Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

-----------

This high quality machine translation is powered by: https:// geriatrictranslations.com/

Special Permission was given to upload the novel on WebNovel.

Geriatric Translations can be supported on patreon (https://www. patreon.com/geriatricvibes) where additional chapters can be enjoyed. 

You can also join the Geriatric Translations Community on Discord to connect with other readers: https:// discord.gg/NSWvfN7vua

-----------

The gears of time unwaveringly continued to turn forward, unaffected by the will of mortals.

The young master from a soul master family in a major city of the Tian Dou Empire, like the howling north wind, passed through Cold Wind Camp without the slightest intention of stopping or lingering.

Apart from Marquis Song Yao of Snow Pine accompanying them for lunch and then watching a military drill for entertainment, the group of important figures from the imperial capital hurriedly left for the Icebound Forest.

They showed no interest in anything within Cold Wind Camp.

Similarly, within Cold Wind Camp, from Commander Song Yao at the top to the common soldiers at the bottom, they all maintained a respectful distance, even avoiding these important figures as much as possible.

This was a world of the extraordinary, where individual power could sway the tide of political change in a region.

If it were the mundane world of Ling Yi's past life, even a penniless peasant could, with the right mindset, ignore the world's richest person or a country's political leaders, and in extreme cases, even engage in a one-for-one trade.

But here, on the Douluo Continent, true important figures were beings capable of slaughtering thousands and laying waste to vast lands with their own power.

One-for-one trade?

Not even a single hair could be exchanged!

Therefore, in a world where strength was paramount, the pursuit of power was so fervent and obsessive!

Admiring the strong was a biological instinct, and survival was a fundamental drive of life!

In a more distorted extraordinary world, the weak even considered living as a favor bestowed by the strong!

Ling Yi did not know what the world was like in the later parts of the original story, beyond the timeline of the first part. But from the scattered information on the internet, he could glean a glimpse.

The high and mighty major forces seemed to have no restraints, plunging the entire world into a pathological state.

In a healthy world, even if the upper echelons imposed restrictions on the lower classes, they would leave a small opening, like the carrot in front of a donkey, so that there would eventually be lucky ones who could reach it.

But in this blank period before the start of the original story's first timeline, the Soul Temple still dominated the Douluo Continent, the Heavenly Sky Sect rose to prominence, the Tian Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire stood in opposition, and various kingdoms and duchies cheered them on. Other clans and sects like the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Seven Treasures Ruyi Sect, the White Armor Earth Dragon Sect, and the Elephant Armor Sect carved out their own territories, leading their own regions...

For Ling Yi, who came from the lower echelons, this was the best period.

He didn't have to worry about his soul power not awakening, about a single dominant force acting without restraint, about strict surveillance from above, or about too many constraints...

Even if his soul power was mediocre, it didn't matter as long as he could cultivate. Ling Yi had a path to climb higher, even if the path was narrow, rugged, and filled with thorns. He could grit his teeth and forge a future with his flesh and blood.

If his own body wasn't enough, he would lead all the like-minded, discontented peasants with him, to break through the wall and flatten the obstacles!

"Clang—!!"

A metallic clash drew the attention of all around.

This was not in the military camp's forging area, nor was it the sound of a hammer striking an iron ingot. It was the noise created by two steel spears clashing.

The owners of the two steel spears, one tall and one short, wielded weapons of different lengths and thicknesses, corresponding to their statures and arm lengths.

The onlookers first glanced at the tall figure, then at the shorter one.

At this sight, most people were taken aback.

The shorter figure was not particularly short, standing at just over 1.7 meters, which was average among the soldiers. It only seemed short in comparison to the nearly 1.9-meter-tall opponent.

In those days, even in the military, only basic sustenance was guaranteed, and nutrition was limited. Combined with their pre-military living conditions, a height of around 1.7 meters was not uncommon.

What truly surprised the soldiers was the young and familiar face of the shorter figure!

Ling Yi, a medic in the Third Medical Battalion, a senior blacksmith in the Military Forge Camp, and a one-ringed soul master, a healing-type auxiliary soul master!

"What's going on?" someone asked their comrade in confusion. "Why is Little Brother Ling fighting Commander Jiang? And with spears?! Isn't he a healing-type soul master—?!"

Hearing this barrage of questions, the comrades around him rolled their eyes in unison and replied in unison, "I damn well want to know too—!"

Commander Jiang, one of the talented young officers commanding two thousand troops. His soul power is the 'Iron Forging Hand Armor,' and he is currently 28 years old, a 44th-level Battle Soul Master!

To add, Jiang Yuan's mother, Jin Xiuxiu, is Old Master Jin's niece.

If one were to trace the lineage from Old Master Jin, Jiang Yuan would have to call Ling Yi 'Junior Uncle,' just as Ling Yi's eldest disciple's son, who is in his twenties, would have to greet Ling Yi.

However, given the differences in strength, age, and military rank, Jiang Yuan could not possibly address Ling Yi in such a way.

Unless, in the future, Ling Yi's strength and status surpassed Jiang Yuan, only then would such a possibility arise.

But even then, Ling Yi wouldn't fuss over a mere title. Even now, Ling Yi has never thought about striving for such a formality.

Under the gaze of the surprised onlookers, Jiang Yuan's expression remained unchanged. He held his steel spear horizontally, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He discovered that Ling Yi's spear techniques were unexpectedly solid, which made him slightly more serious about the match.

Not long ago, Jiang Yuan visited the Third Medical Battalion to check on the recovery of the wounded and encountered Ling Yi carrying a sword, a spear, a staff, and an axe, moving from outside to inside.

From a distance, Jiang Yuan noticed that Ling Yi's steps were very steady, indicating that the four weapons on his shoulders were quite heavy, which surprised him a bit.

If his memory served him right, Ling Yi's profile stated that he was a one-ringed soul master at the 11th level, with the soul power 'Blue Silver Grass,' a healing-type... Oh, right, this kid was also a senior blacksmith, capable of forging 500-grade armor, so having such strength was normal.

Despite this, Jiang Yuan found the scene before him intriguing.

After all, although Ling Yi held a position in the Military Forge Camp, the finished products were usually handed over. Why would he carry them back to the medical camp?

If it were a regular medic or a senior blacksmith, Jiang Yuan wouldn't have paid much attention, but this was Ling Yi, the last disciple of his great-uncle, Master Jin. The praise in the family letters left a lasting impression on Jiang Yuan.

If one disregarded the soul power, this was a true genius!

A genius who could master any knowledge with ease and excel at it!

For example, the 'Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique.' As the son of Master Jin's niece, Jiang Yuan, who inherited the soul power 'Iron Forging Hand Armor' from his mother and the innate talent from his father, had also learned this legendary hammer technique from Master Jin when he was a teenager.

Unfortunately, after a year, Jiang Yuan had only mastered a dozen or so techniques and could never fully control the force and transformations within them.

Therefore, when Ling Yi could use over twenty techniques of the 'Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique' on his first attempt, only stopping due to insufficient strength, Jiang Yuan had his own assessment of Ling Yi's learning ability.

However, the praise in the letters was ultimately just words, and Jiang Yuan, out of respect for his great-uncle, held a seven-tenths level of trust.

Now, seeing Ling Yi carrying four weapons that seemed out of place for a healing-type soul master, Jiang Yuan suddenly recalled the force-transmission techniques he had learned from the 'Chaotic Wind Hammer Technique,' which had enhanced his use of various long and short weapons over the years.

While Jiang Yuan was lost in thought, Ling Yi, seeing him, continued his steady steps, approaching him. When he got closer, he greeted him first, "Commander Jiang, good. Are you here to visit the wounded?"

His tone and demeanor were neither humble nor arrogant, and he did not show any particular closeness due to his relationship with Master Jin. He simply greeted him normally.

"Mm~" Jiang Yuan nodded in response to Ling Yi, acknowledging him.

Ling Yi was not bothered by this. From their first meeting, he knew that Jiang Yuan was an emotionally reserved man, not easily gaining trust or closeness from others.

Ling Yi, carrying the four weapons that weighed nearly two hundred pounds, kept his head slightly tilted due to the weight. He continued, "Commander Jiang, rest assured. The wounded are basically out of danger. They all have superficial injuries. I'll use my soul skills on them later to help them recover fully."

He then tilted his head and said to Jiang Yuan, "I'll take these weapons back to the tent and then go to the wounded..."

"Doctor... Doctor Ling, do you... also study weapons?" Jiang Yuan suddenly asked.

Even as he spoke, Jiang Yuan found it a bit odd, as it was not his usual behavior.

But after a moment's thought, he dismissed it. He had simply asked out of genuine curiosity.

It wasn't that strange, after all. In a foreign land, encountering a fellow townsman with a similar status and a blood relation, and who also possessed considerable talent, it was natural for Jiang Yuan, not a rigid or cold person, to show interest.

In an instant, Ling Yi assessed Jiang Yuan's behavior, and with a quick mental calculation, he responded with a bright, sunny smile, "When I was in the town, I learned a bit about handling swords, spears, staffs, and axes from an old soldier..."

Thank you to the readers [Shu You 20190520020659109, Shu You 20200619230218537, Shu You 20230611074753920, Time Traveler 1996, Shu You 20180916221504221, Tong Gui Yu Jin, Fake Bear ABC, Jun＆#183;～, Tiankeng Zhi Lei, Shu You 20221001183817379, Xian Yu Yu Yu Yu Yu Miao, Bai Ye Su Xiao, Sheng Tian Banzi Yu Cheng Dao, Alcohol Is Really Bitter, Penglai Xie Chen, Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun L, Qian Yu Xiuluo, Yu Ren Yu Xing, Xin Zhi Feihong, Eba Chonglang] for your monthly votes and recommendations! Thank you all!! (*^▽^*)

Also, this is the only chapter for today~

The stockpile of chapters was exhausted by the 12th, and since then, I've been writing furiously after work to maintain the daily two updates. On the 30th and 1st, there will be single chapters of 3K each~

I had planned to write another chapter in the morning and release it at noon, but I will keep it as a stockpile to give myself some leeway in the July updates~

(End of Chapter)