Douluo: I achieve godhood through System

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Tang San stared in disbelief at Wang Li, his expression one of near-doubt as he asked, 

"It's impossible, absolutely impossible! You graduated from Nuoding Academy just five years ago—how could you have cultivated so quickly?" 

Wang Li shook his head, smiling as he replied, 

"It's not that I've cultivated quickly, it's that you've been cultivating slowly. After graduating from Nuoding Academy, I went to the Intermediate Soul Master Academy, then to the Advanced Soul Master Academy. Through my own efforts, I gained the recognition of my teachers, who provided me with the best training and cultivation environment." 

"I also went through extremely harsh special training under a Titled Douluo. I've experienced bone fractures, internal injuries, and near-death situations. I've survived on the edge of life and death, enduring excruciating pain, and in the process, I developed this strength, which I believe I've earned." 

With every word Wang Li spoke, Tang San grew more and more shocked. By the time Wang Li finished, Tang San was completely stunned.

As for Xiao Wu, her face turned as pale as a sheet the moment Wang Li mentioned "Titled Douluo."

Zhao Wujie, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun were all speechless, dumbfounded. Wang Li's experiences sounded like a legendary tale to them, something beyond their comprehension.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong had their eyes wide open, hands covering their mouths, unable to utter a single sound from the shock.

Afterward, Wang Li's smile faded, replaced by a look of sincere sorrow. He turned to Tang San and Xiao Wu and said in a deep voice, 

"Tang San, Xiao Wu, we're from the same dorm. I consider you both my closest friends, which is why I'm telling you this." 

"I still remember the first time we met in the dorm. Your graceful movements and powerful abilities left a deep impression on me. You became my goals, the ones I wanted to catch up to." 

"But now, I truly feel regret. Your talents are a hundred times greater than mine, and your achievements should also be a hundred times greater. But tell me—have you wasted your precious time as youths, wasted your chances to cultivate?" 

"I remember, Tang San, you loved forging, and Xiao Wu, you loved playing around. Such waste—wasting time, wasting talent. If you spent those six years at Nuoding Academy in a carefree way, I can't help but feel anxious for you." 

Wang Li's face was filled with sincerity, each word seemingly concerned for Tang San and Xiao Wu. But those very words felt like sharp knives stabbing deep into their hearts.

Low-level abuse harms the body, high-level abuse damages the spirit, and extreme abuse both tortures the body and the soul. 

Wang Li pressed on, looking at the two seriously and saying, 

"We come from common families. Our households can't offer us superior cultivation conditions, so we should work harder, strive for progress, and not be complacent, just getting by." 

"Tang San, Xiao Wu, your talents far surpass mine. I believe that with effort, you'll both become stronger in no time. And, of course, if you had a century-old or thousand-year-old soul beast's meat for nourishment, a powerful teacher personally guiding your combat skills, and a better cultivation environment provided by your academy, you would become even stronger, faster!" 

Wang Li's words hit Tang San deep. When Tang San later learns that his father is the Haotian Douluo, he may recall his childhood when he couldn't even afford enough porridge to eat, and the poor state of the academy, Shrek, which will surely be a painful reminder. 

Wang Li inwardly looked forward to that moment. As for surpassing him in soul power? Don't even think about it. While 99% of his strength came from hard work, 1% was thanks to external help—a power greater than 99% of his efforts. 

Tang San stared at Wang Li's sincere face, opening his mouth. He had countless retorts on the tip of his tongue, but in the end, he could only grit his teeth and begrudgingly say, 

"I... thank you." 

With just a few words, Wang Li had defined Tang San's past six years as being indulgent and complacent, negating all of his efforts. That stung more than if Wang Li had killed him. 

Wang Li was very skilled at manipulating others' emotions. Even after being taught a harsh lesson, Tang San still felt compelled to thank him. His mind was in turmoil, but soon, it was as if he had grasped a lifeline. 

"I have the Tang Sect's ultimate skills, I have twin martial souls... Wang Li is nothing, nothing at all..." 

Tang San's breath grew heavier. 

However, by this time, Wang Li had finished speaking and had no intention of continuing the conversation: 

"Don't mention it, Tang San, Xiao Wu. If you ever come to Heaven Dou City, I'll host a welcome feast for you. And all of you, if you are Tang San and Xiao Wu's friends, then you are my friends. If you come to Heaven Dou City, I'll make sure to treat you all well."

Wang Li's attitude was sincere, his voice gentle, as if he were an old friend to everyone, with a warmth that felt like a spring breeze—nothing more, nothing less. 

After speaking, he waved to the group and turned to leave, his departure as sudden as his arrival. The others were still lost in shock, processing what had just happened. 

On his way, Wang Li encountered Qin Ming, but he wasn't surprised. While Qin Ming didn't know the current Shrek Seven Devils, he did recognize Zhao Wujie. 

"Teacher Qin!" 

Qin Ming responded with a smile, 

"Go back first. I ran into an old acquaintance. Let me go say hello." 

Wang Li nodded with a smile, then turned to walk back, his mood significantly lifted. 

Meanwhile, Qin Ming had already hastened to the side of the Shrek Seven Devils and Zhao Wujie. He excitedly spoke, 

"Teacher Zhao, do you remember me?" 

Zhao Wujie sized him up in surprise, then joyfully replied, 

"It's Qin Ming! Little monsters, let me introduce you—this is an older student of yours, his name is Qin Ming." 

He paused, then asked, 

"By the way, Qin Ming, was the young man just now one of your students?" 

Qin Ming considered the question for a moment, then answered, 

"I taught him for half a month, but then he was taken by that person, the one known as 'Green Phosphor.' He was taught by that person." 

Dai Mubai, having some experience, understood who "Green Phosphor" was and asked with confusion, 

"That person is reclusive, always alone—how could they have taken him in?" 

Qin Ming thought for a moment, then replied honestly, 

"Lord Green Phosphor has a granddaughter, and she and Wang Li are very close, practically inseparable. That's probably the reason." 

At these words, Ma Hongjun, large and stocky, let out an envious exclamation. 

"So, he's living off of someone else, that's why he's being taught by a Titled Douluo? If I had that chance, I'd definitely cultivate faster than him!" 

Oscar glanced at Ning Rongrong, as if discovering a secret to success, 

"Fatty, if you want that chance, you'd better start by shedding the weight! Didn't you see Wang Li? His build, his face—while not quite as good as mine or Dai Old Man's, they're still way ahead of yours!" 

With Ma Hongjun and Oscar joking around, the atmosphere lightened. But for Tang San and Xiao Wu, especially Tang San, there was a sense of frustration growing in their hearts, with nowhere to release it. 

Wang Li spoke kindly to both of them, always looking out for them, but that very kindness felt suffocating—his words became like a "path to death" that Tang San couldn't vocalize. 

(End of Chapter)