Douluo Continent, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
As night fell, the sky was adorned with countless stars.
In a quiet corner unnoticed by anyone, two small figures huddled together, their expressions filled with caution.
The delicate, pink-haired loli spoke softly, her eyes brimming with anticipation, her voice carrying a hint of unnoticed coquetry.
"Brother Gu Feng, can you take me with you this time you run away from home? I don't want to stay in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School either."
The black-haired youth gently shook his head and reached out to ruffle the loli's pink hair. "Rong Rong, be good. This time, I'm not going out to fool around."
"Fine," the pink-haired loli pouted, her lips so high they could almost hang a vinegar bottle.
The youth hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "By the way, Rong Rong, I've taken the gold card from you. If Uncle Ning asks where the money went, just tell him you spent it all on candy, okay?"
The pink-haired loli nodded vigorously, her face serious, and she vowed earnestly, "Okay, I'll definitely tell Dad that."
"Brother Gu Feng, goodbye!"
"Goodbye, Rong Rong."
Under the cover of night, the youth's figure gradually faded into the distance.
...
The night was deep.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was silent. Ning Fengzhi frowned, his face filled with helplessness as he looked at Gu Rong and spoke slowly, "Uncle Gu, the scouts just reported that Feng has left. Are you really not going to check on him?"
They were grandfather and grandson, yet because of the matter of absorbing Soul Rings, things had come to this.
Sometimes, Ning Fengzhi truly didn't want to be the sect leader anymore. It was too exhausting.
Not only did he have to manage the daily lives of over a thousand people in the sect, but now he also had to deal with family conflicts.
Upon hearing this, Gu Rong flew into a rage, waving his hand furiously. "Hmph, let him go! If he leaves, he better not come back! I, Gu Rong, don't have such a disobedient grandson!"
Oh? Really giving up on his grandson?
Someone was the first to doubt it.
Chen Xin, standing nearby, curled his lips slightly and teased softly, "Fengzhi, Old Bone just has a temper. Once he cools down, it'll be fine."
"Besides, I actually think Feng's idea isn't bad. You've taken the path of space, so why can't he take the path of the undead?"
Hearing this, Gu Rong became even more furious. He slammed the table, causing the tea set on it to shake violently, and glared at Chen Xin. "You old swordman! He's not your grandson, so of course you don't care! It's easy for you to talk without feeling the pain!"
At this point, Gu Rong's emotions were stirred, and his voice trembled slightly. "You don't understand. The Bone Dragon Spirit inherently belongs to the undead attribute. The spatial ability is just an additional feature."
"But how terrifying the uncontrollable nature of the undead attribute is, you don't know, but I understand it best!"
"When I was young, I almost couldn't resist the temptation of that power. Feng is still young. If he also fails to resist the temptation and goes astray, how could I face his deceased parents?"
Hearing this, both Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin fell silent.
Indeed, even the renowned Bone Douluo of the continent had almost succumbed to the temptation of the undead power.
Yet they believed a mere teenager could resist it?
It was truly laughable.
Ning Fengzhi furrowed his brows and said, "Uncle Gu, since things have come to this, let's just trust Feng'er. After all, I've sent shadow guards to follow him. If anything goes wrong, I'll notify you immediately."
Gu Rong sighed helplessly, "Sigh, I suppose that's the only option now."
Chen Xin, with practiced ease, slung his arm around Gu Rong's neck and chuckled, "Old Bone, relax. Feng'er is a clever kid; nothing will happen to him. If anyone dares to lay a finger on him, my sword will be the first to deal with them."
Upon hearing this, Gu Rong immediately straightened his back and snorted, "Hmph, as if it's your place! That's my own grandson; if anyone's going to protect him, it'll be me! Outsiders need not interfere."
"You old bone, always so competitive. What, haven't you had enough of being beaten up?"
"What, you think you can take me? If you're so confident, why don't you go have a kid of your own! Oh wait, at your age, you're probably already impotent, aren't you? Hahaha..."
"You old fool, talking nonsense! Nonsense! If you've got the guts, let's step outside right now and settle this once and for all! I'll show you whether I'm impotent or not!"
"Afraid of you? Let's go!"
Watching the two old men revert to their usual banter, Ning Fengzhi shook his head with a smile.
...
The next morning.
The figure of the black-haired youth reappeared, this time outside the Seven Treasure City.
The youth's name was Gu Feng, a transmigrator.
As everyone knew, the Douluo Continent was a world that valued lineage, Martial Souls, and talent.
One could say that lineage occupied the most crucial position, as a good lineage generally meant that one's Martial Soul wouldn't be too shabby.
Gu Feng was fortunate; he had transmigrated into the body of Bone Douluo Gu Rong's only grandson.
The only regret was that he had never met his so-called parents.
Thus, Gu Feng had spent six uneventful years within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
A few days ago, amidst the eager anticipation of the entire sect, Gu Feng successfully awakened his Martial Soul, the Bone Dragon, and his Soul Power was Innate Full Soul Power.
After several years of being immersed in Martial Soul knowledge, Gu Rong had initially wanted Gu Feng to follow the conventional path, standing on his shoulders to move forward.
He had planned for Gu Feng to absorb Soul Rings according to his own route, ensuring that he wouldn't stray from the right path.
In fact, this was the norm for most major sects, as they all had their own inherited experiences regarding Soul Ring absorption, passed down through generations.
But Gu Feng didn't agree with this approach.
The true power of the Bone Dragon Martial Soul was unknown to all.
The elusive and unpredictable spatial attribute was merely a secondary attribute, not the main one.
The Undead Attribute was its true essence!
Based on Gu Feng's memories from his previous life, whether in games or fantasy works, the combat prowess of Bone Dragons was always exaggerated. At the very least, it shouldn't manifest as a purely defensive type like Gu Rong's.
After all, it was a skeletal dragon; how much defense could one expect from a pile of bones?
Although Gu Rong's Soul Ring route was well-balanced, allowing him to hold his own against opponents of any attribute, the Bone Dragon's weakness in attack became apparent when facing enemies with strong offensive capabilities. Its lack of offensive power and inability to fully resist attacks were significant drawbacks.
For instance, when facing Chen Xin, Gu Rong had never managed to gain the upper hand.
Therefore, Gu Feng had no intention of pursuing the path of spatial mastery.
It was precisely because of this matter that Gu Feng had a heated argument with his grandfather, Gu Rong, which ended in a bitter disagreement. Ultimately, he chose to run away from home last night.
Gazing at the distant, long-unseen grandeur of the city, Gu Feng's lips curled into a slight smile, his expression one of refreshed clarity: "Finally, I'm out. From now on, I'm like a fish returning to the vast ocean, a bird soaring into the open sky, never again..."
Then, Gu Feng looked down at the ancient ring in his hand.
This ring was the very reason he dared to leave home alone.
As if sharing a telepathic connection, the ring suddenly emitted a faint glimmer of light, followed by a deep yet slightly weary voice that echoed softly in Gu Feng's heart: "Little Fengzi, have you made it out?"
Instantly, Gu Feng's inner actor took over. Rubbing his eyes, he pretended to whine: "Old Yi, I went through hell and high water to finally escape the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. You've got to make it up to me by teaching me a few more powerful Undead Magic spells, right?"
In reality, though he rubbed his eyes for a while, they remained dry, not a single tear in sight.
"You little rascal, stop fooling around with me."
Electrolux's voice carried a hint of helplessness: "My soul is extremely weak right now. You need to find some soul-healing medicine as soon as possible. If we delay any longer, I'll soon fall into a deep slumber..."
Hearing this, Gu Feng's heart tightened, and his previously light footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
It seemed that finding soul-healing medicine needed to be prioritized immediately.
After all, he couldn't let his golden finger—his cheat-like mentor—fall into a coma, could he?
One must remember that his golden-fingered old man was none other than the renowned Necromantic Saint Magic God, the Undead Scourge, Electrolux himself!
With this in mind, Gu Feng took out a map and plotted his route.
He decided to try his luck first at the Ye family in Tiandou City. As a family renowned for their expertise in medicine, they were likely to have knowledge of—or perhaps even possess—soul-healing medicine.
(End of Chapter)