Douluo: I’m Totally a Support Type… Probably

Yu Xiaogang's face basked in the imagined light of future triumph.

With support from the Star Luo Empire…

A victorious smile crept across his lips.

My theory… once published, will shake the continent. Reputation? Status? Power? I will have it all.

Helping Dai Mubai hadn't just solved his financial troubles, it had opened a royal gate. A direct connection to imperial backing. That alone would silence all those who had once mocked him. The theory he crafted, sharpened by years of failure and loneliness, would finally be acknowledged.

He imagined crowds clapping. Soul masters worshipping him.

Meanwhile, Wu Lan watched him quietly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

He couldn't wait.

Not to see Yu Xiaogang rise… but to watch him fall.

Let's see what kind of dark future your arrogance will lead you to.

Leaving the man and his delusions behind, Wu Lan turned and walked away.

Outside his room, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing were waiting.

"You're late," Xiao Wu puffed her cheeks.

Zhuqing said nothing, but her eyes softened at the sight of him.

Wu Lan chuckled and patted Xiao Wu's head. "Let's go."

They traveled for hours at a leisurely pace. Xiao Wu, as usual, wandered off to eat anything that looked remotely edible, playing and exploring along the way. Despite the distractions, they enjoyed the journey.

Soon, a village came into view, small, quiet, and seemingly lifeless.

The cracked wooden sign read: Soul Ancestor Village.

At first glance, it looked abandoned. There were clear signs of looting, shattered windows, broken carts, scorched rooftops.

Xiao Wu slowed. Her ears twitched.

"Brother…" Her voice was barely a whisper. "...Why is it so quiet?"

Zhuqing narrowed her eyes, scanning rooftops and doorways.

"Something's wrong. The damage is recent… but no bodies. No blood. Just… silence."

Wu Lan activated Blue Silver Sense to search for any villagers nearby.

A few moments passed.

Then his eyes opened. "There's a large group gathered... over there."

He pointed toward a large house at the far end of the village, partially hidden behind a field of dead crops.

The group moved swiftly and cautiously.

As they neared the building, Wu Lan called out, his voice calm yet firm. "Is anyone there? We mean no harm."

For a moment, there was only silence. Then,

Creak.

The door opened slightly, just enough for a wrinkled face to peek through. An old man with a hunched back stepped out, a rusted farming hoe clenched tightly in his gnarled hands.

"Who... who are you?" he asked, his voice shaking. "What do you want?"

He raised the hoe as best he could, though his arms trembled.

But when he saw the group more clearly, three children and two adult women, his posture loosened.

His weapon lowered slightly, and he sighed with relief.

"...Children. You're not... them."

Wu Lan stepped forward, raising both hands to show he meant no harm.

"We're travelers. We saw the damage... and came to check if anyone needed help."

The old man's eyes softened, though wariness lingered.

Inside, murmurs rose. Heads peeked out, women holding children, older men, a few frightened teens. None carried weapons. All wore faces etched with fear.

After a moment of consideration, the old man gestured for them to enter.

Inside, the stench of blood hung in the air.

Upon entering, they saw many injured men lying on the floor. Without hesitation, Wu Lan activated his domain.

Instantly, the villagers' wounds began to heal under their shocked gazes.

Since they were ordinary people, healing them consumed little of Wu Lan's soul power.

Seeing their wounded healed, the villagers let their guard down and offered thanks with heartfelt gratitude.

Afterward, Wu Lan asked what had happened.

The villagers explained that they had mistaken Wu Lan's group for the Black Fang Bandits, a notorious gang that roamed the outskirts of Soto City and nearby villages. The bandits claimed the land as their own and regularly came to "collect taxes" from Soul Ancestor Village and other villages using threats and violence.

"They just came this morning," the old man said bitterly. "Took everything again. Food, coin, even two young boys... forced them to work for them. Said this was their land and they could do whatever they wanted."

Xiao Wu clenched her fists. "How long has this been going on?"

"Three years. We tried to resist once... They burned our fields. Broke our bones. Since then, we just endure."

"Bastards," Xiao Wu exploded.

Zhuqing's expression also turned colder.

"Did you seek help from Spirit Hall?" Wu Lan asked, his voice calm, though his aura betrayed his rising anger.

"We tried. But the Spirit Hall didn't care about our problems," the old man said with despair.

Xiao Wu's hatred for Spirit Hall deepened.

Even Zhuqing looked surprised. Spirit Hall, known for fighting evil soul masters, ignored the plight of common people?

"Which direction did they go?" Wu Lan asked, eyes filled with rage.

"No, don't go!" the old man said quickly. "They have soul masters among them, it's too dangerous for kids."

"Do not worry," Wu Lan reassured him. "These two are powerful soul masters. We'll bring the children back."

He gestured to Bi Ji and Zi Ji.

Hearing this, the parents of the abducted children rushed forward, pleading with them to save their sons. They gave directions immediately.

With determination, Wu Lan stepped outside.

"Bi Ji, Zi Ji, carry Xiao Wu and Zhuqing. Follow me," Wu Lan ordered, his tone serious.

"Yes, Master," the two women replied, instantly obeying.

Due to his bloodline and training, Wu Lan's physical strength had grown immensely.

With Ghost Shadow Steps, his full speed was no less than that of a Title Douluo.

He activated his Blue Silver Sense to the limit, trying to locate the bandits.

After an hour of pursuit, Wu Lan sensed a village in the distance. Chaos, violence, his senses picked up signs of a fight.

He gritted his teeth and ran without pause.

Soon, he arrived near Soul King Village, where the screams of terrified villagers echoed.

But the scene he found was not what he expected.

A beautiful girl with blonde hair stood in the center of the chaos, her sword flashing with righteous fury.

Bandits were being cleaved apart like butter before a hot knife. They didn't stand a chance.

Why is she here?

Wu Lan blinked but quickly pushed the thought aside. With her power, the she could handle the bandits.

But the villagers still needed help.

He moved quickly, focusing on healing the wounded while she continued her bloody dance of vengeance.