Douluo: Cutting me drops treasures; Bi Bidong got addicted

Soul City.

Pontiff Hall.

"Report!!!"

A scout hurried into the resplendent hall, his hands clasped in a salute as he knelt on one knee upon the smooth, mirrored marble floor.

Bi Bidong rubbed the space between her eyebrows, looking somewhat tired, her gaze revealing a chilling, aristocratic distance.

"Speak."

The scout said with a strange expression, "Someone in Soul City… is seeking death!"

Bi Bidong's brows furrowed slightly, "Are you tired of living? You come to report such a thing, do you think Martial Soul Hall is a place for doing good deeds?"

"No, it's not like that! To respond to Your Holiness, it's because the method he is using to seek death is too high-profile, he even built a special platform, and at this moment, most Soul Masters have gathered there. I fear an unexpected change, so I came to report."

"Oh?"

Bi Bidong's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. Such an event was happening in Soul City?

She pondered for a moment, then turned her head to look to the side.

"Na'er, that's enough studying for today. You represent me and see what this is all about."

"Yes, Teacher."

A golden-haired beauty slowly emerged from the shadows in the corner.

...

On the lively streets of Soul City, stalls displaying all manner of goods were set up along the sidewalks, yet at this moment, they attracted no attention.

Passersby, whether commoners proud in their aloofness or Soul Masters, and even the vendors themselves were drawn to a stage not far away.

Atop the stage sat a youth of average appearance, crossing his legs. It was apparent to the assembled Soul Masters that the youth possessed no soul power, just an ordinary person.

Above the platform hung a banner.

"Having seen through the mortal world, seeking death with heart and soul, those brave enough to strike may be rewarded."

Underneath, the crowd buzzed with discussion:

"Is this guy crazy, seeking someone to kill him in such a high-profile way?"

"What does 'may be rewarded' mean? Is there really a reward for killing him?"

Upon hearing this, the youth sitting on the stage, Lin Yi, opened his eyes and explained:

"There will be rewards even if you fail to kill. I am determined to die, so I will not mistreat brothers who make the effort. I will give out rewards based on the extent of the damage inflicted. However..."

Lin Yi paused here, and a careful look would reveal that in his pitch-black eyes, there was only dead silence, no trace of a desire to live.

"Those without the skill should not come forward. I am in a hurry to die, and those who can only scratch a little should please go back."

After this, there was silence below the stage.

Several hot-tempered individuals immediately couldn't stand it anymore!

"Where does that boy get the nerve to be so arrogant?!"

"With that physique, a kick from me could spill his guts out! More than enough to kill him several times over!"

Lin Yi looked at the speaker, his voice cold, "If you can kick me to death, I'll grant you a lifetime of wealth and honors you could never enjoy. But if it's just empty talk, then get lost early."

"Motherf***..."

The irate spectator leaped onto the stage and kicked at Lin Yi's chest, but the next second his face changed, and with a "crack," he grimaced as he clutched his broken right leg and tumbled off the stage.

Lin Yi calmly dusted the front of his chest and said in a cold voice, "People like him, who are not even worthy of triggering a reward, should not come up after this."

For a moment, the entire place was in an uproar.

Only the one who had fallen knew the feeling of kicking the youth—it was as if his right leg had crashed against a slab of steel. He had never encountered someone so solid!

"Damn it, still so arrogant right before dying!"

"Guys, to be honest, I really feel like picking up a knife and chopping at him right now."

"Is the reward thing for real?"

"Seems like it is, there was someone who got drunk, went on stage, and stabbed him."

"And then?"

"His knife broke..."

"But that drunkard actually got a hundred golden soul coins! Sobers you right up!"

"Holy shit?!"

...

Listening to the discussions below, Lin Yi couldn't help but heave a silent sigh.

He had transmigrated from Blue Planet to Soul Land, the very novel he used to stay up late reading.

He initially thought that, like most transmigrators, he would have stunning looks, a peerless martial soul, and incredible luck. But in reality...

Not only was he average in appearance, but he also didn't possess a martial soul. After waiting for several years, the System finally appeared, claiming it wanted to grant its host a Transcendent Divine Body!

After fusing, he could obtain ultimate power that transcended the plane of Soul Land and even undergo a complete makeover, acquiring an ethereal visage.

But during the fusion, the System glitched.

The Divine Body was sealed away, and the sealant was an incredibly thick shield!

Only by breaking the shield could the Divine Body be unlocked, granting ultimate power, evolving a second time, and reaching the pinnacle.

This was why Lin Yi was currently present here.

To make up for its error, the System supported Lin Yi in breaking the shield, promising that each time the shield suffered damage, it would randomly drop a reward given by the System, based on the degree of damage.

And whenever a reward dropped, the System would trigger a critical hit, granting an additional, higher-quality reward to Lin Yi.

After much thought, Lin Yi came up with this suicidal method—fortunately, he had been an actor in his previous life, the kind who was killed off after a few episodes, so he had a clear grasp of the look of despair and the desire for death.

To focus on shield-breaking efficiency, Lin Yi specifically came to Soul City, where there were many Soul Master experts.

Characters like Bi Bidong and Thousand Waves—having such powerhouses put in effort would surely speed up the process of breaking his shield.

At the back of the onlooking crowd, three people slowly approached.

"I'm here on teacher's orders to have a look around, why did you two follow?"

Hulena crossed her arms, her beautiful brows furrowing together.

Her brother Evil Moon was alright, but Yan, who had followed along, was particularly annoying to her.

"We're just curious, ya know. Hearing that someone in Soul City is seeking death, we naturally have to satisfy him."

Evil Moon's mouth curled into a smirk, his handsome face revealing a wicked charm. Training was rather dull, and upon hearing about such an interesting event, how could he not come over for a look?

Yan sneaked a glance at Hulena: "Nana, if that guy really wants to die, should we grant his wish?"

Hulena stopped in her tracks and glared at Yan: "First, don't call me Nana. Second, he's been on that stage for so long with no one able to kill him; do you really think he's just an ordinary person?"

Yan sneered after hearing this: "Even if he's not an ordinary person, as long he doesn't fight back, why can't I kill him? Don't forget, we are the Golden Generation of the Martial Soul Hall, all near Soul King level!"

Hulena couldn't be bothered with him and walked straight on.

Passing through the crowd, she gradually saw Lin Yi sitting in the stands and involuntarily slowed down.

Hulena was stunned.

She indeed did not detect any soul power fluctuations from the boy, which meant… he really was just an ordinary person?!

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