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"The first ring in a millennium? That's utterly delusional! This must be a lie fabricated by someone to grab attention, or a misinterpretation of some kind of illusion!"
He stood up, walked to the bookshelf, and ran his fingers over the manuscripts he had copied himself.
His tone grew increasingly firm:
"My theory of martial spirits cannot possibly be wrong!"
Chapter 42 Baisha Village
Time slips away silently through our fingers like fine sand.
Apart from a very few people who still keep an eye on him in secret, "Lord Mirror," who once rose to fame in the Soul Arena, has been silent for a long time and has gradually faded from the public eye.
Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.
His name and the rumors surrounding him were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake; they initially created ripples, but eventually faded into silence, and no one mentioned them again.
Western part of the Heavenly Dou Empire, Hanhai City.
This largest coastal port city in the Douluo Continent is bathed in scorching sunshine and salty sea breezes all day long.
Outside the city, there are many villages that rely on the sea for their livelihood.
Baisha Village is one of them.
On the beach in Baisha Village in the afternoon, the blazing sun made the soft sand scorching hot.
Several children, around five or six years old, were playing and frolicking. Their skin had a healthy tan from years of sun exposure.
The children, divided into two teams, were facing each other with a white fishing net stretched between them, vigorously hitting an inflatable ball.
"I'll take it! I'll catch it!"
"Pass the ball! Pass it to me!"
"Hey idiot! Why did you pass it to the other side?!"
"Hey! Catch!"
The children were shouting and playing, sweating profusely.
"Alright, take this! Meteor Strike!"
A little girl with two small pigtails and skin noticeably fairer than the children around her suddenly jumped up.
The little hand accurately patted the ball falling from the air and forcefully slapped it towards the open space opposite.
The ball hit the beach at high speed, leaving a shallow crater before bouncing high into the air.
"Yay! We won!" The girl's team cheered excitedly.
The children opposite looked dejected.
One boy couldn't help but mutter, "It's not fair! Your team has Yao'er! She's worth three of us by herself!"
The winning child made a smug face: "Hehehe, you're not convinced? Who told you to lose at rock-paper-scissors?"
Just then, an old yet magnetic voice rang out: "Children, the sun is blazing, it's time to go home for lunch!"
Everyone turned to look and saw the old village chief of Baisha Village standing under the shade of a tree not far away, waving at them.
"Yes, Grandpa Village Chief!" the children replied in unison.
Several little boys huddled together, whispering and pushing each other.
Finally, they pushed out a boy who looked rather chubby.
They called out to the girls who were about to leave together, "Hey—Yao'er! Wait a minute! Xiaohu has something to tell you!"
The girls stopped and turned around curiously.
Dongfang Yao blinked her big eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"
The boys chuckled softly, then nudged the boy named Xiaohu, whispering encouragement, "Quick, say it, Xiaohu! Go!"
Little Tiger took a deep breath, his dark face turning bright red.
He rushed to Dongfang Yao in one stride, bent down at a ninety-degree angle, closed his eyes, and shouted:
"Yao'er! I... I like you! My martial soul awakening is in a few days. If I have soul power and become a soul master, would you be willing to be with me?"
"Wow—" The boys immediately burst into cheers.
The girls also widened their eyes in surprise.
His gaze shifted back and forth between Xiao Hu, who was confessing his feelings, and Dongfang Yao, who looked completely bewildered.
Without hesitation, Dongfang Yao also bowed slightly, her voice clear and direct: "Thank you, Xiaohu. But I'm sorry, I don't like you."
"Do not--!!!"
Little Tiger was struck dumb, letting out a pitiful howl.
He froze on the spot, as if petrified.
The boys around him laughed gleefully, grabbing handfuls of sand and throwing them at him, covering him from head to toe.
It felt as if I was being drenched in a "heartbreaking sandstorm".
The old village chief walked over with a smile to smooth things over: "Alright, alright, stop fooling around, everyone go home now."
He patted the dejected Little Tiger on the shoulder and teased, "Little Tiger, if you want to be with Yao'er, you'll have to ask her brother if he agrees first!"
"Village chief, please stop teasing me. The children are just playing around."
A clear, slightly magnetic voice, tinged with laughter, came from behind the village chief.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man walking slowly towards them.
He was about ten years old, with a tall and straight posture, and already showed signs of being handsome and refined.
Her rare silver short hair fluttered slightly in the sea breeze, making her purple eyes even more striking.
Two years of living by the sea did not darken Dongfang Jing's complexion; instead, it made her skin appear even more radiant. Her expression was more composed and reserved than it had been two years prior.
"Brother!" As soon as Dongfang Yao saw him, she immediately ran towards him like a happy little bird, hopping and skipping.
There were still grains of sand on their faces and little feet.
With a gentle smile in his eyes, Dongfang Jing naturally knelt down, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the sand from his sister's face and feet, asking softly:
Is beach volleyball fun?
"This is so much fun! You're a genius, brother! Your inventions are the most fun ever!"
Dongfang Yao nodded vigorously, her big eyes filled with admiration.
Dongfang Jing smiled slightly, helped the little girl put on the sandals that were placed to the side, and then stood up and said to the old village chief:
"Village chief, I'll take Yao'er back first. We'll meet in a few days."
Before he could finish speaking, the old village chief nodded knowingly and replied kindly, "I understand, I understand. Take Yao'er back for dinner now."
Dongfang Jing nodded in greeting and took his sister's hand.
Amidst the furtive, blushing gazes of a group of little girls,
They walked toward their temporary home in the village.
Two years ago, the brother and sister arrived in Hanhai City.
At Dongfang Yao's request to "experience a different life,"
They did not choose to live in the bustling city.
Instead, they settled in a remote village outside the city, a place with beautiful scenery and simple, honest people.
The old village chief of Baisha Village was a kind and generous man. He did not ask too many questions about their origins and gladly accepted them.
He only told Dongfang Jing that many people in the village were outsiders, each with their own story.
He eventually married and had children here, settling down in peace and contentment.
The brother and sister have lived here for two years and have long since integrated into the daily life of the village.
Life in the village was peaceful and tranquil, free from the bloodshed and violence of the outside world.
There were only petty squabbles and laughter among neighbors.
This, on the contrary, exudes a strong sense of everyday life.
Their dwellings looked no different from other houses from the outside, though somewhat simple.
But Dongfang Jing, who possessed a large sum of money, naturally wouldn't let his sister suffer.
He specially purchased a set of exquisite and comfortable furniture from the city to decorate his sister's room in a warm and unique way.
As for the living room, it remains unchanged, simple and unadorned.
After all, it's best not to flaunt your wealth and to be cautious.
Of course, while living in seclusion in Baisha Village,
Dongfang Jing has never let his guard down.
He frequently sneaked into Hanhai City to gather information on the movements of various major powers.
Especially the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Spirit Hall.
However, two years have passed.
These two major powers seem to have completely lost interest in him.
They didn't send anyone to track me down at all! Not even a trace of me!
This situation suited Dongfang Jing perfectly; he couldn't be undisturbed.
In this way, he will have more time to devote to cultivation.
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Chapter 43 Mirror Body Shatters Soul!