Chapter 18: Fire and Wind Ignite the Soul Ancestor! (Seeking follows and collections)

"A Soul Elder of such an age, you must be receiving key cultivation in the Spirit Hall. When I take your badges to gain my freedom, the faces of those old masters in the Spirit Hall will surely be a sight to behold."

The man laughed heartily, his Gray Wolf Spirit's fur standing on end, baring his fangs!

"Two little geniuses, you've provoked the wrong person. In consideration of your ignorance, surrender obediently, and I might just give you a quick death."

Qiangu Changkong stepped forward with his staff, "You haven't even crossed hands with us yet, so how do you know our methods?"

"Brother Wu, use that move."

With a loud shout, the Coiling Dragon Staff was once again coated in a layer of flames.

However, this time, he did not initiate the attack, instead spinning the Coiling Dragon Staff in place.

Wu Qi's figure hovered in mid-air, a purple Soul Ring shining beneath his feet.

"Third Soul Skill, Storm Surge!"

The Qingluan Spirit's wings flapped, whipping up gusts of wind.

Multiple gusts of wind merged together, swirling up the inextinguishable fire from the Coiling Dragon Staff.

The flames released by Qiangu Changkong were relatively weak, but with the addition of the gale, they already had the momentum of a prairie fire!

The gale was ignited by the flames, and the destructive power rose exponentially.

"How is this possible!" The man's expression changed abruptly, no longer as composed as before.

The Coiling Dragon Staff was sealed with an ancient exotic beast, and the flames on the martial soul originated from it.

The fire tornado "roared" as it tore apart everything caught within it.

The two had practiced the coordination between their soul skills many times, and now that they were executing it, they were at their peak state.

"Looks intimidating, but it's just for show!"

The man was furious, the only purple Soul Ring at his feet shining with light.

His aura instantly rose to another level as he proactively met the fire tornado.

Wind-type soul skills are primarily for control, and their inherent power is not strong.

But this was enough; the opponent did not know that after Wu Qi released a soul skill, he did not need to stand in place and continuously inject soul power.

The man was held back by the fire tornado, and Wu Qi quickly moved behind him, initiating his First Soul Skill.

He had not been lazy during these five years of training; his First Soul Skill, Yu Feng Flying Blade, no longer required the assistance of a Soul Ring to be released!

Under his control, the Feather Blades condensed into a large blade and slashed toward the man!

……

Although Wu Qi's soul power level was not high, the fire tornado he whipped up was visually stunning.

Even from a great distance, it could be seen clearly.

Criminals wandering outside the city gathered toward this location one after another.

With such a large commotion, both sides would inevitably be exhausted once the battle ended.

These people were no pushovers, and they all thought of rushing to the battlefield to reap some benefits.

The fire tornado and the pincer attack from Wu Qi broke the man's Fourth Soul Skill state. Immediately after, Qiangu Changkong struck from the side, plunging a dagger coated in poison into the man.

Having been poisoned and with his retreat blocked from all sides, the man finally fell, filled with hatred.

The battle ended, and Wu Qi wiped the sweat from his forehead, letting out a sigh of relief.

By utilizing the environmental advantage and the coordination of their two soul skills, they had finally managed to take this man down by relying on poison.

Wu Qi couldn't help but suspect that this guy was likely not a low-level Soul Ancestor!

Qiangu Changkong couldn't help but laugh: "It's a good thing Xiao Lu found the poison for us, otherwise it would have taken much more effort to finish this guy off."

Having discovered the poisonous substance in the wild earlier, Wu Qi thought of making the best use of it, so he had Qiangu Changkong crush it and smear it on the dagger. He hadn't expected it to come in handy at such a critical moment.

Having obtained the Purple Badge, Qiangu Changkong's task could be considered complete.

Suddenly, the two realized something was wrong, "We don't seem to have asked where to evacuate from..."

Flying directly out of Death Canyon would very likely lead to them being treated as "escaped prisoners" by the surrounding Spirit Hall guards and shot on the spot.

Before the two could think further, sounds of battle came from nearby.

The criminals mingling in the wilderness were no pushovers; in order to reach Wu Qi's battlefield to scavenge, they had bumped into each other on the way and started fighting.

Invisibly, this resolved a crisis for the two.

Wu Qi frowned, "Go to the place where we arrived; perhaps someone is there to meet us."

To avoid running into these criminals, Wu Qi grabbed Qiangu Changkong's arm, and the two evacuated from the air.

……

Not letting them waste too much time, they followed the direction they had come from to the end of the canyon, where the Thousand Armies Douluo had been waiting for a long time.

"Grandpa, our task is complete."

Qiangu Changkong rushed forward, full of excitement, and took out the Purple Badge.

The Thousand Armies Douluo nodded, "You did well; the task in Death Canyon is successfully completed."

On the way back to the Spirit Hall, the Thousand Armies Douluo couldn't help but ask, "Do you know what completing the trial in Death Canyon signifies?"

Qiangu Changkong was puzzled.

But Wu Qi remembered something.

In the original timeline, it was precisely because of their performance in the Death Canyon trial that Hu Liena and the other two were shortlisted for the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.

Wu Qi did not know what task they had accepted, but his Survival Task was clearly the one with the lowest gold content among all the tasks.

Seeing his expression, the Thousand Armies Douluo smiled helplessly, "You kid, there is no need to belittle yourself."

"I saw the battle just now; you were the main force in killing a level 44 Soul Ancestor across ranks, while Changkong was merely assisting from the side."

The Golden Generation could only be nominated by the Pope Palace, but Wu Qi and his companion had almost no contribution to the Spirit Hall, and having only completed one trial task, it was still too much of a stretch.

"Third Brother said that you should enter the Wuhun Cheng Xue Yuan next; being close to us old guys will make it convenient to guide your subsequent cultivation."

Spirit Hall Academy is the dream of countless people, and Qiangu Changkong is no exception.

Looking at Wu Qi, however, he seems rather reluctant.

Thousand Armies Douluo sees this in his eyes, but does not say much.

……

Returning to the Consecrated Hall.

After a month of training, the two return safely, and several Consecrators cannot help but praise them highly.

Come to think of it, the risks encountered during this training were not fatal, which caused Qiangu Changkong to develop thoughts he shouldn't have.

"Grandfathers, are you sure the training in Death Canyon is very difficult?"

As the words fall, Wu Qi hurriedly covers his mouth.

It is not that the training is not difficult, but that Wu Qi has the ability to fly, which helped them avoid fatal dangers. Moreover, for a long time afterward, they hid in the outskirts, avoiding many unnecessary conflicts.

If the tasks drawn had to be carried out in the Inner City, it would definitely have been a brush with death for them.

Qian Daoliu does not express his stance, but Thousand Armies Douluo steps forward and kicks him, "You brat, this is not the place for you to spout nonsense! Do you have no idea how you managed to complete the mission so quickly?"

Seeing the expressions of the several Consecrators and Wu Qi, Qiangu Changkong silently lowers his head, not saying a word.

Qian Daoliu presses his hand down, "Lao Liu, it is understandable for young people to be a bit rash in their actions."

"Third brother, take them down first; follow your own ideas for the subsequent arrangements."

……

Walking out of the Consecrated Hall, Qiangu Changkong feels as if he has been granted amnesty.

"That scared me to death; if Grandfather Qian were angry, my grandfather would probably hang me up and whip me again."

Among the several great Consecrators, the easiest to talk to is Guangling Douluo, followed by Qingluan.

Qingluan Douluo says with a half-smile, "The reason Sixth Brother is angry is because you lack a heart of reverence."

(End of this chapter)