Chapter 87

"Ling'er, this person is too strong, you can't face him, we lost this match."

Jun Wuchen coughed a few times, his eyes showing a hint of astonishment.

The Panlong Staff, the Unyielding Staff Technique, a person from the Qian Gu family—this kid definitely has ties to the Qianjun Douluo and Xiangmo Douluo of the Offering Hall.

Such a powerful person—feeling these strong figures didn't appear in the original work, could it be because Tang San is too weak, getting defeated as soon as he appears, so they were shelved? That makes sense too—how could the seven elders of the Offering Hall, so old, have no descendants? But their martial souls are each stronger than the last—if their descendants joined the tournament, who could beat them? Relying on Tang San, who was rendered autistic by Shui Bing'er's first soul skill resisting the ice ring, with his ice-fire dual-immune Blue Silver Grass? Tang San has just been born, hasn't he? Qian Feng Hua might have participated in the earlier Soul Master Elite Tournaments—this Qian Feng Hua person is truly terrifying.

The thousand-year second soul ring—no surprise—perhaps related to the transmigrator Ye Feng who caused Ling'er's family to be destroyed. Besides whale glue, what else in the early stages can easily increase soul ring age? Ling'er absorbing a thousand-year soul ring right after awakening her martial soul must be because Ye Feng once fed her whale glue in the Sacred Family!

"Hmph, you said you believed in my strength earlier—now you want me to admit defeat? Can you beat me or not?"

Qian Renxue's surrender was joyful, but she couldn't just accept it directly—her current persona is very proud, she can't lose face.

"But Ling'er, you'll get hurt!"

Qian Renxue coldly ignored Jun Wuchen, turned her head, and said to Qian Feng Hua:

"Qian Feng Hua, what's so impressive about bullying a one-ring injured Soul Master? If you have the ability, fight me!"

Qian Renxue was possessed by the Sacred Angel—pure white wings unfolded, golden holy light shimmered on the Soul Fighting Stage, a delicate angelic holy sword appeared in her hand, a circle of purple noble soul rings floated beneath her feet, and another circle of purple soul rings encircled the holy sword in her hand.

"Damn, a six-year-old great Soul Master?"

Eve couldn't help but curse—last time she met the little angel, wasn't there only one purple soul ring? Is this what an angel Soul Master looks like? Truly a being blessed by the gods!

The originally silent students and teachers only felt their worldviews collapse, their whole bodies numb—Douluo Continent suddenly felt so alien, had they not even woken up? No wonder the adults at home are all fans of angel Soul Masters.

These students and teachers don't understand how strong Qian Feng Hua's staff technique is—they just know his second soul ring is a thousand-year soul ring far beyond ordinary people, so his strength is normal, but Qian Renxue has two thousand-year soul rings! What does that mean? First sight, single-minded support!!

After a moment of silence, the entire arena erupted instantly, all kinds of frantic screams ringing out.

"Sacred Angel! Sacred Angel! Yue Zheng Ling! I'm your dog!"

"Yue Zheng Ling will definitely defeat Qian Feng Hua!"

"I've been single-mindedly supporting Yue Zheng Ling since birth!"

"You're full of crap—just now you said you single-mindedly supported Jun Wuchen, I'm the true single-minded supporter!"

"Trouble everyone, please pay attention to Yue Zheng Ling, thank you, meow!"

"The strength faction's faces are truly ugly—unlike me, I'm a looks faction, Yue Zheng Ling, keep going!"

"Lingbao, fly without worry—Mom will always be with you!"

"You're stepping on a horse—aren't you male?"

"What's wrong with being male? Male moms aren't allowed?"

Qian Feng Hua gazed deeply at the angel wings behind Qian Renxue, feeling his heart torn like by a knife, his throat dry and unbearable, his chest rising and falling continuously.

"Hmph, Sacred Angel? What Sacred Angel? In the Spirit Hall, only the Six-Winged Angel exists!"

"..."

"It's really you……Xiao Xue……"

Qian Feng Hua bit his tongue tip, a thread of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth—he feared he couldn't hold back from going mad, and then things would not end well.

Can't rush—calm down, Qian Feng Hua, after waiting so many years, I absolutely cannot let all previous efforts go to waste here.

"... Just for this Jun Wuchen, are you going to attack me?"

Qian Renxue looked bewildered—no, buddy, we're just having a match, isn't it too much to be this life-or-death? Those who don't know might think your wife was snatched by someone.

"Hmph! Qian Feng Hua, stop pretending here—you're the one who wears the same pants as Ye Feng, the destruction of the Sacred Family also has your contribution! I, Yue Zheng Ling, will never coexist with you!"

Qian Renxue blinked at Qian Feng Hua without changing expression, signaling him not to spill the beans.

Qian Feng Hua narrowed his eyes—Sacred Family? What act is she putting on now? But since it's just a fling with that Jun Wuchen, there's no need to specially send someone to eliminate him later—wouldn't want to ruin Xiao Xue's big plan.

Qian Feng Hua felt much better in his heart, tacitly understanding and going along with the act, he revealed a sorrowful expression.

"Xiao Ling, you misunderstood me—I had no knowledge of what happened to the Sacred Family; otherwise, I would certainly have stopped Ye Feng!"

Qian Feng Hua didn't know what story Qian Renxue made up, so he could only search for information in her words—since she mentioned Ye Feng, he decided to push the blame onto Ye Feng, anyway he also finds that dead lickdog Ye Feng, who suddenly joined the small group half a year ago, unpleasant to look at.

"Hmph! Things have already happened! Stop the nonsense, let's fight! I'll let you know how terrifying the Sacred Angel is!"

Qian Renxue wore an expression of disbelief, her gorgeous purple eyes filled with the light of hatred.

Qian Feng Hua put away the silver-white Panlong Staff in his hand, looked at Qian Renxue with a sheepish face, then said to Eve:

"Class One, Grade Six admits defeat."

Eve instinctively nodded.

"Alright, Grade Six admits... ah! Admits defeat? You haven't even fought yet, have you?"

"I haven't even seen the little angel's battle scene yet! You students can't let me fully chase my dream? Qian Feng Hua is just an ordinary Soul King—he could be knocked out with one stick."

"Xiao Ling, regarding the past matter, I truly didn't know—if you have doubts about family affairs, come to Class One, Grade Six later to find me, I'll tell you everything I know."

"You better come over quickly to align the plot with me, otherwise how would I know how to act? Improvisation is really hard!"

Qian Feng Hua waved at Ling Kuang and Tuoba Chen, strode out of the Soul Fighting Stage: "We're leaving."

Ling Kuang greeted four filler one-ring Soul Masters, carried the Wind Leopard Soul Master kicked unconscious by Jun Wuchen on his shoulder, and followed Qian Feng Hua's steps off the Soul Fighting Stage; Tuoba Chen finally turned back and gave Qian Renxue a deep look—indeed, it was an angel martial soul...

Eve helplessly watched the backs of the Grade Six group—what in the world is this! Grade Six admitted defeat halfway through the match.

She then announced: Class One, Grade One wins.

The students and teachers in the stands were undoubtedly disappointed—many students had complaints, this battle was too much of a tiger head and snake tail—Grade Six deliberately threw the match! They hadn't even seen the angel Soul Master unleash divine power, and already surrendered—this isn't deliberately messing with people's minds, is it? For a moment, the boos against Grade Six spread to every corner of the arena.

Dong Huan's smile, which had just appeared, froze on his face—how could they admit defeat? Based on Qian Feng Hua's recent display, he clearly could win—Jun Wuchen is severely injured, yet Qian Feng Hua is in peak condition!

He hurried over: "Feng Hua, why aren't you continuing the fight? You clearly can win!"

Qian Feng Hua didn't care about the boos on stage, merely glanced coldly at Dong Huan, with a silver dragon shadow appearing in his eyes, making Dong Huan retreat two steps in fright.

He withdrew the light in his eyes, his face regaining its moist smile.

"Teacher Dong, my soul power is insufficient—I've already given my all just now, after one strike I have no strength left, now treating the injured is more urgent."

Qian Feng Hua knew Qian Renxue was just going through the motions, so his mood was fine—he didn't directly tell Dong Huan to get lost, but casually responded as usual.

Ling Kuang impatiently pushed aside the blocking Dong Huan—he still needs to bring people for treatment? This old thing, day after day, I don't know what he's arguing about.

Xiao Yuan saw the fight was over, so he rushed over to block Qian Renxue, then stepped forward to help Jun martial soul up, but he couldn't let Ling'er be taken advantage of by this guy Jun martial soul.

"Jun martial soul, you're too fierce, aren't you? How are you guys so much stronger than me?" Xiao Yuan felt unbalanced in his heart, muttering with a straight face.

Jun martial soul let out a cold snort and said softly: "How would I know you? To have sunk to this state is truly embarrassing."

"Ling'er seems to know Qian Gu Feng Hua, and Qian Gu Feng Hua's thousand-year second ring must be related to that Ye Feng, so we must find a way to investigate him."

"Ye Feng is backed by the Offering Hall and has caught Qian Renxue's eye; the immortal herbs of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eyes must have already been offered by him, otherwise he couldn't be so highly regarded, and yet he still mingles with the younger generation of the Offering Hall."

"Ah?" Xiao Yuan said anxiously, "Then what do we do? We've been competing for so many years, and now you tell me the immortal herbs were snatched by that damn guy?"

Jun martial soul's eyes flickered.

"In the end, I was just a step too slow—I should have realized earlier why Qian Renxue values this Ye Feng so much, even willing to exterminate the branch line? Though Qian Renxue is a love-brained fool, she's also a love-brained fool who pursues strength; her talent is too high, so ordinary innate full soul power wouldn't catch her eye."

"Perhaps Ye Feng used the immortal herb to cause Qian Renxue's martial soul to undergo a transformation, then after consuming the herb himself, his strength surged and he defeated Qian Renxue, which is when their relationship began to change."

Xiao Yuan nodded, "That makes sense. In the novel I read in my past life, the protagonist's relationship with women on the Douluo Continent definitely hinges on the immortal herb! Most often, eating the herb leads to substantive progress in the relationship. I originally wanted to try the Mutual Love Break Intestine Red with Ling'er!"

Jun martial soul twitched the corner of his mouth—this dead sycophant, he's sensitive about this stuff, probably only reads novels about picking up women in harems? You still want to get the Mutual Love Break Intestine Red? Isn't that something only someone like me, Jun martial soul, a pure-love iron-blooded faction, can obtain?

"Then aren't we going to have to face the strengthened Ye Feng and Qian Renxue later?"

"Mm." Jun martial soul replied with a solemn expression.

Perhaps the current Ye Feng is truly the one who has obtained the foundation for godhood—Ice and Fire Dual Immunity? But his thunder and light powers, Ye Feng cannot be immune to! Even without the immortal herb, relying on the Qilin Crown, he is confident he can become a god!

But within the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eyes lie the remains of the Ice and Fire Dragon King, and there seems to be a soul bone inside—perhaps an arm bone—he needs to strengthen his arms, so he must find a way to kill Ye Feng and take the bone.

To deal with Ye Feng, Qian Gu Feng Hua, and Qian Renxue together, relying on him alone might be difficult; he must let Xiao Yuan grow stronger too, or like Ling'er, obtain the sword form from Xiao Yuan's sword to strengthen himself.

His sword seems to still contain eight sword forms; later he'll try to coax one over—maybe he and Ling'er can even achieve dual-sword harmony! At least he can't let him remain a lazy bum; Jun martial soul is also speechless—Damn it, a transmigrator, how did he end up like this? He's actually the strongest with twin martial souls, and this twin martial soul is truly wasted on him. "Ye Feng's side is too strong; our side can only rely on me, Ling'er, and you three together to resist! So you better grow stronger quickly! In a moment, get lost to the Yan simulation environment training room to train."

Xiao Yuan still seemed unwilling: "No way, Ling'er is alone here with you—I can't rest easy! What if you trick me and I have nowhere to complain?"

"Do you think Ling'er would fall for someone weaker than herself? For someone like her, bearing a deep blood feud, no strength means no sense of security; if you want to move forward on your own, I naturally won't stop you."

"What a fool—on the Douluo Continent, strength is supreme; with power, what can't he obtain? Once he becomes a Title Douluo, would the Spirit Hall dare to oppose him? If he wants Yue Zheng Ying, they must give it to him! As for Yue Zheng Ying's own will, does that matter? As long as Ying'er is with him, that's enough—moreover, he has enough confidence to make Ying'er fall for him; they're still young, the future is long."

Xiao Yuan suddenly froze, feeling Jun martial soul's words made sense, but letting him leave alone made him feel stifled inside.

"Then you build a partition in your light-attribute training environment, split it between you and Ling'er, otherwise I still won't feel at ease."

Jun martial soul stared coldly at Xiao Yuan, unable to hold back his curse:

"Nutcase! Then just keep being a drag, a useless waste! At worst, I'll take on two alone—I've already done it today, and I can do the same to Ye Feng and Qian Gu Feng Hua in the future!"

Qian Renxue and Hu Liena followed behind Jun martial soul and Xiao Yuan, the two ahead muttering and occasionally glancing back at her, wondering what they were thinking.

Fu Fang laughed until he couldn't close his mouth in the waiting area—his students actually won! This is a historic achievement! Previously, no first-year class had ever beaten a sixth-year class.

The match had completely ended; according to procedure, the academy would soon hold an award ceremony, but Jun martial soul couldn't be bothered with these formalities, so he let Fu Fang go collect the award himself—empty showmanship, better to just give more resources.

Even the sixth-years had no interest; in the end, only the fourth-year team and two homeroom teachers stood awkwardly on the award podium, enduring the baptism of countless gazes.

After finishing the assessment match, everyone went their separate ways to the simulation environment rooms to train; Xiao Yuan is still going to the light-attribute training room.

As he put it, he no longer has the Fire Phoenix Sword, so he's not a fire-attribute soul master anymore; the Golden Bear martial soul has some connection to metal attribute, and with no suitable place, he's just staying here as before.

When Jun martial soul woke from meditation, the sky had already darkened.

Qian Renxue and Xiao Yuan were still meditating—perhaps because of encountering Qian Gu Feng Hua today, Xiao Yuan trained especially diligently, nearly catching up to Qian Renxue, this training maniac.

A surge of powerful force filled his body, giving Jun martial soul the urge to let out a long cry to the heavens.

Since breaking the first seal of the Qilin Crown until now, he hasn't carefully felt the changes in his body.

Jun martial soul unconsciously glanced at his right hand—on the surface, it looked no different from before, only the skin seemed a few shades fairer; touching it, it felt more elastic.

His soul power had noticeably increased—should be at least one level higher, reaching nineteenth level like Yue Zheng Ying; his control over soul power also seemed stronger, likely due to increased mental power.

Exactly how much his strength has grown, Jun martial soul himself doesn't know—after all, he's never tested this aspect—but he knows that if he encounters Ling Kuang and Tuoba Chen now, he can defeat them with a single punch.

Is this the wonderful effect of breaking the first seal of the divine artifact Qilin Crown?

And there's that voice transmitted to his ears today—inside the Qilin Crown, there's actually an unknown consciousness.

Recalling the state when he activated the Qilin Arm against Qian Gu Feng Hua this morning, Jun martial soul used his will to concentrate the bodily sensation of power, which naturally gathered in his right arm.

Instantly, his right arm gradually emerged with a layer of fine white rhombic scales; the ridges at the center of these scales slightly protruded, like a layer of white armor covering the arm, and the arm's sense of power instantly greatly increased.

A domineering aura spread out by several degrees; Jun martial soul continued to deliberately activate it—soul power and power sensation surged toward his right hand, and only then did the bones of his right hand begin to change: the palm gradually expanded, and a bone-like arm armor emerged from the bones within the arm, spreading from the fingers all the way to the shoulder.

He clenched his right fist; besides the sense of power, he could clearly feel a surge of righteous thunderous power.

This is the greatest change brought by breaking the first red gemstone seal of the Qilin Crown—the Qilin Arm!

After breaking the seal, his arms' strength can increase by about onefold, while the Qilin Arm can further double his right hand's strength and also grants a new thunder attribute.

Jun martial soul glanced at Qian Renxue and Xiao Yuan, still meditating, then closed his eyes again.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed; Qian Renxue again obtained eight crystals from Jun martial soul's side—four holy light crystals, four thunder crystals.

Since Jun martial soul broke the seal, his martial soul has gained thunder attribute power; the crystals given by the Qilin Crown, besides holy light crystals, now also include a kind of thunder crystal.

And this new thunder crystal has granted Qian Renxue's blood armor a new thunder attribute.

Today is also the day Jun martial soul goes hunting for soul rings. His soul power level has broken through twentieth level—he broke through to nineteenth level when breaking the first layer of the Qilin Crown's seal, then used a month plus that Xuan Shui Dan to directly break through to twentieth level, and Jun martial soul has gone to hunt for his second soul ring.

And Qian Renxue also took this opportunity to say she wants to hunt for her second soul ring; the sword form of the Fire Phoenix Sword doesn't count as a martial soul's soul ring, so she's still stuck at twentieth level, and by taking this chance to hunt soul rings, Qian Renxue has also left the Spirit Hall Academy.

A month has passed; the coronation ceremony of Bibi Dong is now ready. Besides the Clear Sky Sect, the openly declared enemy among the seven great sects, invitations from all major sects and the two great empires have all been sent out, and the coronation ceremony of the new Pope will begin tomorrow.

Bibi Dong, this Pope, was personally pushed forward by her; emotionally and logically, Qian Renxue must be present.

The Spirit Hall announced a month ago that Pope Qian Xunji was seriously injured by the Heavenly Hammer during the process of capturing Heavenly Douluo Tang Hao.

One month later, under the protection of the nine great elders of the Spirit Hall, Saintess Bibi Dong will ascend the throne as Pope in the newly built Spirit Hall Square before the Spirit Hall.

Soon, under the promotion of the Spirit Hall, the news of Bibi Dong succeeding the Pope spread to every corner of the Douluo Continent.

Apart from the seven great sects of the Clear Sky Sect, the high-level officials of the two great empires have also all received invitations to come to Spirit City to witness Bibi Dong's coronation as Pope.

For a moment, the place was filled with the sound of voices.

The Tian Dou Empire, Star Luo Empire, and various sects arrived in Spirit City this afternoon, received the highest level of hospitality from the Spirit Hall, and settled near the Spirit Hall Square.

……

Inside the Martial Soul Plaza.

A round, pure moonlight hung high in the sky, pouring down a cold silver radiance, as if a thin veil of gauze lightly covered every corner of the Martial Soul Plaza.

Qian Renxue sat on a stone bench in the garden of the Martial Soul Plaza, leisurely observing the renovated Martial Soul Plaza, appreciating the garden's tranquility.

Qian Renxue had now reverted to her original appearance, having removed the disguise of the angel skull.

Her long legs were crossed, black silk stockings wrapping her slender, straight beautiful legs; under the moonlight, the stockings glowed with a faint sheen, making her legs appear even more slender, straight, and alluring.

Qian Renxue's body leaned slightly backward, resting against the chair back, one hand casually placed on the armrest, fingers lightly curved, gently tapping the armrest, exuding an unintentional beauty of lazy grace.

How nostalgic—just a month ago, Qian Renxue had harshly punished her disobedient mother, Bibi Dong, right here; tomorrow, Bibi Dong would ascend the throne.

Qian Renxue inevitably felt a touch of melancholy in her heart—ah, her mother had grown up too, leaving her feeling a bit lonely; now that Bibi Dong was so obedient, Qian Renxue didn't feel like continuing to strike her.

But Bibi Dong was simply too enthusiastic; Qian Renxue didn't really want to see her alone unnecessarily, anyway they would meet tomorrow, so pushing it off by a day was fine.

A figure clad in black armor suddenly appeared outside the pavilion courtyard—this person was Gui Mei, who knelt on one knee.

"Young Master, the Saintess's enthronement ceremony has all been arranged; shall I arrange a seat for you at the ceremony?"

Qian Renxue closed her eyes, lazily tapping her fingers.

"No need to reserve a seat for me—I'll just grab some food and drink at the later banquet, not attend the ceremony."

"The flowers in this garden smell quite nice—were they cultivated by Elder Ju?"

Gui Mei startled, "It was him who planted them; Young Master, if you like them, I'll have Yue Guan send a few over."

"No need—good flowers belong with good scenery; I wouldn't plant such elegant things in my place. How has Ye Feng been lately?"

Gui Mei lowered his head and said: "This kid spends all day drinking wine and writing those nonsensical poems; aside from that, there's nothing particularly unusual about him."

Qian Renxue opened her beautiful eyes, looking at Gui Mei in surprise: "After so long, has he really shown not even a hint of strange movement?"

Gui Mei pondered and said: "This kid's cultivation progress is abnormal—astonishingly fast; he's already reached level twenty-six, the second ring of a thousand years, cultivating under the Grand Elder; I dare not get too close during the day."

Twenty? Rising seven levels in one month—these transmigrators, truly none should be underestimated.

Qian Renxue fell into thought for a moment, then said: "Tell me about his drinking."

"This kid loves wine as if it were his life; he always carries a wooden gourd, usually pouring wine into it, drinking while sword-dancing."

"Gourd... have you seen the gourd in his hand?"

"No, I haven't—just a wooden gourd; what treasure could it possibly be?"

Qian Renxue furrowed her brows: "Why not investigate his gourd? Didn't I say to seize anything that suddenly appears around Ye Feng?"

Gui Mei, hearing Qian Renxue's tone was off, quickly explained: "That gourd didn't appear suddenly; when you assigned me to monitor him, it had always been hanging at his waist."

Qian Renxue fell silent for a while, then wearily waved her hand to dismiss Gui Mei—these natives of the Douluo Continent are truly difficult to handle; she suddenly missed Qian Gu Feng Hua, this guy's mind works fast, sometimes a single glance tells her what she's thinking.

"Hah, rising seven levels in a month, using a gourd for drinking—who would have thought Ye Feng was hiding something right under our noses?"

Today I directly wrote to 6600, typed half and fell asleep face-down on the desk, good buddy, got up and immediately rushed frantically, scared me to death, though after sleeping I feel much more comfortable.

(End of Chapter)