Ultimate Traveler starts from Douluo

A quiet murmur of agreement spread through the hall. No one blamed him. His granddaughter had just become something extraordinary—how could any grandfather let her go without knowing what dangers lay ahead?

Qian Douluo nodded respectfully, his eyes acknowledging the weight of the old Douluo's words.

"Your concern is valid, brother," he said solemnly. "But rest assured—the mission is not to a battlefield. Rather, it is to a place… of immense destiny."

He looked out over the assembly, his tone shifting into something deeper—almost reverent.

"This is all I can say. Just know, sending your granddaughter is an immense opportunity that even I wish I could grab," he said, then added, "Just believe me—the Martial Spirit evolution is only the beginning."

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at the Grand Priest, his aged face solemn but respectful.

"Then, as you say," he said with a deep nod before turning to face his granddaughter, Xiao Yu. His stern expression softened slightly, though the strength behind his words remained.

"Xiao Yu," he said, his voice carrying across the sacred hall, "from now on, you are to follow every order that Ling Yuan gives you. Treat her words as mine. And don't worry—if she dares to bully you…" he gave Ling Yuan a sidelong smirk, "I'll personally spank her."

The hall burst into restrained chuckles, though Ling Yuan's eyes immediately sharpened. She turned to glare at him, eyes glinting with that familiar cold fire.

"Hmph!" she snorted, crossing her arms. "If I had a daughter, I'd send her on this mission without a second thought!"

She stepped forward slightly, her tone no longer teasing but reverent—almost wistful.

"Think of your granddaughter as the one carrying all the fortune of your bloodline. All your family's luck—condensed into this single opportunity."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's smile faded into a contemplative silence. He looked once more at Xiao Yu, who stood silently beside the other two girls—her spirit newly awakened, her path only just beginning.

He gave a slow nod.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Golden Crocodile Douluo muttered, scratching his head, "but if you and the Grand Priest are both saying it… then I suppose this is really my family's fortune."

The Grand Priest nodded solemnly, the light of foresight glinting faintly in his ancient eyes.

Then, with a sharp turn of his head, Qian Daoliu's gaze fell on a carefree, robe-fluttering Douluo at the edge of the hall—his presence unmistakable.

"Glowing Feather Douluo," Qian Daoliu said sternly, voice echoing like a divine command, "do not try to chase after Ling Yuan again, or I will personally have you placed under house arrest."

The hall fell silent, several titled Douluo stiffening as their eyes darted to the side, where Glowing Feather Douluo had been subtly inching toward the exit, clearly intending to "happen" upon Ling Yuan's departure path.

The accused Douluo stopped mid-step, awkwardly raising his hands in surrender. "Elder Brother, I was just… taking a walk. Coincidentally. In that direction…"

"Old Crocodile," Qian Daoliu added without turning his head, "keep him restrained until an hour has passed since Ling Yuan has left."

"Understood." Golden Crocodile Douluo stepped forward immediately, placing a heavy hand on Glowing Feather Douluo's shoulder—who deflated with a sigh.

"Am I really that untrustworthy…?" he mumbled under his breath.

And if even a single person in the hall had been honest with him in that moment, they would have all nodded.

Without hesitation.

Qian Daoliu gave one last solemn glance toward Ling Yuan and the three girls, his voice both gentle and commanding.

"You may leave now, Ling Yuan. Take them with you. Girls—say goodbye to your families. I do not know when you will return."

The statement struck a heavy chord in the sacred hall. For a brief moment, even the air seemed to pause.

The two younger girls—Meimei and Xiao Yu—nodded obediently, though the slight redness in their eyes betrayed the deep emotion welling behind their composed expressions. They were only six years old, after all, barely understanding the scale of the world, yet now they were being entrusted with a mission and had to go away from home.

Hu Liena, now the official Saintess of Spirit Hall, watched them quietly. She knew the path of cultivation was never easy, and sometimes, destiny came knocking long before one was ready. Though she was happy she didn't have to go, she also felt she was missing something great.

As the large double doors of the Worship Hall opened, a cold gust of air brushed past them. The group stepped outside—Ling Yuan in the lead, her silver hair rippling slightly behind her, flanked by the two chosen girls.

As they left, Qian Douluo looked at the others and said, "There is one more thing. These are two self-created spirit skills. One is called Green Sun Art, and the other is White Light Steps. White Light Steps is a movement-type spirit skill, while Green Sun Art is an art based on the life element as the main attribute, with fire and light as supporting elements. Everyone can learn these two arts, though if one possesses the life element, the power will be even greater."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the essence of the two arts he had created flew into everyone's hands.

Everyone began to examine and immerse themselves in it.

"Amazing! One can actually meditate like this," Bright Lion Douluo said, and the others nodded in agreement.

"This method reshapes my worldview. While meditating with it, I feel like my cultivation speed is ten times faster," one of them said excitedly. "And I don't even have the life element—only fire. Yet, it still works!"

The others nodded in agreement.

Bibi Dong, however, was feeling a bit down as she listened. She didn't possess the life, light, or fire elements—any of which were essential to cultivating this art effectively. It might even be harmful to attempt it without them.

But in the end, she still kept the arts Qian Douluo gave them, since her disciple did have at least the fire element.

On the other side…

Once outside, Meimei, who had been unusually quiet until now, looked up at her aunt.

"Auntie… what is this great opportunity you mentioned?" she asked with a rare mix of innocence and sharp curiosity. She was not like other children—bright, observant, and well beyond her age. In fact, Ling Yuan had chosen her first for a reason—when the name for the golden pill first surfaced in her mind, it was "Meimei."

It wasn't just because of blood.

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