Chapter 5: External Soul Bone, Qingluan Wings

"What?" Qingluan Douluo was slightly startled.

A four-hundred-year soul skill, what kind of tricks could it possibly pull off?

Therefore, he did not give it enough importance.

Wu Qi spread his arms, the frequency of his Qingluan Spirit flapping its wings increased, and the gale it whipped up grew increasingly intense.

The Feather Blades that had originally flown out were pulled back by this gale, condensed together, and transformed into a large cyan blade.

Under Wu Qi's control, the large blade slashed toward a nearby tree.

With ease, it severed over a dozen large trees as thick as two people could embrace.

Qingluan Douluo raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued.

For a four-hundred-year soul skill to manifest such a variation, it would certainly be able to catch an enemy off guard in battle.

It was just that this seemed to consume a great deal of soul power; Wu Qi, with only the cultivation of a Spirit Master, was exhausted after using the soul skill twice in succession.

He leaned against a tree stump, gasping for air.

"Still too much of a strain. In future battles, unless it's a guaranteed kill, I can only use one of the forms," he thought to himself.

Perhaps seeing through his thoughts, Qingluan Douluo came to his side and patted his shoulder, "Your soul power level is still too low. Once you break through to Great Spirit Master or a higher realm in the future, the execution of low-level soul skills will consume far less soul power."

Originally, he had intended to leave the forest immediately.

But now, Wu Qi's soul power was almost depleted; how could he have the strength to walk?

Having no other choice, the two stayed in the forest a while longer.

Following the meditation method taught by Qingluan Douluo, Wu Qi sat cross-legged on the tree stump, greedily absorbing soul power.

As his soul power was continuously replenished, he felt a strange sensation in his back.

This feeling was very subtle; his back was somewhat itchy, but when he reached out to scratch, he could never find the exact spot.

Before long, as the itching sensation vanished, it seemed as if something was about to break through his skin from behind.

Noticing the anomaly, Qingluan Douluo did not make a move, but quietly watched this scene.

Suddenly, a pair of cyan wings pierced through his skin and appeared behind Wu Qi.

The intense pain of his skin being cut nearly caused him to lose consciousness.

"My guess was correct; it is indeed the sign of an external soul bone manifesting," Qingluan Douluo muttered to himself.

He could not help but marvel at Wu Qi's good fortune.

At the Spirit Master level, to possess a First Soul Skill with variations, and also to possess an external soul bone second only to a hundred-thousand-year soul bone.

It could be said that Wu Qi's starting point was already ahead of all Spirit Masters, and even most Spirit Masters could never hope to reach his current starting point.

With the appearance of the external soul bone, information about the soul bone flooded into Wu Qi's mind.

His gaze suddenly became firm.

Although he did not have Twin Martial Souls, his starting point was already high enough.

As a transmigrator, Tang San was undoubtedly the benchmark for measuring strength.

Since he had already joined the Consecration Hall, friction with Tang San would be inevitable in the future. Before this, he might not have dared to speak of contending with Tang San, but now, he had the confidence to trample the future Tang San under his feet!

"Master, my external soul bone can enhance my control over the wind attribute, and at the same time, it can..."

Qingluan Douluo nodded.

Truly monstrous!

The day was late, and the two did not stay long.

Qingluan Douluo flew on the wind, carrying Wu Qi toward Wuhun Cheng.

Pope Palace.

Upon learning that Ghost Douluo's mission had failed, Bibi Dong, though she had expected it, was still very annoyed.

Such a fine seedling joining the Pope Palace's command would surely have been a key member of the Golden Generation. Falling into the hands of the Consecration Hall meant she would have to keep an eye on his growth rate in the future.

Innate full soul power; that was a height even Hu Liena had never reached.

It was just a pity that she had only just begun to control the authority of the Spirit Hall and could not rashly leave the Pope Palace.

Otherwise, how could she have easily handed him over to others?

After scolding Ghost Douluo a few times regarding this matter, her mood improved slightly.

However, she would like to see just how far Wu Qi would grow by cultivating with those old fellows in the Consecration Hall.

Out of consideration for Wu Qi's condition, it took Qingluan Douluo ten days to bring him back to Wuhun Cheng.

Having seen the prosperity of Tiandou City, Wu Qi did not display the demeanor of a country bumpkin entering the city when faced with Wuhun Cheng, one of the three great cities of Douluo Dalu.

"In terms of commerce, the Spirit Hall might not compare to Xingluo City or Tiandou City. But this is the holy land in the hearts of Spirit Masters; many Spirit Masters save up their life's earnings just to come here and experience the atmosphere of the Spirit Master holy land."

Qingluan Douluo explained patiently.

For a long time to come, Wu Qi would live here; letting him understand the atmosphere of the city could alleviate his feelings of unease.

Passing by several residences in the city, one could see the figures of Spirit Masters cultivating from time to time.

Compared to other cities, the cultivation atmosphere here was excellent. In the tea shops and taverns by the street, there was less commercial boasting, and many people were discussing their insights on Spirit Master cultivation.

It is worth mentioning that Wuhun Cheng did not forbid ordinary people from entering, nor did it charge any entry fees.

The current Spirit Hall was sacred and inviolable in the hearts of all Spirit Masters.

In the original timeline, Tang Hao smashing the Pope Palace and not being pursued afterward had undoubtedly pulled the Spirit Hall down from its pedestal.

What happened in the future was merely the rotting process of the Spirit Hall's massive corpse.

Walking and stopping along the way, they finally arrived at the sacred Pope Palace.

Taking a look from afar, Qingluan Douluo led Wu Qi to another location.

Douluo Hall and the Consecration Hall are adjacent; according to the rules, those who are not newly promoted Title Douluo or sacrificial personnel are forbidden from entering Douluo Hall.

Wu Qi is no exception.

However, he was still granted an exception to take a small path behind Douluo Hall to bypass it and enter the Consecration Hall.

In the center of the Consecration Hall stands a golden statue of a Six-Winged Angel, imbued with divinity.

On the high seat, Qian Daoliu rests his cheek on his right hand, eyes closed to conserve his spirit.

With just one glance, Wu Qi feels the aura of sacred majesty upon him.

As the only Limit Douluo on the continent today, he truly lives up to his reputation!

"Great Consecrator, I have brought Xiao Qi," Qingluan Douluo says, bowing slightly toward the high seat.

Immediately after, he leads Wu Qi to sit in the seat on the right, below the high seat.

In Douluo Dalu, the left is considered the position of honor; the seat on the left is the place of Golden Crocodile Douluo.

As Qian Daoliu speaks, the solemn atmosphere in the great hall eases.

"It seems we have added a new member. Xiao Qi, you may just call me Grandpa Qian or Great Grandpa."

Golden Crocodile Douluo pats his chest, "Grandpa Golden Crocodile."

With the atmosphere relaxed, Guangling Douluo rises from his seat, approaches Wu Qi, and lightly pokes the latter's cheek with his finger.

"Call me Grandpa, and I will look after you from now on."

In his past life, while watching the anime, he already knew Guangling Douluo's temperament.

Now seeing it with his own eyes, Wu Qi cannot help but feel a bit awkward.

The guy in front of him seems even more childish than he is.

"Guangling, you need to rein in this temperament of yours," Qingluan Douluo says with a helpless smile.

Given Guangling Douluo's age, he is more than old enough to be Wu Qi's grandfather, yet his appearance and behavior truly do not fit the label of "grandfather."

Toward Wu Qi, the newcomer, the several consecrators of the Consecration Hall all show kindness and concern.

After all, this bunch of old fellows gathers together every day and is truly bored; having a little guy around can also relieve the monotony.

(End of chapter)