Douluo: Opening Encounter Haotian Douluo

It rained heavily that day, and the sea surface was stained red with blood.

Five years have passed by in a blink of an eye.

Wang Feng was sitting alone by a tree stump in the rain, with a little blood on his face. The traces of time had made this frosty face more mature.

Underfoot were the corpses of a group of spirit beasts, including a few unlucky humans who had accidentally stumbled into them.

The spear in his hand was covered in blood, Wang Feng showed no expression as he slowly walked towards the outskirts of the forest.

In the past five years, Wang Feng has grown much taller, and his face has become more mature, even compared to She Long.

Calculating the time, he has not returned to Wuhun Hall for five years.

For the past five years, he has lived in this hellish environment all day long, with the sun and moon as his base, and the heaven and earth as his quilt. He is constantly upgrading, fighting against soul beasts that are many levels higher than him.

That year, in order to ambush a spirit beast, Wang Feng lurked alone in the snow for three months, and was on the verge of life and death several times.

Finally, he found the opportunity to take advantage of the natural laws of the soul beast's dormancy to adopt the 5-year-old soul beast as his fifth soul ring.

Today is the fifth year since he came to Limbo, and the five-year training in hell has ended.

It was also the fifth year since he received that power.

The terrifying evil curse was destroying his body all the time. As an integrated body of the evil curse, Wang Feng not only did not become haggard, but became stronger.

The strength increased rapidly.

But since arriving in Limbo that day, She Long never appeared again.

Recalling the master's face, every detail of their lives came to mind.

The sound of master and the two lingering faces in his mind supported him through the past five years.

"Master, wait for me...the apprentice is back."

Wang Feng summoned the Transformation Realm and swept his spear across an eyeless ten-thousand-year-old soul beast in front of him.

"Seeking death!" Wang Feng's arm condensed black energy and blessed the spear, "Evil curse!"

After the soul beast's body was hit, it seemed as if it had been cooked by high temperature. Starting from the top of its head, it turned into pus inch by inch.

Only a pile of dead bones was left.

Wang Feng walked towards the forest with firm eyes.

Tang Hao, Tang San...

None of you try to run away!

.........

Three days later, in Wuhun City, on the mountain behind the Elder's Hall.

Today is the annual soul hunting day, and it is the season of resurrection of all things.

She Long sat alone under the tree to enjoy the cool air, the wine flask in his hand had long lost the smell of wine.

Pieces of peach blossom petals fell from the top of my head twice.

Looking at the large and small traces on the big tree, She Long stared at it seriously and said to himself: "In the blink of an eye, so much time has passed..."

For five years, coming to this tree to enjoy the cool air every day has become his most important thing besides practicing.

"That brat, why haven't you come back yet?"

She Long sighed softly, turned over and rolled down the stone.

He planned to go out to practice, and by the way, he and several other Douluo would look for the fifth soul ring for the next saint of Wuhun Palace.

He just took two steps.

Behind him, there suddenly came a voice that had appeared in his memory countless times and had been thought about day and night.

"master!"

master?

She Long was startled, then his body trembled and his steps stopped.

The spring breeze blowing from nowhere blew up his silver-white hair.

The wine gourd in his hand fell to the ground with a "juanglang" sound.

The leaves were rustling, and in the woods, there was a spring breeze, and She Long felt that he was drunk.

He must have been hallucinating to hear that voice.

It’s been five years, how could Wang Feng come back?

The sound only appeared for a short moment and seemed so unreal.

He didn't even dare to look back, just froze in place.

After more than ten seconds, the sound of footsteps approaching from far away echoed in my ears.

She Long gasped excitedly, his heart beating rapidly.

A pair of hands wrapped around his waist and hugged him from behind.

"Master...apprentice is back."

At that moment, She Long's eyes were slightly sore, but he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This familiar touch is really him, his disciple is back.

Wang Feng is back!

"Boy...is it really...you?" He didn't look back, just quietly enjoying the moment of tranquility.

No one wants to break the relationship between them.

When he saw She Long again, Wang Feng had already burst into tears, but he suppressed his silence.

"Master...it's me."

Tears fell on She Long's back. See you again after five years. Wang Feng has grown from a child to a high-spirited young man.

And She Long is getting older and older, but the memories of each other will never disappear.

.........

After a long time, Wang Feng gently let go of his hand, his eyes still red, and he wiped away two traces of tears.

"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back -" She Long turned around with a carefree smile and rubbed Wang Feng's head.

The sunshine above his head hit his face, and the smile was as blooming as before, just like the dawn when he picked up Wang Feng.

The figure stretched out its big hand to him and pulled up his small body.

She Long looked Wang Feng up and down with his eyes for half a minute, his eyes were shining and he said: "What a good boy, you are so handsome, you can even propose marriage to the great minister."

When She Long said this, Wang Feng blushed a little.

He thought of Qian Renxue. Although he didn't mean that, he still said shyly: "Master, what are you talking about? How old am I?"

Wang Feng is only seventeen this year. If he were placed on earth, he would still be a minor and would not be married.

"Besides, I will always stay with Master."

He understood that his master was joking.

She Long just smiled and retracted his hand, but his eyes were unwilling to move away from his apprentice's face.

How can the five years of missing each other be made up for in one day?

"Level 59, five years spent there was not in vain." She Long could tell at a glance that Wang Feng was already a five-ring soul king, and said with a smile, "You didn't embarrass me."

"I will be level [-] soon, and I will be able to surpass you, Master, in a short time." Wang Feng said casually.

"You? It's 800 years too early," She Long changed the subject and pretended to be fierce: "You brat, come and rub your master's shoulders."

Wang Feng was like an obedient puppy, obediently sitting aside and rubbing his shoulders.

"At least you have some conscience, knowing that you still have a master waiting for you to come back."

She Long pretended to be angry and said, "You haven't been with the master all these years, and you don't even have anyone to serve me. When you come back this time, you have to stay longer, do you hear me?"

Wang Feng opened his mouth with a smile on his face.

No matter what he becomes, in She Long's heart, he is still the same Wang Feng, still a child, and this will never change.

And She Long is also Wang Feng, the only person who can completely open his heart.

Always be your own master.

The two of them were facing each other. Wang Feng seemed to have a thousand words to say to the person in front of him, but in the end, they all turned into one sentence: "Okay..."

This sentence is enough to carry all his emotions.

He is also a disciple of his master She Long.

Now I am his teacher, and I will follow him in this life.

Master, I'm back.