even if he had the thought, he had no idea how to become a god again.

After all, in the Douluo Plane, the path to godhood had been controlled by none other than his previous self. It was impossible to ascend through normal means.

What was he going to do? Reveal his identity to the Tang San in the God Realm, hoping he would pass down his god position?

The moment that thought appeared in his mind, Tang San dismissed it. Ridiculous! Although he pretended to be righteous on the surface, claiming that managing the God Realm was tiring and that he wanted to pass on his position, that was just to fool others. He couldn't fool himself.

Forget the Asura God position—he wouldn't even give up the Sea God position.

If the Tang San in the God Realm knew that he was his future self, he would stop at nothing to ensure he died in the lower realm. He would never tolerate the existence of another version of himself.

Tang San didn't know if he could return to his original timeline, but he doubted it. He had to prepare for the possibility of staying in this timeline forever.

If he became a god, could he really stand by and watch another version of himself get intimate with Xiao Wu?

Impossible.

He would never share Xiao Wu with anyone, not even his former self. From the beginning, he and the Tang San in the God Realm were never on the same side.

To become a god and reclaim Xiao Wu, he would have to kill the Tang San in this world's God Realm and take his place.

With that thought, Tang San looked inward at his spiritual space. Seeing a golden trident quietly floating there, his irritation grew.

Before his rebirth, in his battle with Huo Yuhao, his Asura God power had been completely depleted, forcing him to temporarily swap god positions with Xiao Wu. As a result, he entered the time-space turbulence as the Sea God, and the Golden Trident had reincarnated with his soul.

If he had known, he would have brought the Asura God position with him. Then, perhaps, he would have the more powerful Asura Sword.

But what was done was done, and there was no use complaining. Even with this divine tool, he didn't dare use it recklessly. If the Tang San in the God Realm discovered that he also had a trident, the worst-case scenario would be him realizing his identity.

Even though the God Realm's rules wouldn't allow Tang San to openly attack him, he would find other ways to deal with him. Until Tang San could truly protect himself, he wouldn't use this divine tool.

(END CHAPTER)


Bab 8: Chapter 8: A Mother’s Limit

In the Duke's mansion, a small figure weaved through the servants' quarters, ignoring the malicious and gloating looks thrown his way.

As he neared the woodshed at the back, Huo Yuhao's heart began pounding uncontrollably, and his pace quickened.

Soon, behind a low wall, he spotted a figure sitting on a small stool washing clothes. The figure seemed to hear the commotion and instinctively turned to look.

Although she appeared somewhat haggard, her graceful features were still unmistakable. Her brows and eyes radiated a gentle and delicate beauty, but the next second, they were filled with horror.

"Yuhao!"

Seeing Huo Yuhao covered in blood, the woman screamed in fright, dropping the half-washed clothes and stumbling toward him.

Looking at that familiar face, Huo Yuhao's throat tightened, and he choked out a soft murmur.

"Mom…"

"I'm here, Yuhao, don't be scared, Mom's here."

Huo Yun'er raised her hand, wanting to check on Huo Yuhao's injuries, but the sight of the blood made her hesitate, afraid that she might hurt him by accident.

"Yuhao, where are you hurt? Let Mom see."

Huo Yun'er, at a loss, kept murmuring reassurances, her eyes brimming with anxious tears.

"Mom, I'm fine, really. Look."

Huo Yuhao forced a smile, lifting his sleeve to reveal his uninjured arm, then raised his shirt, spinning around as if to show off.

Huo Yun'er was momentarily stunned. Then she rushed forward, examining him thoroughly. Only after a long while did she let out a sigh of relief, her entire body relaxing. Just as Huo Yuhao was about to speak, she pulled him into a tight embrace.

"Thank goodness… I was so scared…"

Hearing the sobs in his mother's voice, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but sniffle, his eyes softening as he gently comforted her.

"Mom, I told you I'm fine…"

After some time, Huo Yun'er finally calmed down. She wiped her tears and, though her voice was still a little hoarse, she looked seriously at Huo Yuhao.

"Yuhao, tell Mom, what happened?"

"I'm not quite sure myself…"

Huo Yuhao shook his head and began recounting his experience.

"When I awakened my martial soul earlier, it showed that I had innate soul power. I was so excited to tell you, but on the way, I was grabbed by a strange man in a black robe. He dragged me through the side gate into the woods outside the Duke's mansion."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yun'er's expression tightened. "What happened next?"

Huo Yuhao took out a white tiger dagger, still stained with a bit of blood, and spoke in a low voice.

"I was terrified. When he wasn't paying attention, I stabbed him with this dagger. His neck started bleeding, and he lost his grip on me. He tried to grab me again but soon collapsed. I didn't dare stay, so I ran back."

After hearing Huo Yuhao's explanation, Huo Yun'er calmed down a bit, relieved that she had sent him with the dagger for his martial soul awakening. Then, as if realizing something, she asked again.

"Yuhao, aside from the black robe, did that person have any distinguishing features?"

"Yes."

Huo Yuhao nodded immediately, half recalling as he spoke, relieved that his mother was the one to bring it up. He had planned to tell her anyway, but now it was easier.

"I noticed that the man was wearing white armor underneath his black robe. When I slashed at him in panic, the robe tore, and I saw that the armor on his shoulder had a tiger's head emblem."

Upon hearing about the white armor, Huo Yun'er felt a sense of dread. When Huo Yuhao mentioned the tiger emblem, it was as if she had been struck by lightning. Her heart even skipped a beat.

"White Tiger Guards…"

She had thought it might have been the Duchess's doing, but to think it was the White Tiger Duke's personal guards—those loyal only to the Duke himself!

Now the truth was laid bare, and there was no denying it.

The last time the White Tiger Guards had been in the Duke's mansion was before Huo Yuhao was born. His description of their armor was completely accurate—something only someone who had seen them would know.

"Mom, what are the White Tiger Guards?"

Huo Yun'er pressed her lips together, a look of sorrow on her face as she gently stroked Huo Yuhao's head.

"It's nothing… Mom misspoke."

How could she explain that the people who had abducted and nearly killed him were his father's personal guards? How could she tell him that his own father might have ordered it?

She had always believed that Duke Dai Hao was ignorant of their suffering, deceived by the Duchess. It was this belief that had allowed her to endure all the hardship, always hoping for the day when the truth would come to light.

She hadn't stayed at the Duke's mansion for wealth or status, but for the hope that her son might one day have a better future. Life outside the mansion wasn't much better, and she believed that if Dai Hao ever found out about his son, Yuhao could at least live a comfortable life, far better than struggling outside on his own.

But now, with the White Tiger Guards involved, her last shred of hope was shattered. Dai Hao had likely known about Yuhao all along and had allowed the Duchess to suppress them. Worse still, upon discovering Yuhao's mediocre talent after his martial soul awakening, Dai Hao had chosen to eliminate him.

There was a slight possibility that the Duchess had impersonated the White Tiger Guards to deceive her. But could she really gamble with her son's life? Besides, forging or stealing the armor of the White Tiger Guards was a serious crime. Would the Duchess dare risk Dai Hao's wrath for such a scheme?

If this truly was Dai Hao's doing, Yuhao would face utter annihilation.

She could endure suffering for her son's future, and even die for him if needed, but now that someone had tried to harm her child, it had crossed the line. No mother could tolerate such a thing.

Huo Yun'er took a deep breath, her gaze growing resolute as she looked at Huo Yuhao, forcing a smile.

"Yuhao, let's leave the Duke's mansion, okay? We won't wait for your father anymore. Let's find a new place and start over."

"Wherever Mom goes, I'll go."

The boy's voice rang clear, and he raised his hand to gently hold Huo Yun'er's thin fingers. His youthful face seemed to mature by several years in that moment as he spoke earnestly.

"From now on, I'll protect you, Mom."

(End of Chapter)


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