Douluo Dalu (Soul Land): Villain Life Simulator

Over two years passed quickly. Su Cheng and his companions, having traversed the entire continent, finally arrived at their last planned destination: the City of Slaughter.

Standing beside Su Cheng, the three-eyed golden Lion, looked at the blood-stained city ahead with disgust. "What kind of wretched place is this? It looks revolting," it complained.

"The City of Slaughter. Both the God of Shura and the God of Rakshasa have their godly inheritances here," Su Cheng explained.

"The God of Shura?!"

"That's right. There's an inheritance here at the level of a God-King."

"Are you planning to go after the God of Shura's inheritance?"

With a mixture of suspicion and fear, the three-eyed golden Lion looked back at Su Cheng. It had occasionally heard Di Tian speak of the God Realm and understood how terrifying the God of Shura truly was.

"You ask too many questions," Su Cheng replied casually. "This isn't something you need to worry about—I know what I'm doing."

Having dismissed the Lion's concerns, Su Cheng continued walking toward the city, ignoring the beast's discontented growl. Meanwhile, Ah Yin had already retreated into his martial soul, unable to bear the city's foul, bloody aura. Su Cheng didn't force her to stay, as she'd requested to return to his martial soul on her own.

For ordinary soul masters without the protection of the Domain of the God of Slaughter, using soul skills within the City of Slaughter was impossible. But unfortunately for the city, this restriction didn't apply to Su Cheng. He didn't rely on soul skills or soul power; his strength was an independent world, impervious to the limitations of external environments.

At this point, Su Cheng's body had fully matured, and after relentless, tireless training with Ah Yin, his power had reached the level of a Second-Class God. Once his spiritual power fully merged with his true energy, he would reach the peak of Second-Class Godhood. At that time, he would condense a ring of law using Dragon God's blood, then shatter it to break through his bottleneck, achieving further progress.

As Su Cheng and the beast walked leisurely through the city, their presence went entirely undetected. Neither the nominal ruler of the City of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter, nor Tang Hao, who covertly monitored his son's progress with the title of Slaughter God, knew that an uninvited guest had arrived in their midst.

Tang San, once again, survived the gruesome battle in the Hell Slaughter Arena. Returning to his solitary quarters, he felt a constant, icy chill spreading throughout his body, mingled with a vague sense of pleasure pulsing in his blood and soul. He could feel his Blue Silver Grass martial soul greedily absorbing the city's bloody aura, undergoing a silent yet profound transformation.

Were it not for the internal strength of the Mysterious Heaven Skill running through him, his soul power might have even experienced unknown changes in nature. Sitting on his bed in quiet meditation, Tang San had no idea that every move he made was being observed.

"This guy always manages to come up with new tricks…" Su Cheng muttered, his eyes gleaming with a glassy, crystalline light.

He noticed that Tang San's first martial soul was no longer the relatively ordinary Blue Silver Grass it had once been. It had undergone some alternative evolution—not into the Blue Silver Emperor, but a crimson-hued Blue Silver Grass with formidable devouring and evolving abilities.

"Interesting. Although it's somewhat sinister and its growth potential is limited, in terms of its current quality, it's not much worse than the newly awakened Blue Silver Emperor. And it still has room to improve. While it's different from the original, it does make up for the martial soul's previous shortcomings."

Su Cheng speculated that Tang San's transformation likely stemmed from Su Cheng preventing his awakening as the Blue Silver Emperor through normal channels. However, Tang San had discovered an alternative path, perhaps connected to his external spirit bone, the Eight Spider Lances. Coupled with the foundation from Xiao Wu's sacrificial 100,000-year fifth spirit ring, he stumbled upon another way to strengthen his martial soul.

"Let's wait and see how this guy's fate unfolds…" Su Cheng thought, his forehead emitting a faint, crystalline glow. Yet the light quickly faded, and his expression shifted slightly. Observing Tang San's fate had consumed even more energy than examining the Sea God's.

"It seems that I'll have to wait until after the Divine War to get the answers." At that moment, an idea struck Su Cheng, and he patted the three-eyed golden Lion's head. "Take a look at this person. See if his situation is like yours."

The beast shook its head in annoyance, glared at him, and growled, "Stop treating me like a pet!"

"Alright, you sure are full of quirks." Su Cheng withdrew his hand and gestured with his eyes toward Tang San.

Snorting in mild displeasure, the three-eyed golden Lion finally looked in Tang San's direction. After a mere glance, it shook its head. "Not the same. I don't sense anything special. Nothing worth noting."

"I see."

After observing for a while longer, Su Cheng turned to leave. Today, he'd merely taken a moment to check on Tang San; his main target lay elsewhere. As he walked, Su Cheng pondered.

The Trajectory Demon Eye's ability to peer into destiny was based on information collection and future prediction. In this world, destiny results from the natural laws of the universe and interactions between highly influential beings. The True Vision Eye, on the other hand, provided the ability to observe the rules governing the world.

If he wanted to fully unlock the Trajectory Demon Eye, he'd need to further absorb the racial fate of living beings, which represented the general future trajectory of a particular group. Without a doubt, the most influential beings in the Douluo Plane were the spirit beasts and humans—two intelligent species capable of evolution and growth.

He had already gathered the spirit beasts' information from the three-eyed golden Lion. Since the human aspect wasn't found in Tang San, it was likely with Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong.

In a dim, spacious room within the City of Slaughter, a tall man cloaked in a massive, blood-red robe looked on in shock at the young man who had silently infiltrated his quarters. "An inheritor of the God of Shura? Impossible!"

In the past century, the King of Slaughter had known every person who had taken the Slaughter City trial and every soul master who had earned the title of Slaughter God. This young man before him was not one of them.

However, the purity of the young man's murderous aura and domain was astonishingly strong, even somewhat akin to the power of Shura hidden in the depths of the Hell Road.

"What's impossible?" Su Cheng asked calmly. "Who told you that the God of Shura's inheritance only exists here in the City of Slaughter? If you want to live, hand over the Demon Sword. I know you have it."

Feigning the Slaughter God's domain was easy for him, and his aura was even more authentic than that of the official inheritors. After all, in the real world, he had personally experienced the Hell Road alongside Bibi Dong and Zhu Zhuqing, feeling the essence of Shura's power.

Even though it had been diluted countless times, its essence remained fundamentally the same.

Su Cheng wasn't fully certain how far Tang Chen had advanced in his understanding, but he knew that when it came to mastery over the Killing God Domain, Tang Hao and Bibi Dong were far inferior in comparison.

Upon hearing this, the Slaughter King's expression flickered with a complex array of emotions.

He could sense with absolute clarity that the person standing before him was exceptionally powerful, likely on par with Tang Chen's peak strength when he'd inhabited this very body.

But that peak was long gone; the current body, after all, had a new owner. Its physical form had been deeply corroded by the Slaughter King's essence, and Tang Chen's mind remained in constant resistance. Over the years, this internal conflict had depleted him significantly, reducing his strength to less than half of his peak.

And, as the King of Slaughter, his advantage of being in the heart of the Slaughter City was nullified by Su Cheng's Killing God Domain.

Yet, there was no way he would willingly surrender the Shura Demon Sword. This was a task given to him directly by the god of Rakshasa; he dared not deviate from it in the slightest.

The god of Rakshasa was a figure of pure malevolence. No one understood this better than him—it was a collection of pure malice. Should he fail in his mission, the consequences would surely be a fate worse than death.

"...Alright."

After a moment's hesitation, the Slaughter King nodded. He stepped forward, and a faint red glow began to emit from his hand, revealing the overwhelming presence of the Shura Demon Sword.

Su Cheng simply stood there, watching him calmly.

In the dim room, they stood only a few paces apart, and in a few short steps, the Slaughter King was right in front of Su Cheng.

In the next instant, a dense red mist surged forth, filling the entire room in seconds. The thick stench of blood was nauseating, laced with intense poison and corrosive energy.

A blood-tinged fist, emanating an aura rivaling that of an Ultimate Douluo, swung toward Su Cheng, who raised his left hand and caught it firmly.

Using the momentum, the Slaughter King retreated, pale skin now covered in intricate blood-red lines, and a sword-shaped mark appeared on his forehead. Simultaneously, a pair of massive, blood-red wings unfurled from his back.

He was burning his most precious blood essence in a desperate attack, aiming only to buy himself a few seconds.

His goal was to escape.

The Shura Demon Sword was Tang Chen's possession, and the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King that had taken over Tang Chen's body had never gained the sword's full recognition. He couldn't wield it for combat.

Without using the divine weapon, he knew he stood no chance of winning. This was clear to him from the moment he'd sensed Su Cheng's aura.

However, when it came to speed, the Bat King still had confidence in himself.

"Heh." Su Cheng let out a scoff, unsurprised by his response.

In truth, even if the Slaughter King had cooperated, Su Cheng hadn't intended to show mercy.

His eyes flashed faintly, and he formed a sword with his fingers, thrusting it forward.

In an instant, a sword strike, imitating pure Shura divine power, arrived ahead of the fleeing Slaughter King. Without killing the host body, Tang Chen, it struck the core of the Bat King, instantly extinguishing most of its life force.

Su Cheng couldn't manifest true Shura divine power on a comparable level, but creating a sub-divine sword capable of bypassing the Bat King's awareness was easy enough.

After dealing with the Bat King, Su Cheng didn't immediately look at the fallen blood-red Shura Demon Sword, nor did he pay attention to Tang Chen's unconscious body lying on the floor. Instead, he focused on a thin wisp of blood mist retreating quickly into the air.

He observed this remnant of the Bat King's weakened life force with his Trajectory Demon Eye, studying it in silence.

Only after it had completely vanished did he lower his gaze to the unconscious Tang Chen.

He then took out two vials of elixirs and carefully administered them to Tang Chen.

These two vials contained elixirs Su Cheng had crafted recently with rare herbs. One would sustain Tang Chen's life force, while the other would keep him in a long-term slumber.

Currently, Tang Chen remained a candidate for the Shura God's inheritance, holding the highest number of completed trials and being closest to success.

Thus, eliminating him outright could attract the Shura God's attention. Keeping him in a suspended state was the optimal approach.

Once everything was settled, Su Cheng turned his serious gaze toward the fallen blood-red greatsword.

He had allowed the blood mist containing the residual will of the god of Rakshasa to escape earlier, but now he fully activated his domain of True Power, enveloping the area and sealing off any lingering auras.

"Ah Yin, are you ready?"

"Are you absolutely sure about this?" Ah Yin, integrated into Su Cheng's spirit, asked him in a voice tinged with barely concealed worry.

"Don't worry. Once this is done, I'll return to Spirit Hall, where Bibi Dong and Su Yue are. I won't be in any danger for a while."

"...Alright." Ah Yin remained silent for a while before giving a quiet sigh of resignation.

Taking a deep breath, Su Cheng readied himself. Then, under the stunned gaze of the newly-arrived Three-Eyed Golden Lion, he removed his shirt.

He drew a half-foot-long cut across his chest. Surrounding his hand with dense True Power, he picked up the Shura Demon Sword from the ground.

The moment he grasped the hilt, his expression shifted.

The chaotic and violent nature of this weapon was far beyond what he had anticipated.

He had underestimated the force of Shura divine power.

Calculating in his mind, he lifted the sword from the ground and, ignoring the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's horrified cries, plunged the terrifyingly powerful sword into his own chest.

"Are you insane?!"

"..."

But at that moment, Su Cheng was already too focused to respond to the lion's outburst.

His face twisted with pain, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes bloodshot, and beads of sweat rolling down his face.

Meanwhile, the Shura Demon Sword in his hand trembled incessantly, as if it had a life of its own, struggling against him.

Yet, under the strict suppression of his unique True Power, its resistance was in vain. Bit by bit, he forced it into his body…

This operation needed to be carried out within the Slaughter City.

This place, tainted by Rakshasa divine power, alongside the concealment of True Power, could shield many abnormalities.

If he attempted this outside the Slaughter City, the true owner of the Shura Demon Sword would undoubtedly be alerted.