Douluo: I'm Invincible

Chapter 35: Stalking the Pervert Xie Xie?

For Nan Fusheng, although he could be considered familiar with the overall plot of Douluo Dalu, he hadn't yet mastered the details.

When he first read the novel, he merely skimmed through it, so many of the finer points remained unclear.

For example, he only had a general idea of how much Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline could enhance his body, or how powerfully it could suppress dragon-type spirits and spirit beasts. However, without seeing it in person, he still wasn't fully confident. He only knew that Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline could suppress any dragon-lineage in the Douluo Dalu world—except the Silver Dragon King.

Today, he had deliberately allowed things to play out, just to observe Tang Wulin's strength and limits. Otherwise, with his ability to steal consciousness, they could have easily won long ago.

For instance, when Zhang Yangzi and Wei Xiaofeng had besieged Xie Xie in the beginning, he could have simply stolen their consciousness at will. In the end, he only targeted Zhang Yangzi, giving Wei Xiaofeng the opportunity to come to the rescue.

Later, when Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi used their Spirit Fusion Technique, Nan Fusheng could have directly stolen their consciousness again. Though stealing the minds of two people during a Spirit Fusion seemed a little over-the-top, Nan Fusheng had a gut feeling—he could pull it off.

But, in order to witness Tang Wulin's power firsthand, he let the two injure Xie Xie, pushing Tang Wulin to erupt. In the end, the result met his expectations—but at poor Xie Xie's expense.

So what was the conclusion? Utterly absurd.

Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi, both great spirit masters, had activated a Spirit Fusion Technique. At that level, no ordinary soul master should have been able to resist. Even Spirit Elders would've struggled.

Yet Tang Wulin, a one-ring soul master, beat both of them. One had both legs broken, and the other's right arm shattered. It was terrifying.

At the same time, Nan Fusheng realized his own weaknesses through the battle. First: his physical fitness was lacking. While his current body was far above that of his peers, the future was uncertain.

After all, most of his physical improvement came from the advancement of "magic potions." His spirit wasn't a powerful beast-type spirit. Though he was more of a mage, he had a warrior's heart—he wanted to fight up close!

Second: his lack of offensive power. For now, most of his wins came from stealing others' consciousness and making them black out. But this was just an academy competition. On a real battlefield, things were chaotic and ever-changing. Relying solely on one trick could spell disaster.

Of course, that's assuming he only used the abilities he had revealed so far. If Nan Fusheng truly unleashed his full power, then—well, to put it bluntly, even killing Wu Changkong wouldn't be an issue.

That is, if he used "Source Castle" and his three uniquenesses.

Why Wu Changkong? Because so far, Wu Changkong was the strongest spirit master Nan Fusheng had encountered.

Naturally, even though he could defeat a Soul Emperor, Nan Fusheng wouldn't take such reckless action unless it was absolutely necessary. Using the Source Castle and uniquenesses carried a tremendous burden on his spirit.

"As for offensive strength, there's no need to rush. Soul devices can fill the gap for now. Once the 'magic potion' is upgraded again, attack power will naturally follow. But I still want Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King god core..."

Calm down. Nan Fusheng patted his face to settle himself. Attacking Tang Wulin now would be foolish. The consciousness of Tang San inside him alone would be enough to give Nan Fusheng a hard time.

Not to mention the challenges that lay ahead—the further into the story he went, the more his foresight advantage would vanish. He was still too weak. He needed to lean on the plot a while longer.

Nan Fusheng began meditating, entering a deep state where both mind and world were forgotten.

By the time he awoke, the sky had only just begun to lighten.

"My spirit power is already at level 17. I wonder what soul skill my second soul will bring me?"

He stretched his arms and clenched his fists. His soul was different from others'. Maybe because it was defective... or perhaps because its consciousness had been replaced by his. Either way, while he could cultivate to raise its age, it couldn't provide multiple spirit rings like a normal soul.

Which meant Nan Fusheng would need to absorb around nine different souls.

"That's fine. It's just like in the ancient days when soul masters hunted spirit beasts with every breakthrough. And these souls don't have consciousness—at least it's quieter that way."

Nan Fusheng glanced at Wang Ba and the others, still asleep. Ever since he had retrieved the Time Worm from them, their motivation for cultivation had slowly faded.

"Yep, I really am a good person. I only parasitized them so they'd take cultivation seriously. Otherwise, with their personalities, they probably wouldn't have even bothered practicing during their first few days here."

Realizing once again how noble he was, Nan Fusheng left the dormitory alone. As he passed the playground, though, he noticed—a pervert? Stalking someone? Wait—no, that's just Xie Xie!

At the time, Xie Xie's arms were still wrapped in bandages, and he was smiling as he looked ahead.

Nan Fusheng followed his gaze and saw Tang Wulin running alongside an upperclassman girl he hadn't seen before.

She was a slender girl, around fourteen or fifteen, her figure already beginning to develop. Dressed in pink sportswear that highlighted her graceful curves, her snow-white skin glowed under the early sun. Her long blue hair was pulled into a neat ponytail, and a white towel rested on her elegant neck.

She was stunning—delicate features, big, luminous eyes. With the sunrise lighting her up, she looked as if bathed in golden light.

Nan Fusheng watched as Tang Wulin jogged slowly behind her. Even after they finished running and said goodbye, Tang Wulin kept staring at her departing figure, dazed and smitten.

Then, the "pervert"—no, Xie Xie—stepped in to bring him back to reality. He explained that the girl was none other than the top beauty of the Intermediate Division: Ouyang Zixin.

Nan Fusheng didn't interrupt the two as they chatted. He headed straight for the cafeteria—after all, food was the priority.

"But... if Xie Xie's behavior just now counts as stalking..."

"Then what about me? Am I a pervert who stalks the pervert?"

Nan Fusheng shook his head, clearing the thought from his mind. Whatever guilt he had felt earlier for betraying Xie Xie? Gone. That is—if he had actually felt guilty at all.

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