Chapter 187: A Name Spreads Across the Continent
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In front of the solemn and majestic Douluo Hall, Bibi Dong raised her scepter high.
The crowd fell into absolute silence.
Then, in a dignified voice, she announced:
"Citizens of Spirit City, today, under the watchful eyes of all the titled Douluo enshrined within Douluo Hall, we shall witness the rise of a new titled Douluo."
"Wang Li, twenty years old, mutated Blue Silver Grass martial spirit, innate rank-three soul power, having endured countless hardships and overcome endless obstacles, has now reached rank ninety-one and ascended as a titled Douluo."
A heavy silence followed.
Then—like a raging tide—cheers erupted, shaking the heavens.
The sheer weight of Wang Li's achievements was nothing short of earth-shattering.
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Bibi Dong turned her gaze toward Wang Li.
A warm smile graced her lips, yet her eyes remained as calm as still water.
She spoke again:
"Wang Li, achieving the title of titled Douluo is not just an honor, but also a responsibility. As one of the strongest figures in the soul master world, a titled Douluo bears the duty of upholding fairness, justice, stability, and peace…"
"You must never raise a hand against lower-ranked soul masters or commoners. Should you encounter fallen soul masters who commit crimes of murder, pillage, and violation, you must eliminate them without hesitation, ensuring peace across the continent…"
She continued at length.
Many of her words were empty declarations—principles she herself had no intention of following.
Yet, to the lower-ranked soul masters and ordinary citizens, these ideals meant everything.
The weak naturally hoped that the strong would be kind, honorable, and just. This belief was the foundation upon which Spirit Hall built its authority.
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At last, Bibi Dong solemnly declared:
"As the only titled Douluo in history to possess the Blue Silver Grass martial spirit, your martial spirit shall be your title, a name that will accompany you for the rest of your life."
"Your title shall be—Blue Silver!"
"Now, Your Eminence Blue Silver, step forward. As the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, I shall personally crown you."
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Wang Li's heart stirred.
Even for someone as confident as him, the sheer magnitude of this moment made him a little excited.
The spotlight, the attention, the glory—he enjoyed every bit of it.
He stepped toward Bibi Dong and Hu Liena, standing before them with a slight smile.
"Many thanks, Your Holiness," he said politely.
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At this close distance, Bibi Dong studied the tall and striking Wang Li, making one final attempt to win him over.
She spoke in a gentle yet persuasive tone:
"Your Eminence Blue Silver, would you consider joining Spirit Hall? Together, we can uphold justice and fairness across the continent.
"It is a great cause, and we need more like-minded individuals."
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Wang Li, however, simply smiled and declined:
"No, thank you. I cherish my freedom.
"In the future, I shall live as an independent soul master.
"Of course, even if I do not stand with Spirit Hall, I will always uphold my own sense of justice."
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Bibi Dong lowered her gaze slightly, concealing the cold glint that flashed through her eyes.
Her tone remained calm as she said:
"Very well, that is truly unfortunate. I won't press the matter any further.
"Nana, step forward."
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Upon hearing her teacher's command, Hu Liena quickly lowered her head and stepped closer.
She dared not look at Wang Li—the confident, radiant Wang Li.
A sigh echoed in her heart.
"As if it wasn't enough for him to become so strong…
Now he has to become so damn handsome, too.
Why… why does it have to be him?"
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As Hu Liena approached, Bibi Dong pulled back the red cloth covering the tray in her hands.
At that moment, a lavish purple-gold crown was revealed.
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The entire plaza rose to their feet.
From the ordinary soul masters in the audience to the titled Douluo in the VIP section—all stood in solemn respect.
All eyes turned to Wang Li and Bibi Dong at the center of the stage.
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With slow and deliberate movements, Bibi Dong lifted the purple-gold crown and placed it upon Wang Li's head, adjusting it carefully.
Then, in a voice clear and resolute, she proclaimed:
"The ceremony is complete.
"Your Eminence Blue Silver, from this day forward, you shall be honored and revered across Douluo Continent.
"In life, you shall receive endless admiration.
"In death, you shall be enshrined within Douluo Hall, your legacy remembered for generations to come."
She took a step back.
"Now, say a few words."
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Wang Li wasn't expecting to make a speech, but after a brief moment of thought, he turned toward the sea of spectators and spoke calmly:
"Being born humble is not a disgrace.
Refusing to work hard—that is what makes a person worthless."
"My mutated Blue Silver Grass martial spirit has evolved to this point. It is no longer just Blue Silver Grass.
It is the Blue Silver Emperor."
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"No matter how ordinary a martial spirit may seem—
"No matter how low one's innate talent—
"As long as you continue to cultivate, and as long as you choose the right soul rings,
"You can break past your limits.
"You can evolve your martial spirit.
"You can surpass yourself.
"You can achieve rebirth."
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It was a motivational speech, no doubt.
Yet, his words were not empty.
Wang Li possessed a system, allowing him to see his martial spirit's direct evolution.
However, even without a system, the essence of what he said remained true:
For any soul master, choosing soul rings similar to their martial spirit could enhance their martial spirit's quality and increase their talent.
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Just as every soul beast had the potential to reach 100,000 years,
Even the weakest Blue Silver Grass, when cultivated for 100,000 years,
Could one day become a king among soul beasts.
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Wang Li's words weren't just for his own grandeur.
They were meant to give commoner soul masters a direction—a path forward.
If one generation could not succeed, then three generations could.
If martial spirits were steadily refined, then perhaps, one day, their descendants could rise.
And perhaps—one day—they could change their fate.
At that moment, the surrounding soul masters fell into silence.
Even the titled Douluo present were deep in thought, trying to discern the secret behind Wang Li's immense power from his words.
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Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes, a dangerous glint flashing across them as she gazed at Wang Li.
A thought surfaced in her mind:
"Blue Silver Grass… Blue Silver Emperor…"
"So this is why, even as a mere Soul Douluo, he was able to defeat Tang Hao, a rank-ninety-five titled Douluo…"
"Perhaps the Blue Silver Emperor is a martial spirit even greater than the Clear Sky Hammer…"
"Unbelievable… The ordinary Blue Silver Grass could actually mutate into something this powerful?"
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"A nine-ringed titled Douluo, with two hundred-thousand-year soul rings… Unless a Hyper Douluo appears, almost no one can match him."
"This is troublesome. And with Dugu Bo by his side, that makes two Hyper Douluo… Even more formidable than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan combined."
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At that moment, the inner sanctum of the Elder Hall, the core of Spirit Hall's true power, was also paying close attention.
Within the Grand Worship Hall, the seven Worship Elders, including Qian Daoliu, along with Qian Renxue, were secretly observing the coronation ceremony.
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Qian Daoliu's deep voice broke the silence:
"This man is extraordinary… A genius among geniuses."
"If he had been born in our era, even I and Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Clan might have had to step aside for him."
"He possesses the bearing of an Absolute Douluo."
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The six other Worship Elders each reacted differently.
The golden-crocodile-like Jin'e, the azure-winged Qingluan, the lion-like Xiong Shi, the radiant Guang Ling, and the formidable Qianjun and Jiangmo—all of them shared one common expression.
Envy.
Of them all, only Jin'e possessed a single hundred-thousand-year soul ring.
But Wang Li… had two.
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At that moment, Qian Renxue looked different from before.
Her aura was more holy, more divine.
A golden seraphim sigil shimmered on her smooth forehead, emanating a radiance that commanded reverence.
She suddenly clenched her fists, eyes burning with determination.
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"Grandfather," she declared, "it was this man who made me resolve to become stronger."
"I personally watched him grow from a twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor to a twenty-year-old titled Douluo."
"He made me realize…"
"All schemes, all worldly power—"
"Are nothing but illusions in the face of absolute strength."
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Her gaze sharpened.
"One day, I will challenge Wang Li. Face-to-face. Fair and square."
"And I will defeat him with my own hands."
"That will be my way of thanking him… for teaching me this truth."
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Qian Daoliu was delighted by her words.
At long last, Qian Renxue had found her true purpose.
She now possessed an unwavering goal, the will to grow stronger.
With such a mindset, how could she possibly fail the Nine Angelic Trials?
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"If she defeats Wang Li one day…"
"Her mind will reach true enlightenment. The path to godhood will become smooth and unhindered."
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Qian Daoliu's expression relaxed.
He burst into hearty laughter:
"Xiaoxue, you have truly stepped onto your own path."
"Twenty years of undercover work may have slowed your soul power cultivation, but it tempered your heart."
"With such unwavering resolve, you will be able to perfectly control the divine power you obtain from the God Trials."
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The six other Worship Elders looked at Qian Renxue with eager expressions.
Even though most of Spirit Hall's elders had been swayed by Bibi Dong,
All of the Worship Elders remained firm in their belief—
Qian Renxue was the true heir of Spirit Hall.
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Back at the main venue, the coronation had ended.
Wang Li, accompanied by Dugu Yan, strode away in full view of the crowd.
Tens of thousands of people watched as he left the city.
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Once outside, Dugu Yan glanced at him with a teasing smile.
"Well, Your Eminence Blue Silver, how do you feel now?"
"Are you happy? Excited?"
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Wang Li clasped his hands behind his back.
Lifting his gaze to the vast sky, he let out a deep, contemplative sigh.
Then, a smile formed on his lips.
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"I've trained endlessly…"
"Now, I have reached this level."
"I have gained honor. I have gained status."
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He turned his head to look at Dugu Yan.
"I have beauty."
"I have wealth."
"Perhaps I lack nothing now."
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His smile widened.
"Now, the only thing left—aside from reaching the peak of soul mastery—"
"Is to leave behind a legacy… that will be remembered for all eternity."
Wang Li's coronation in Spirit City sent shockwaves throughout the entire Douluo Continent.
Across every branch of Spirit Hall, information about him was immediately updated.
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The Star Luo Empire's soul master world was left in disbelief and regret.
"How could such an existence… not be from Star Luo?"
The Heaven Dou Empire's soul master world was struck with repeated waves of shock.
"A former prodigy known throughout the land has finally reached the rank of Titled Douluo…"
"Expected, yet also completely unexpected. He's only twenty."
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Emperor Xue Ye sat on his throne, his expression somewhat lost.
"Wang Li… does he truly have no limits?"
"Soul Emperor, Soul Sage, Soul Douluo, Titled Douluo…"
"Five years. He crossed multiple realms. Does the concept of bottlenecks not apply to him?"
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As a mortal emperor, he knew very well—
A twenty-year-old Titled Douluo wasn't just terrifyingly talented.
Their lifespan was vastly superior to those who reached the title at seventy or eighty years old.
A genius like that could protect an empire for a century…
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However, Emperor Xue Ye quickly suppressed his regrets and steadied himself.
He was the emperor—he could not afford to dwell on past decisions.
Even without Wang Li and Dugu Bo, he still had the Clear Sky Clan and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
With seven titled Douluo at his side, the Heaven Dou Empire had reached its golden age.
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Raising his head high, he turned to Xue Beng, his voice solemn:
"Xue Beng, remember this well—"
"An emperor must never regret his decisions."
"If you make a choice, stand by it."
"A ruler who constantly changes his mind will lose his authority. If your ministers stop fearing you, they will stop respecting you."
"In the imperial family, there are no true bonds of affection. As an emperor, you must be ruthless."
"Your decrees must be absolute—so that no one dares to disobey them."
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Xue Beng straightened his back and responded loudly:
"Yes, Royal Father!"
Dressed in formal attire, his usual arrogance had faded, replaced by a newfound composure.
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Since Xue Qinghe's disappearance, Xue Beng had been steadily pushed toward the throne.
Though not yet officially crowned, he was already treated as the Crown Prince.
Perhaps due to his unreliable past, Emperor Xue Ye kept him close, personally guiding his every word and action.
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At first, Xue Beng had felt both fear and excitement.
But now, with his safety assured, he had completely abandoned his old facade and fully embraced his role as heir.
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Seeing this, Emperor Xue Ye nodded in satisfaction.
"Xue Beng is not beyond saving."
"With the full support of the Clear Sky Clan and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, my Heaven Dou Empire will only continue to thrive."
"Wang Li, Dugu Bo… a pity. If only you weren't so arrogant, I would still have entrusted you with great responsibilities."
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Meanwhile, in another part of the palace, the Clear Sky Clan's Second Elder paced restlessly.
"That brat… Wang Li… he's now a Titled Douluo."
"Not only did he defeat Tang Hao, but he also stole the title of youngest Titled Douluo in history!"
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His expression darkened.
"A twenty-year-old Titled Douluo… we can no longer afford to ignore him."
"Worse still—he harbors hostility toward us."
"I must inform the Clan Master immediately. We need to make a decision regarding this threat."
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Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's palace residence, Ning Fengzhi wore a complicated expression.
His thoughts drifted back to the first time he met Wang Li.
At the time, Wang Li had only four soul rings.
"I never would have imagined… in just eight years… he would become a Titled Douluo."
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He sighed inwardly.
"Back then, I judged him to have the potential of a Soul Sage, with a chance to reach Soul Douluo."
"Now, I realize how laughably short-sighted I was."
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Turning to Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, he asked:
"Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu… According to Spirit Hall's report, Wang Li's soul rings are: two yellow, two purple, three black, two red. That means he has two hundred-thousand-year soul rings."
"In your opinion, how strong is he?"
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Bone Douluo's face stiffened.
Even after all these years, he was still stuck at rank ninety-five.
Thinking of two hundred-thousand-year soul rings, he shook his head bitterly.
"I don't think I can defeat him."
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Sword Douluo, despite losing an arm, had achieved enlightenment.
His sword heart had awakened, and his soul power had risen to rank ninety-seven.
He analyzed carefully before concluding:
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"After rank ninety-six, each level brings a massive power increase."
"But Wang Li… possesses two hundred-thousand-year soul rings."
"At minimum, that means he has two hundred-thousand-year soul bones as well."
"With those immense boosts, he can be considered a Hyper Douluo."
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Ning Fengzhi's expression darkened.
At last, he sighed.
"Fate is truly fickle…"
"Poison Douluo's granddaughter… truly has an eye for talent."
"If only my Rongrong had such luck…"
"If Wang Li were her husband, I would never have to worry. The protection of love is beyond all political interests."
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Shrek Academy was no longer an academy.
Most students had left.
Only a few people remained—Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong, Flender, and the former Shrek Seven Devils: Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, Tang San.
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Inside a dimly lit room, Yu Xiaogang's face twisted in rage.
His voice roared with madness:
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"'A lowly background is not a shame—only a lack of effort makes one trash'?!"
"He's insulting me! He's absolutely mocking me!"
"A useless martial spirit is a useless martial spirit!"
"Rosanpao is trash! Blue Silver Grass is trash!"
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His hands trembled violently.
"If effort alone could change fate…"
"Then why am I still stuck at rank twenty-nine?!"
"How could Blue Silver Grass evolve into Blue Silver Emperor?"
"Why didn't my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon evolve… why did it become Rosanpao instead?!"
"It's fake… it must be fake!"
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Driven by rage and denial, Yu Xiaogang locked himself in his room.
He smashed everything he could find.
A storm of curses and crashing objects echoed through Shrek Academy.
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(End of Chapter)