Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

Little Fatty secretly opened the door to his bedroom and saw his father sitting on the sofa, having smoked all night; the ashtray was already overflowing onto the table.

The next day, he went all over the place borrowing money from relatives and friends, even selling their house.

Little Fatty could never forget how his father took out the savings card and handed it to him, the other hand patting his head.

"Son, your dad hasn't achieved much in life, only been able to survive by selling labor, and can't even provide a better life for you and your mother," his father said.

"That's exactly why I don't want you to waste your life like me. As long as you're willing to cultivate and have the determination, I'd sell everything, even if it means breaking the pot and selling iron, to support your martial arts cultivation," he continued.

At that moment, Little Fatty, with tears in his eyes, wanted to say that he didn't want to cultivate anymore.

Because the pressure was really too much.

He couldn't imagine, if after his father had spent everything and accumulated countless debts to support his martial training, what would happen if he failed to awaken an Ancient Spirit in the end.

But his father directly kicked him to his knees.

"I've sold the house and lost face borrowing money from relatives, and you're telling me you don't want to cultivate?" his father bellowed.

His father's words were fierce and his actions rough, but Little Fatty felt only his father's love.

Now, having successfully awakened at dawn, and after a long wait, he wept with joy.

"Sixth-Rank Orange Grade Ancient Spirit, step down. The corresponding martial schools will contact you," the Black-robed Governor said sternly.

All the youths would awaken in one day, with inspectors from various martial schools secretly observing and recruiting the successfully awakened potential students.

In the end, it was up to those being recruited to choose which martial school they would like to attend for cultivation.

"Yes!"

Little Fatty withdrew the Ancient Spirit, so excited that he couldn't even take time to feel the power of the Ancient Spirit before rushing out of the awakening area.

Pulling out his phone, he called his parents, who were at work, to share the good news.

"A Sixth-Rank Orange Grade Ancient Spirit, that's at least enough to cultivate to Sixth Grade!" he exclaimed.

"Ahhh! I'm crying with envy," someone lamented.

"This kid looked ragged, but this time he's definitely turned his life around," another chimed in.

"Yeah, there must have been over a hundred people trying to awaken, and only five or six showed any signs. The orange ones? Just this one," commented another observer.

"It's so tough."

"Tough is right. Ancient Spirits aren't cabbage; they're not something just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can awaken. A Sixth-Rank Orange Grade is pretty badass," was the general consensus.

Because the Black-robed Governor was present, the discussions were quiet, always maintaining a certain restraint, not daring to get loud.

As time passed, the long line continuously moved forward, some joyful, some sad.

But those who had finished awakening didn't rush to leave; instead, they lingered around, watching. This was the most lively day of the year at the Great Capital Base City.

The inspectors from various major martial schools were secretly watching, choosing their preferred candidates, while an Orange Grade child of an Ancient Spirit wasn't enough to prompt them to reveal themselves openly.

"Boom!"

A burst of blue light shone brightly.

"A Green Grade Ancient Spirit!"

"Someone has actually awakened a Third-Rank Green Grade Ancient Spirit this time," whispered the crowd in astonishment.

At the end of everyone's gaze, a beautiful, sprightly girl with a high ponytail stood in front of the Bronze Pillar.

Behind her was a young woman in ancient attire, graceful and emitting a spiritual power fluctuation different from ordinary people.

It caused the pillar to radiate waves of blue light.

The Black-robed Governor said:

"Not bad. Step down now," he instructed.

The girl with the ponytail nodded and then walked over to her excited and proud family.

"Ah, this..."

"A Third-Rank Green Grade Ancient Spirit, and the Black-robed Governor is still stone-faced?"

"That's just too cold," a bystander muttered.

"Third-Rank Green Grade might be impressive to us, but it's probably nothing special to him. Of course, he won't be overjoyed. Or maybe it's just because the Black-robed Governor is naturally arrogant," someone speculated.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Three figures shot over from a distance, encircling the girl. They were the well-known inspectors from the martial schools.

"The inspectors have shown up?"

"Of course, it's the Third-Rank Ancient Spirits that have real clout," someone noted.

"But still, it's not enough. At least ten martial school inspectors are still in hiding nearby, not willing to show themselves, just not enticing enough. They'll probably just contact her afterwards," another observer said.

After the Green Grade Ancient Spirit's awakening, the atmosphere fell into a dead silence once again.

It wasn't just because of the oppressive presence of the Black-robed Governor but also because no one else was awakening Ancient Spirits and this batch was ending in failure.

It was plain for all to see.

The Black-robed Governor's expression got more and more unsightly, on the verge of erupting in fury.

"It's getting worse every year. The number of awakenings this year is probably just two-thirds of last year's," he grumbled.

The dissatisfaction spread, and surrounding folks dared not speak; each person feared for themselves, deeply afraid of being the target of misdirected anger.

The plaza was uncannily quiet.

"Roar, roar——"

The roar of an engine, resembling that of a wild beast, came from afar, sending a jolt through everyone's hearts.

Who's so bold?

The Black-robed Governor was in a temper, yet someone dared to make such a racket.

Looking towards the direction of the sound, a luxury SUV sped from a distance, violently charging onto the plaza and coming to a halt at the edge of the crowd.

This sight gave everyone yet another shock.

Isn't that too ostentatious?

Today, vehicles aren't allowed around the plaza, let alone driving straight onto it. Any power doing such a thing is practically courting death.

The SUV came to a stop, and the door opened.

A young man walked out, and everyone gasped subconsciously, especially the women.

"So handsome!"

"This... how can someone be so handsome?"

"That aura!!!"

Today, Luo Yu was dressed in formal attire, which made his already extraordinary appearance even more striking and handsome, drawing everyone's gaze.

He was in complete contrast to the throng of young men on the plaza.

"Swoosh!"

The Black-robed Governor's eyes widened, and he zoomed over instantly.

All the people around held their breath, silently starting to mourn for the handsome young man.

He must be the scion of a big family, otherwise, he wouldn't dare to drive so brazenly up here.

If today's ceremony was presided over by a low-grade martial artist as usual, it might have been fine, but today's host is a Third Grade top Spirit Martialist.

With such a bad temper, how could he put up with this nonsense?

The Black-robed Governor walked toward the Banished Immortal youth step by step, and everyone seemed to have already foreseen the young man's dire outcome as he was thrown out.

"Thud!"

A crisp sound rang out.

Everyone's eyes widened, mouths agape in disbelief, struggling to comprehend.

They couldn't believe what they were seeing was real.

"Am I seeing things?

"Did I really see that correctly?"

"This... this is too exaggerated."

All eyes incredulously watched the same direction. Such a formidable Third Grade big shot, a powerful official in any other place, obviously in a foul mood, actually knelt down without a word to a young man who had done something extremely inappropriate.

"Third Army Governor Li Qingfeng, pays respects to Young Master Luo."

The Black-robed Governor's voice was clear and firm, not caring in the least about the crowd of onlookers, as he respectfully bowed to Luo Yu.

Luo Yu nodded slightly.

"Governor Li, there's no need for formalities, we are all one of us."

"My grandfather mentioned you, he always had high praise for you."

"You flatter me, Young Master."

"You're here for the awakening, aren't you? I'm here on duty specially waiting for you, to be at your service."

A smile appeared on Li Qingfeng's face, astounding the surrounding spectators into silence.

He can smile?

Smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum, is that really the same cold Grand Commander from before?

Just who was this youth of seemingly extraordinary status?

"Young Master Luo, please!"

Li Qingfeng bowed and gestured, inviting Luo Yu to step through the crowd and onto the awakening stage lined with Bronze Pillars.

Luo Yu shook his head.

"There's no need."

"Everyone's been queuing here for so long; I see no reason to make use of any special privileges. I'll stand at the end of the line just fine."

Li Qingfeng was at a loss for words, not expecting Luo Yu to respond like this.

The rest of the crowd also looked over with peculiar gazes.

Ignoring Li Qingfeng's attempts to dissuade him, Luo Yu naturally walked to the back of the queue, waiting for his turn to awaken.