Chapter 113

At the same time, myriad strands of brilliant golden lightning erupted outward from Qian Renxue's body, forming a golden sea that covered the entire arena.

"Damn it!" the Devil-Slaying Douluo on the distant platform blurted out a vulgarity.

"Xue'er doesn't usually fight Tian Yue like this; why does she go all out against Feng Hua the moment she fights him, and why does she favor men over women? This is totally unfair—this is a hundred-thousand-year soul bone soul skill; don't kill my Feng Hua."

Qian Jun Douluo glared at him, "What are you doing as the referee, still looking at a hammer? Hurry up and go save them."

Holy Dragon Douluo gazed at the golden sea and couldn't help exclaiming, "Alright, Xue'er knows her limits; you two still have the nerve to say that, with two Super Douluo's companion dragon souls attached, Xue'er not exerting some force would really not easily defeat Feng Hua, and besides, that golden lightning sea isn't aimed at Feng Hua—it's just the inherent might of the soul skill. My goodness, this basically counts as a lightning domain, right?"

In the arena, Qian Gu Feng Hua's body flickered with incandescent white light, a hint of shock on his face; the silver-white Po Xie Dragon shot out from his body, dragging Qian Gu Feng Hua headfirst into the heaven‑toppling, earth‑standing Coiling Dragon Staff—this is another type of fusion, though not as greatly amplified as a martial soul true body, yet the increase in power is still significant.

However, Qian Gu Feng Hua wasn't doing this to boost the power of his Coiling Dragon Staff; he merely wanted to use it to dodge the area‑of‑effect bombardment of Qian Renxue's golden lightning sea.

Damn it, this is merely the aftershock of Qian Renxue's soul bone skill, yet he must avoid its sharp edge.

A brilliant golden fist suddenly appeared out of thin air and violently slammed into the descending Coiling Dragon Staff; amid countless lightning bolts, the sight of the golden giant fist clashing with the staff looked even more shocking.

"Boom——!"

The collision erupted almost instantly; in a flash, the whole heaven and earth seemed to violently tremble, giving a shuddering sensation.

The four pairs of wings beating behind Qian Renxue suddenly froze; her whole body became like a sculpture frozen in time, stiffly suspended in mid‑air.

Meanwhile, Qian Gu Feng Hua's huge Coiling Dragon Staff rebounded upward, flying backward under the tremendous force, and the staff itself became covered with countless fine golden lightning threads.

The huge Coiling Dragon Staff vanished into thin air, while Qian Gu Feng Hua's figure suddenly appeared in the air flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood; his whole body had fallen into a lightning‑induced paralysis, unable to move.

Moreover, having previously activated the artifact soul true form of his Coiling Dragon Staff, his soul condition is now damaged.

Using the artifact soul true form of the Coiling Dragon Staff consumes not only his soul power and strength, but also his soul; that huge Coiling Dragon Staff is the fusion of Qian Gu Feng Hua's own soul with the staff, which is necessary to produce a true artifact soul true form.

The artifact soul true form and the martial soul true form work similarly; if the entire soul is fused, it becomes even stronger, and the most terrifying aspect of the artifact soul true form is that it merges the wielder's own soul with the artifact martial soul into one.

Were it not for the support of those two golden dragon souls, his own soul power would be utterly insufficient to sustain the artifact soul true form.

Qian Gu Feng Hua horrifiedly discovered that his scale‑covered Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand was trembling—not trembling, but the three dragon souls within were resisting further action, and even his own companion Po Xie Dragon was doing the same.

What level of soul beast does Xue'er's left‑arm soul bone come from?

How could this be? Qian Gu Feng Hua knows exactly what kind of dragon soul is attached to his Coiling Dragon Staff; as the sole dragon‑soul‑returning ancestor of the Qian Gu family, the companion dragon soul in his martial soul is the Po Xie Dragon! The Po Xie Dragon is an extraordinarily special dragon clan—it is not even bound by the Dragon God, and even among dragons it is an oddity among oddities; the Po Xie Dragon is heaven‑born and earth‑nurtured, formed from the condensation of heaven and earth's righteous qi; it can be called a dragon clan, or said not to be a pure dragon clan at all, yet it possesses the trait of dispelling some evil.

No matter how powerful the opponent, the Po Xie Dragon will burst forth with an unyielding spirit, often enabling the wielder of the Coiling Dragon Staff to unleash a terrifying power beyond his own.

No, that's wrong! It has nothing to do with Xue'er's left‑arm soul bone; it's absolutely impossible for any soul beast's soul bone to surpass the Dragon God in level—this is Qian Renxue's own doing.

But why, when facing Xue'er, does it resist? Even the Dragon God doesn't frighten it! At the moment of contact, those three dragon souls actually tried to dispel the evil power on Qian Renxue's body, but the key is that all the dark‑negative emotions and power on Qian Renxue have been absorbed by the Black Snow, and together with the purification of the blood‑qi lineage, the Black Snow does not manifest, the spider soul seal lies dormant—so Qian Renxue now truly is the youthful form of the Light Goddess.

Those three dragon souls searched for a long time and found not a trace of evil energy; even at the end they still wanted to take refuge in Qian Renxue's body, but unfortunately they were swatted back by a wing of the Angelic Sacred Core inside her.

Angelic Sacred Core: "What level are you? Sharing a room with me?" Meanwhile, Qian Gu Feng Hua gave up fighting; the three dragon souls in his martial soul were resisting, and without them his strength plummeted. He and those three dragon souls are friends, so it's hard to force them against their will; relying solely on his own soul power level, he is no match for Qian Renxue. Now he has been caught by the Devil‑Slaying Douluo and fallen into the pitted, cratered ground from the battle, as if he had just experienced a great cataclysm.

Dead silence, a silence as still as death.

Even now that the battle has ended, the people below have yet to free themselves from the aftermath of that fight.

Qian Gu Feng Hua leaned on his right‑hand Coiling Dragon Staff to support his body, sighed helplessly, then said with a double meaning: "I lost, Xue'er; what do you think of me?"

Qian Renxue had by now fully absorbed that wisp of shattered planar origin power, a faint smile on her face; she had originally intended to leave after giving Tian Yue and Qian Gu Feng Hua a little knock, but she hadn't expected her gains today to be just as substantial.

She spoke softly: "I can't give any advice on your Coiling Dragon Staff martial soul; Tian Yue and I are both qi‑blood soul masters, but your path is yours alone to walk. My martial soul lacks a Po Xie Dragon soul, so all I can tell you is that the Indomitable Staff Technique is the correct way—just keep progressing step by step."

"Unlike Tian Yue, the path you're walking isn't really related to me; it was merely a casual remark I made back then, and it's your remarkable insight that led you to invent a completely new use for the Coiling Dragon Staff."

"Like that."

Qian Gu Feng Hua gave a wry smile; he couldn't fail to understand Qian Renxue's meaning—her heart is set on climbing to the peak of strength, some things needn't be spelled out too clearly. Fine, this way is better; at least it won't look ugly on the surface. In the end he can only stand far away and watch over her.

The Devil‑Slaying Douluo lightly patted Qian Gu Feng Hua's shoulder; his previously clear vision suddenly grew hazy, so he had to lift his head and close his eyes, feeling that bitterness in his heart, but in the end he could only grip his Coiling Dragon Staff tightly with a dazed, lost expression.

Qian Renxue nodded at the Devil‑Slaying Douluo, then walked toward Qian Daoliu's direction.

Meanwhile, on the platform, Qian Daoliu watched the dejected Qian Gu Feng Hua and said to Qian Jun Douluo, "Aren't you going to comfort him?"

Qian Jun Douluo chuckled, "Who let him chase after the future Angel God? Let him walk the path he chose himself; the bitterness of this road is something only he can taste. Actually, compared to Xue'er, I originally had higher hopes for Feng Hua and Tian Yue."

"It's a pity that this kid and Tian Yue are both single‑mindedly fixated on dying for Xue'er."

Old God Zai Zai's Qian Daoliu shuddered inexplicably, then hurriedly asked:

"Huh? Old Six, what are you talking about? What does it mean that Tian Yue and Feng Hua are both determined to die for Xue'er? Tian Yue is a girl—don't spout nonsense."

Qianjun Douluo grunted, "What's the problem with girls? After that battle of wills between the king and his steed, little Tian Yue looks down on everyone else, and Feng Hua is no different—alas, your granddaughter bears a heavy sin."

"Second brother is still foolishly delighted over Tian Yue's golden bloodline awakening—does Tian Yue even want to bear little crocodiles? He's still celebrating like that; I'd like to see how he'll cry later."

Qian Daoliu felt his CPU about to overload—how... how could this be?

Among the worshippers' descendants, there are only two girls—have they already resolved things internally? Just then, Qian Rin Xue also stepped onto the stage; she nodded to a few worshippers, then strangely glanced at Qian Daoliu's face, and asked: "Grandpa, what's wrong? Your complexion looks awful."

Qian Daoliu's expression shifted, then he shook his head. "Forget it; we still have Qian Xunji at home. He's idle anyway—let him father a few more grandsons for me."

"Grandpa's fine; as long as you're happy, Xue'er."

Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow, "What's going on? I don't get what Qian Daoliu is thinking."

Afterward, she discussed with Qian Daoliu her plan to pit the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

Qian Daoliu pondered for a moment, then said, "Grandpa certainly supports you, but you've only just returned and are already leaving again—must you rush? It's been so long; you and Xiao Feng haven't seen each other in over two years, right?"

Qian Renxue blinked, "Oh right, Ye Feng was left with Grandpa earlier to practice swordsmanship."

And Xiao Feng? He's being called that intimately? Looks like Ye Feng has been sucking up to Grandpa quite a bit.

Qian Renxue said, "Then I'll go harvest some leeks first."

Under Qian Daoliu's gaze, Qian Renxue immediately corrected herself, "I mean I'll go see Ye Feng first before leaving—I haven't seen him in the Offering Hall before, have I? Where is Ye Feng?"

Qian Daoliu nodded with relief, "Since hearing you left the Spirit Hall, this child has been clamoring to go to the Tian Dou Empire, saying he wants to join the Snowclear River Camp to be by your side, but the place you originally went to is after all the City of Slaughter, too dangerous. Ye Feng is different from you, just a child; grandfather feared he would rush headlong, so I went along with his words and said you were going undercover in the Tian Dou Empire."

"Your mother came up with an elite training program of the Spirit Hall; to keep him honest, grandfather had him join it too. He should still be undergoing trials in the Maze Grand Canyon, likely grouped with a few children who have good martial soul talent."

Qian Renxue's eyes lit up; this is a great place to trap Ye Feng!

Mizhang Grand Canyon, this place the spirit beasts' level is the same as Sunset Forest; inside one can even see ten-thousand-year spirit beasts; for Ye Feng at his level as a spirit master it is extremely dangerous.

The main point is the environment inside the canyon; the mist in the canyon is thick, making it very easy to get lost. Perhaps even members of the Golden Generation are mixed up with Ye Feng; then wouldn't Xiao Yuan end up fighting Ye Feng? She seems to have also deceived Xiao Yuan before, but that's not right—Xiao Yuan is too weak, likely he couldn't beat Ye Feng.

Maze Grand Canyon

Ye Feng was currently training in the Lost Tracks Grand Canyon; aside from the ever-present thick fog, this place was actually no different from an ordinary spirit beast forest, except that its entrance was a mountain pass of a canyon, hence the name.

It was once rumored that a hundred‑level god had left a legacy here, so even though the vegetation stays green year‑round, the fog never dissipates.

Ye Feng muttered under his breath, kicking the grass at his feet, "Damn Xiao Yuan, you're a lunatic—who the hell even knows who Le Zhengling is! This bastard's just looking for an excuse to get rid of me! Damn it, you scumbag."

"And where did the rumor of my engagement to Sister Xue'er come from? I wish it were true."

"That bastard teamed up with Hu Liena and the others early on, even egging them on to ostracize me with his twin martial soul of the Diamond Bear and a sword—hah! We're all transmigrants, yet you treat a fellow countryman like this. You'd better watch out; I hope I never catch you alone. My sword won't hesitate either!"

Now that he's alone, he doesn't need to pretend to be some carefree immortal swordsman; he just does whatever feels comfortable.

If he didn't want to make the few original characters of Xie Yue dislike him, he would have already sliced Xiao Yuan to death with a single sword strike.

Ye Feng crept cautiously into the thicket; the fog hung heavy here, and even he had to stay especially alert—right now the top priority was to escape the Lost Tracks Grand Canyon.

His strength is fairly strong—he could even take on a ten‑thousand‑year spirit beast—so Qian Daoliu demanded that he undertake the trial alone, without any teammates.

The Lost Tracks Grand Canyon had dense vegetation, the ground grew increasingly damp, the surrounding air turned muggy and oppressively humid, resembling a rainforest and exuding a smell of rotting plants.

Sunlight filtered through the overlapping dense leaves and struck the ground; the lush vegetation, nourished by abundant rain, grew extremely thick and tangled, with vines entwining and roots knotting together, forming layer upon layer of obstacles.

Ye Feng wore a green robe, a wooden gourd hung at his waist, and deer‑skin boots on his feet as he walked through the misty forest; his black hair was soaked with sweat, the ends sticking tightly to his temples, his fair skin felt uncomfortable under the sun, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, tracing his nose and brushing the corners of his mouth, leaving a salty taste.

After walking a while, Ye Feng suddenly stopped, narrowed his eyes and warily surveyed the surroundings—how strange, there wasn't a single insect chirp or bird call; the silence was somewhat frightening.

Not even mosquitoes or other insects bit him; aside from plants, there was nothing else.

Could he have stumbled into the territory of some ten‑thousand‑year spirit beast? After thinking it over, that seemed the only explanation, yet this place was eerily excessive—even high‑level spirit beasts need to eat, right?

How could there not even be a single low‑level herbivorous spirit beast? This makes no sense—could high‑level spirit beasts survive without food, directly absorbing the essence of heaven and earth? Are they really that overpowered?

Five hundred meters away from Ye Feng, Qian Renxue punched and knocked out a ten‑thousand‑year black tiger, first subduing all those spirit beasts that might interfere; Qian Renxue was very cautious— in the novels she'd read in her past life, protagonists always escaped due to various factors, so she couldn't afford to be careless, since Ye Feng was a transmigrant with a cheat, and her spiritual sense had been constantly monitoring his every move.

What could be easier to loot than right now? This Misty Grand Canyon isn't the Spirit Hall's territory; they're just sent here for training. If you're unlucky, running into an evil spirit master is perfectly normal, right?

After all, the protagonist always has to go through things ordinary people cannot.

Qian Renxue wore a white robe with red edges that concealed her figure; her hair had been turned black using an angel's skull, her pupils were blood‑red, beneath the white robe she had red clothing and black silk, red high‑heeled shoes, and a red fox mask covering her face except for her eyes—her current identity was that of an utterly wicked evil spirit master, the Red Fox Demon.

Qian Renxue coughed once, "Cough, cough—heh heh heh—"

Her clear, pleasant voice gradually turned hoarse, becoming the Spirit Hall's tone.

Qian Renxue nodded approvingly, "Excellent—otherwise how could I call myself a movie emperor? I can pull off any voice."

"Heh heh heh—! Heh heh heh—!"

Qian Renxue's acting addiction flared up again; she burst into unrestrained heh‑heh laughter, her white figure drifting eerily, feet invisible, like a white ghost gliding toward Ye Feng's direction.

Ye Feng, I, the Red Fox Demon, have taken a liking to your gourd!

I've got things to do today, brothers—4600 (end of chapter)