As long as his plant domain was active, Yunchuan was virtually unkillable.
Within his domain, he could instantly shift his physical body to any plant nearby, achieving instantaneous teleportation. Any injury inflicted on his body could be redirected to one of the surrounding plants. He could even siphon vitality from them to heal himself.
In short, unless someone could completely wipe out every single plant in his domain and land a single, fatal blow on his true body, killing Yunchuan was almost impossible. And even if the plants were destroyed, he could still continue generating more—limitlessly.
Once the domain was fully deployed, taking his life became a near-insurmountable task. The only options were to kill him before he could activate his domain... or strike with a devastating attack that could wipe out everything within a 300-meter radius instantly—plants, body, everything.
But how many people could perform such an overwhelming attack in a single strike?
Sure, maybe a few top-tier Titled Douluo had that level of destructive power—but Yunchuan wasn't done growing. His domain was still in its early stages. That 300-meter radius was only the beginning. As he grew stronger, that range would expand exponentially.
Someday, if his plant domain could cover the entire Star Dou Forest—or even the whole continent... or the entire planet—then even the gods descending from the heavens would have to think twice before opposing him.
Yunchuan hadn't expected the Plant Goddess Martial Soul—which first appeared like a mere support-type spirit—to have such overwhelming potential. If he developed it properly, its possibilities were limitless.
…
After exploring the basics of his domain, Yunchuan slowly opened his eyes—only to find a pair of beautiful, violet eyes filled with worry gazing back at him. That breathtaking face could only belong to one person.
"Mom? What's wrong?" he asked instinctively.
"Chuan'er," Bibi Dong said gently, "what happened just now?" She had sensed the domain erupting from him moments earlier, which had shocked her—but as a mother, her primary concern was always her child's safety.
"I'm fine," Yunchuan replied, warmth blooming in his heart. He smiled. "I just discovered my martial soul has a domain... so I tried activating it by instinct."
Unlike the average soul masters, those from major clans or powerful factions like the Spirit Hall had unquestionable advantages. They possessed centuries of accumulated knowledge—insights, secrets, training techniques that ordinary people would never even know existed.
From the time he was barely two years old, Yunchuan had been learning to read and write, and the doors of the Spirit Hall's archive had been open to him. His foundation in soul master theory was so solid that some academy instructors would seem amateur by comparison. After all, school-taught knowledge was standard fare. The real elite secrets were tightly guarded by the great sects and clans.
That's why Yunchuan couldn't help but scoff at how the original Douluo Dalu story portrayed Yu Xiaogang.
So-called "invincible theory"? Please.
Most of his theories were stuff the noble clans had already figured out long ago. They just didn't bother to share it. In their eyes, the so-called Grandmaster was little more than a clown spouting hand-me-down wisdom and acting like he'd discovered gold.
He remembered reading Douluo fanfics where transmigrated protagonists would all run off to worship Yu Xiaogang, thinking his theories were unmatched. Now, he couldn't help but laugh.
'That guy's theories are as useful as a hammer in a sponge fight. Seriously—does anyone really believe his patchwork methods are better than centuries of accumulated family research?'
The "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls?" If they were that effective, why couldn't he even break through level 30?
Spotting problems is fine. But can you solve them? If you can, then sure—you deserve the title of Grandmaster. But in the original, Yu Xiaogang slogged through life doing what? Farting, basically. His Martial Soul's capability was as impressive as his personality: all gas, no gain. Literally and figuratively, he just stank.
'Let's be honest—if Tang San didn't have plot armor and secret martial arts from a whole other world, he'd have been deadweight under that so-called mentor long ago. All those fan protagonists dying to become his disciples… what were they thinking?'
…
Eager to show off what he'd discovered about his domain, Yunchuan couldn't hold back his excitement. It was like a kid getting a cool new toy and wanting to show it to his mom.
Bibi Dong, of course, agreed, intrigued to see what his domain was fully capable of. She wanted to use this opportunity to observe and assess his potential more clearly—this could help guide his training path.
So she turned to Chrysanthemum Douluo and gave a nod.
Chrysanthemum Douluo—real name Yue Guan—was a veteran elder of the Spirit Hall, a level 94 Titled Douluo bearing the title "Chrysanthemum." His symbol, the golden chrysanthemum, was emblazoned upon the Pope's decree.
Though he appeared in his forties, Yue Guan was over eighty at least. Loyal to Bibi Dong's faction, he and Ghost Douluo could perform a powerful Martial Soul Fusion Technique together. They were her strongest subordinates—her left and right hands in battle.
The mere fact that Bibi Dong had brought them both along on this soul ring hunt showed just how deeply she doted on Yunchuan.
"All right, Little Chuan," Yue Guan said with a smile, stepping into an open space. "Go ahead. Release your domain—attack me if you can."
"Elder Chrysanthemum," Yunchuan said with a respectful nod, "then please forgive my offense."
With that, he closed his eyes. An intangible force surged outward from his body, expanding like a ripple through the forest.
As the plant domain unfurled…
Yue Guan, along with Bibi Dong and Ghost Douluo observing from a distance, suddenly noticed something strange—Yunchuan's presence vanished.
He was standing right there. But if they tried sensing him with spiritual power, it was as if he had merged with the forest itself.
"No… he hasn't disappeared," Yue Guan muttered to himself. "He's merged with the surrounding flora."
And just as the domain bloomed to its full extent, covering a 300-meter radius, Yunchuan's small figure flickered—and vanished on the spot.
"Oh?" Yue Guan's eyes lit with admiration. "So within the domain, he can teleport at will… Not bad. Not bad at all."
To merge his aura entirely with the plant life, to move silently and instantly within the domain's range—this alone made Yunchuan's domain an unprecedented defensive miracle.
In terms of survival, there may be no stronger ability than this.
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