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Douluo: The Blind One

Hun Yu was reincarnated in the Soul Land, but he had a waste-grade talent. When he was 6 years old, he lost his eyesight after awakening his martial spirit, the Holy Bow. He lived his life relying on his heightened senses that he obtained after he lost his eyesight. One day, he was walking to the village from his house when he found an injured woman. He carried her to his house and took care of her for a few days. She had lost her memories and didn't remember anything. ......... Avoid this fanfic if you're a fan of Tang San or his group, as it follows the Spirit Hall's side. If you dislike seeing them meet a grisly end, it's not for you.

Godfather_Gambler · Anime et bandes dessinées
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Chapter-6 Journey Continues

As I sat on the bed, trying to recall my memories, a sudden headache hit me. The pain was intense, but I knew that it meant that my memories were starting to come back. I held my head, trying to soothe the pain, and slowly but surely, my memories started to return.

I remembered the incident in the forest, where I was injured and lost my memories. I also remembered the boy who had saved me, and I felt a mix of emotions wash over me. Despite my confusion, I was grateful for his help. I couldn't help but feel a blush rise to my cheeks as I thought about the events that had transpired.

However, I knew that I had to focus on the task at hand. I wasn't a real member of the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace; I had replaced the Crown Prince Xue Qinghe using my spirit bone skill. I knew that my absence would have already been noticed and that there was a risk of my cover being exposed. I needed to return immediately.

I quickly wrote a note to the boy who had saved me, explaining my situation and expressing my gratitude. I couldn't forget who I truly was, and that was Qian Renxue, an extremely meticulous person who was always in control and never let her emotions get the best of her. I was calm, composed, intelligent, and had extreme perseverance. I hated to lose and always planned things with precision. I was confident in my strength and cared for those who followed me.

With a deep breath, I picked up my things and made my way back to the palace, ready to continue my mission with precision and confidence. I couldn't let my recent events change who I was or jeopardize my plan to infiltrate the Heaven Dou Empire and let my mother, Bibi Dong, recognize me for who I truly was.

As I was making my way back to the palace, I suddenly felt an urge to puke. I slowly landed on the ground and puked near a tree. After puking, I thought about why I suddenly started feeling sick. I thought it might be because I recently recovered my memories and my body was reacting to the sudden influx of information. Regardless of the reason, I couldn't let this setback slow me down. I wiped my mouth, took a deep breath, and continued on my journey back to the palace, determined to see my plan through to the end.

( Pov ends )

As I continued on my journey, a thought suddenly struck me. I realized that visiting villages, instead of cities, might be the best option for me to become stronger. I knew that I had to be cautious and avoid any potential danger, especially since I was only a 9th-rank Spirit Scholar. My goal was to reach level 10 and absorb a Spirit Ring to enter the Spirit Master realm.

With this in mind, I made my way to Suotuo City to buy a map. I quickly found what I was looking for in a shop and, without hesitation, left the city behind. I knew that big cities could be dangerous and unpredictable, and I didn't want to take any chances.

As I traveled, I studied the map carefully and marked a place near Balak City and Silver City. It appeared to be a small village, and I felt that it might offer the opportunities I was seeking. So, I set out in my cart, since I wasn't able to fly yet.

After a few days of traveling, I finally arrived at my destination. The village was surrounded by mountains and clouds, and I could sense that it was a peaceful place. I approached a local resident and asked them about the name of the village. They told me that it was called Yunshan Bow Village.

Intrigued, I asked why the village was named Yunshan Bow Village. The resident explained that decades ago, there was a person who lived in the village who was highly skilled with a bow. This person's proficiency with the bow earned the village its name, as the word "bow" comes from his name. The word "Yunshan" came from the surrounding clouds and mountains.

I was fascinated by the history of Yunshan Bow Village and felt a sense of excitement about the opportunities that it might offer. I was eager to explore and see what this village had in store for me on my journey to become a powerful Spirit Master.

As I entered the village of Yunshan Bow, I was greeted with the sights and sounds of a bustling community. People went about their daily lives, tending to their farms, selling goods in the market, and chatting with each other. I decided to explore the village, hoping to find something interesting or perhaps a way to become stronger. However, I was disappointed to find that the village didn't seem to have much to offer.

Just as I was about to lose hope, I noticed a small house on the side of a mountain, distanced from the village. My curiosity got the better of me, and I approached the house. I used my heightened senses to determine that there was no one inside, but as I was about to leave, I heard the sound of a bowstring being released. I followed the sound and found an old man practicing his archery skills. I decided to watch from a distance, hiding behind a tree.

As I watched, the old man shot arrows with ease and precision, taking down birds in the sky with single shots. I was impressed by his skills and was about to leave when the old man suddenly spoke.

"Don't you plan to come out after watching this much?" he said with a smirk, his voice filled with arrogance.

I stepped out from behind the tree and approached him. "Excuse me, sir. I couldn't help but be impressed by your skills. I was hoping to become stronger and was looking for a way to do so. Can you perhaps help me?"

The old man looked at me, sizing me up. "You're just a 9th-rank Spirit Master. What could you possibly offer me?" he said with a sneer.

"From what I can see, you don't seem to have eyesight. How can you learn archery when you don't even have eyesight?" he asked, his tone still filled with arrogance. I could feel the challenge in his words, but I was not discouraged.

I stood tall and replied, "Just because I don't have eyesight, doesn't mean I can't learn the art of archery. My other senses are heightened and I have learned to use them to my advantage."

The old man raised an eyebrow, surprised by my answer. "Is that so? Well, let's see if you have what it takes to become a true archer," he said, holding out his bow and offering me a chance to prove myself.

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"Dear readers,

As I continue to write this fanfic, I would like to hear your suggestions for the future of the story. What kind of characters, plot points, or themes would you like to see explored in the coming chapters? Your input is valuable to me, and I would love to hear your thoughts and ideas.

So, what are you looking forward to in the future of this fanfic? Please leave your suggestions in the comments below, and I will do my best to incorporate them into the next chapter.

Thank you for your support, and I can't wait to see what kind of journey we'll embark on next!

Best regards,

Trinity_189"