RNP Chapter 3 I really am a soul beast, you guys believe me!
Chapter 3 I really am a soul beast, you guys believe me!
"You don't believe me, huh? Fine! I'll show you the evidence!"
Ouyang grew anxious. He felt he had to come up with something truly impressive to break this strange stalemate.
He took a deep breath and mentally shouted to the system:
"System, is there any irrefutable evidence to prove my identity as a soul beast? Something that would leave them no choice but to believe me!"
[Ding! Host's strong desire to court death has been detected. Special auxiliary item provided: Soul Beast Language Level 8 Mastery Textbook (with bonus Beast God Roar vocalization techniques)!]
[Item Description: This is the authoritative textbook for the universal language of the Soul Beast world. After learning it, the host can communicate with the vast majority of Soul Beasts without any obstacles. Combined with the Beast God's Roar technique, it can make the language even more intimidating and credible!]
Ouyang's eyes lit up!
Soul Beast Language Textbook?
This thing is great!
Humans could never master the language of spirit beasts; it's a racial talent!
If I speak a few fluent words in the language of spirit beasts in public, you'll surely believe me!
"Okay! This is it!"
With a thought, Ouyang suddenly had an ancient-looking, heavy book appear in his hand.
On the cover, a line of large characters is written in a distorted and bizarre symbol.
In Ouyang's view, the meaning of that line of text was: "Soul Beast Language: From Beginner to Expert".
But in the eyes of Bibi Dong and the other Soul Masters, those symbols exuded a vast, ancient, and mysterious aura, as if they were characters passed down from the mythological era!
"What... kind of script is this?"
Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted.
She was well-read and believed she knew all the characters that had ever appeared in the history of Douluo Continent, but she didn't recognize a single one of the symbols on the book in front of her!
However, she could clearly sense that each symbol contained some kind of profound truth about the universe and was full of Taoist charm!
"Ancient divine script!"
A thought flashed through Bibi Dong's mind like lightning!
Legend has it that this was the script used by gods to communicate with each other during the age of gods!
This child just casually pulled out a book written in ancient divine script?!
He's definitely not an ordinary person!
His background was even more terrifying than he had imagined!
"Watch closely!"
Ouyang had no idea that Bibi Dong was already experiencing a huge uproar. He cleared his throat, opened the textbook to the first page, and began to read aloud.
Following the pronunciation techniques in the textbook, he channeled his soul power and used the so-called "Beast God's Roar" technique.
"Roar—Awooruka! (Translation: Hello, I am a Soul Beast!)"
A roar erupted from Ouyang's mouth.
The voice was filled with a wild, domineering, and ancient aura, as if a primordial beast that had been sleeping for countless ages had awakened at this moment!
The sound wasn't loud, but it had extremely strong penetrating power!
On the plaza, every Soul Master, regardless of their cultivation level, felt as if their soul was being gripped by an invisible hand the moment they heard that roar!
Those who were weaker immediately foamed at the mouth and fainted.
Even Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo both groaned, their faces turning even paler.
"This is... Dragon language? No! It's much older and more advanced than Dragon language!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo exclaimed in horror.
He had once been fortunate enough to hear the roar of a sub-dragon soul beast, but compared to the sound before him, it was like the difference between a kitten's meow and a tiger's roar!
Bibi Dong, who was standing closest, was the one who suffered the most impact.
In that instant, the two martial souls within her body, the Death Spider King and the Soul Devouring Spider King, simultaneously let out mournful cries, as if they had encountered their natural nemesis and were trembling in fear!
She suppressed the tremor in her soul and stared intently at Ouyang.
What was he talking about?
Is it some kind of ancient, long-lost incantation?
Ouyang felt incredibly smug as he watched everyone stagger and fall, their faces filled with terror.
"How about that? Scared now!"
"This is the official language of our soul beast realm! You humans can't learn it!"
He became even more enthusiastic and continued reading from the book.
"Gura-ooh—Sikawa! (Translation: I'm really just here to get myself killed!)"
"Woohoo-riwara! (Translation: Please, just kill me already!)"
What sounded perfectly normal to him, the words of the soul beasts, turned into a series of ancient syllables filled with mysterious power in the ears of Bibi Dong and the others.
Every syllable seems to resonate with the laws of heaven and earth!
Bibi Dong was shocked to discover that as Ouyang "recited" the mantra, her understanding of her martial spirit was deepening rapidly! Some of the bottlenecks she had encountered in her previous cultivation seemed to be loosening!
He wasn't chanting a spell!
He is... expounding the Great Dao?!
He was explaining the fundamental laws of the world in a language they couldn't understand!
A terrifying thought arose in Bibi Dong's mind.
Is it...
This book, written in ancient divine script, records the secrets to becoming a god.
And this child is publicly "reciting" sacred texts?!
Oh my God!
Bibi Dong felt like her heart was about to stop beating.
She looked at Ouyang, her eyes having completely transformed from initial interest into fervor!
This is a divinely ordained opportunity!
It is an unprecedented opportunity, a once-in-a-millennium event, for the Spirit Hall and even the entire Douluo Continent!
This child is not some genius from a reclusive family!
He... he's practically a walking "miracle"!
"Enough! Stop reading!"
Just as Ouyang was getting into the swing of things and was about to recite another difficult tongue twister about soul beasts, Bibi Dong suddenly shouted at him to stop.
Ouyang was stunned, stopped, and looked at her blankly.
"What's wrong? Are you intimidated by my domineering aura? Now you believe I'm a soul beast, right?"
He thought to himself with a smug satisfaction.
However, Bibi Dong's next move completely stunned him.
Suddenly, His Holiness the Pope stepped forward and grabbed his wrist.
Her movements were gentle, but her eyes were more serious and solemn than ever before.
"Such divine words contain the ultimate truths of heaven and earth; how can they be recited in public in such a mundane place?!"
Bibi Dong's voice was very low, but she couldn't hide the excitement and lingering fear in her tone.
In her opinion, Ouyang's behavior just now was simply a waste of resources!
This "divine language," which records the laws of the Great Dao, is incredibly precious; how could it be allowed to be heard by ordinary mortals?
This is blasphemy against the gods!
Ouyang was completely stunned by Bibi Dong's words.
Divine language?
The ultimate truth of heaven and earth?
Sister, have you misunderstood something?
Does this have absolutely nothing to do with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth?
"I..." Ouyang opened his mouth, about to explain, but was interrupted by Bibi Dong.
"Follow me!"
Without giving a chance to explain, Bibi Dong grabbed Ouyang's hand and turned to walk into the Papal Palace.
At the same time, she gave orders to Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, who were still in a daze behind her, her voice regaining its usual coldness and majesty.
"Moon Gate, Ghostly Appearance! Seal off the scene! If even a single word of what happened today leaks out, kill without mercy!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo were jolted awake, instantly realizing the seriousness of the situation.
Although they didn't think as deeply as Bibi Dong, they realized that the child and the "language" he spoke were definitely the Spirit Hall's top secret!
The two figures flashed, and two terrifying auras, one gold and one black, instantly enveloped the entire square. All the Soul Masters were terrified by this killing intent.
Ouyang, being pulled along by Bibi Dong, entered the deepest part of the Papal Palace without any hindrance.
As he was being dragged along, he looked back at the silent Soul Masters in the square, his heart turning cold.
"It's over...it's completely over..."
He originally thought that by using the Soul Beast Language as his trump card, he could confirm his identity as a Soul Beast and successfully receive the reward of a million-year Soul Ring.
Who would have thought that these people have such a unique way of thinking!
They actually mistook the "local dialect" of the Soul Beast Realm for some lost "ancient divine language"!
And you even said I blasphemed the gods?
What blasphemy am I talking about!
Ouyang was on the verge of tears, feeling as if there was an insurmountable chasm between himself and the world.
Soon, Bibi Dong led him into a magnificent and incredibly luxurious palace.
This is the Pope's private palace, and no outsider has ever set foot here except for Bibidon herself.
"Bang!"
The door was slammed shut.
Bibi Dong released Ouyang's hand, turned to look at him, her gaze intense, as if she were looking at a rare treasure.
"Child, tell me, who are you?"
Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.
"From which deity's lineage do you come? The Sea God? Or the Asura God? Or perhaps... some ancient being we've never heard of?"
As Ouyang listened to this series of questions, his eyes twitched violently.
"Big sister, I'll say it one last time, I really am just an ordinary 100,000-year-old soul beast. My name is Ouyang, and I grew up in the Star Dou Great Forest..."
"That's enough!"
Bibi Dong interrupted him again, a hint of helplessness and doting on her face.
"Are you still testing me with these lies? Fine, I get it."
She took a deep breath, her expression becoming extremely solemn.
"I don't care where you come from, nor what your purpose is in approaching the Spirit Hall. From this day forward, you are the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall! Your status is equal to mine!"
"Your identity will be a top secret of the Spirit Hall! I will use the entire power of the Spirit Hall to protect you and nurture you!"
"The book you just took out, and the 'divine language' you recited, will become our shared secret. I hope you can... teach them to me."
In the end, Bibi Dong's tone even carried a hint of pleading.
Ouyang was completely petrified.
He stared blankly at Bibi Dong, his mind completely blank.
Saint...Son?
Is their status equivalent to that of the Pope?
And I have to teach her... Soul Beast Language?
The situation had completely spiraled out of his control, heading headlong in a direction he could never have imagined.
[Ding! The host has successfully caused Pope Bibi Dong to have a profound misunderstanding, making her firmly believe that the host is a descendant of an ancient god, and thus she voluntarily bestows upon the host the title of Holy Son of the Spirit Hall!]
[Reckless Behavior Rating: S-Rank!]
[Task exceeded target! New player gift pack distributed!]
[Reward: Your first spirit ring has officially evolved into a million-year divine-level spirit ring!]
[Bonus: Max Soul Beast Affinity (All soul beasts will instinctively feel closeness and submission upon seeing the host)!]
The system's notification sound, like a final death knell, tolled in Ouyang's mind.
He succeeded.
He succeeded in courting death.
But he couldn't feel happy at all.
Because not only did he not die, but he also inexplicably... became the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?
What kind of mess is this?!
[Ding! Detected a fundamental reversal of the host's identity (from a daredevil to a saint), main quest upgraded!]
[New Main Quest Released: As the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, how can you be so "weak"? Convince one hundred people of your identity as a spirit beast!]
[Mission Reward: Soul Power level increased to 99, Limit Douluo. Simultaneously, all parts of the body are equipped with million-year soul rings.]
The reward... a level 99 Limit Douluo? A full set of million-year soul rings?
Ouyang's heart skipped a beat.
This temptation is as potent as poison!