Qian Daoliu thought there was no harm in it, so he calmly accepted the token.
Emperor Xu Jiawei looked at Dai Hao again and said: “You do not need to participate later.
Take good care of Brother Qian on my behalf; do not neglect him in the slightest.”
Dai Hao nodded: “Your Majesty, rest assured.”
Emperor Xu Jiawei did not linger.
His figure flashed, and he vanished on the spot.
As a Titled Douluo, his memory was powerful.
He had naturally memorized all the locations Qian Daoliu had just pointed out.
Once he gathered his men, he could immediately set out to completely exterminate the Evil Soul Masters in Star Luo City.
After Emperor Xu Jiawei left, Dai Hao calmed his mind.
He looked at Qian Daoliu with a complex expression and forced a smile.
“Brother Qian, let us go back.”
Qian Daoliu grunted in acknowledgment.
He spread his six wings and shot toward the Star Luo Imperial Palace, leaving a golden trail in the sky.
Dai Hao hurriedly followed, many thoughts bubbling up in his mind.
He had actually tried to recruit someone who might be a Limit Douluo?
What a joke.
If it had been an ordinary Titled Douluo, he could have used some rare items to win them over, like Zhenzhen and Aiai.
But a Limit Douluo was a different story.
After all, what could such a being not obtain if they wanted it?
At worst, they could just seize it directly.
If they really started a fight, how many people could stop them?
Dai Hao sighed.
He decisively abandoned the plan to recruit Qian Daoliu.
He decided to treat him with sincerity from now on; perhaps there would still be a chance to build a good relationship.
After returning to the palace, Dai Hao first arranged a residence for Qian Daoliu.
It was a detached small building located on the east side of the imperial palace, surrounded by a bamboo forest, creating a quiet and elegant environment.
The small building had two floors.
The first floor was a living room and study, while the second floor was a bedroom and cultivation room.
All kinds of facilities were complete inside.
It was also equipped with two charming little maids, one named Chun Lan and the other named Qiu Ju.
Both were around fifteen or sixteen years old, with delicate features and nimble hands.
Qian Daoliu did not refuse.
After all, he estimated he would be immersed in a sea of books for the next ten days or half a month.
It was impossible for him to take care of his own daily needs, so there was no need to decline.
Chun Lan and Qiu Ju were also very sensible; they bowed respectfully to greet him without the slightest overstepping of boundaries.
Afterward, Dai Hao led Qian Daoliu to the Library.
The Library of the Star Luo Imperial Palace was nine stories high.
It resembled a pagoda in appearance and was built entirely of blue-gray stone, with spirit tool lanterns hanging from the eaves of each floor.
The plaque bore the large characters “Royal Library.” The calligraphy was vigorous and imposing, exuding a sense of majesty.
A Spirit Douluo was guarding the entrance.
He was a middle-aged man around forty, thin, with a goatee.
His eyes were sharp, and his pupils were vertical, clearly indicating he was a Beast Spirit Master.
The middle-aged man had long since discovered them and asked: “Do you have business here?”
“This is Qian Daoliu, Brother Qian,” Dai Hao introduced briefly.
“Your Majesty has already agreed to allow him to enter the Library to consult the classics.”
As he spoke, he signaled for Qian Daoliu to take out the token.
Qian Daoliu took out the golden token and handed it over.
The gray-robed elder took the token and recognized it as one specially crafted by Emperor Xu Jiawei, of which there were only three in the entire country, so his attitude softened quite a bit.
“Go in then.
But remember, the classics inside can only be read; they cannot be taken away.
You must leave every night before the Library closes.”
As he spoke, the middle-aged man handed the token back.
Qian Daoliu casually took the token and tucked it into his robe.
Dai Hao spoke up at this moment: “Brother Qian, I will not accompany you inside.”
“I also have a White Tiger Dukes Mansion in Star Luo City; Brother Qian is welcome to visit whenever you have time.”
Qian Daoliu grunted: “Alright.” Afterward, he pushed open the heavy doors of the Library and stepped inside.
Immediately, the scent of old books rushed to meet him.
The first floor of the Library was extremely spacious, with a circular layout.
Rows of bookshelves extended from the floor to the ceiling, arranged in a radial pattern.
Each bookshelf was labeled with a category: History, Geography, Cultivation Technique, Spirit Ability, Spirit Beast Compendium, Encyclopedia of Herbs, and Introduction to spirit tools.
Embedded in the walls were illumination spirit tools that emitted a soft white light, illuminating the entire space as bright as day.
Qian Daoliu stood at the entrance.
His gaze swept across the rows of bookshelves before him, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
The collection of books here far exceeded that of the White Tiger Dukes Mansion.
Perhaps he could really find the information he was looking for.
He walked toward the bookshelf labeled “History” and pulled out a book at random: “General History of the Continent: Ancient Era.” He opened the first page and Qian Daoliu officially began his research.
He read at an extremely fast speed, his page-turning motions as fluid as flowing water, yet every single word was firmly imprinted in his mind.
Time ticked by second by second.
Qian Daoliu was immersed in it, forgetting all the troubles of the outside World.
After finishing the books on the first floor, he ascended to the second.
The books on the second floor were even older, with many bamboo slips and parchment scrolls preserved quite well.
Finally, in a yellowed parchment scroll, he found records concerning Martial Soul Hall.
“Martial Soul Hall, began in the ancient era, ended ten thousand years ago.” “At its Peak, the Supreme Pontiff Palace, the Elder Palace, and the Douluo Palace stood together, ruling over all Spirit Masters under heaven.” “The hall was filled with experts, with no fewer than ten Titled Douluo.” “Furthermore, it possessed the Angel God Legacy, suppressing the World.”
Qian Daoliu stared at these lines, his eyes complex.
The Angel God Legacy.
Suppressing the World.
Yet in the end, it was destroyed.
He continued to read.
Unfortunately, apart from recording that Martial Soul Hall had vanished into the river of history, there was no record of the specific reasons.
Qian Daoliu refused to give up.
He continued to read through other historical classics, then went to the third floor, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth.
He searched every floor carefully, not letting a single relevant book slip by.
But all he received was disappointment after disappointment.
The records of Martial Soul Hall in various classics were pitifully scarce.
Occasional mentions were just brushed over.
Some even only wrote the three characters “Martial Soul Hall” with no other content.
Qian Daoliu’s mood inevitably grew somewhat agitated.
His brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
His page-turning actions became a bit rougher than before.
But he still held his patience and ascended to the ninth floor.
The space on the ninth floor was much smaller than the floors below.
There were only a few bookshelves.
The classics placed on them were yellowed and brittle, some covers were damaged, and some were even only half-books remaining.
Qian Daoliu flipped through them one by one.
Finally, on the bottom shelf in the corner, he found a dust-covered classic.
This classic had no title.
The cover was made of some kind of animal hide, rough to the touch.
He blew the dust off it and opened the first page.
The handwriting was graceful; it was a handwritten copy.
Qian Daoliu read very carefully, afraid of missing any important clues.
But as he flipped page after page, his expression grew increasingly grim.
Because in this classic, Martial Soul Hall was an evil force on the continent ten thousand years ago.
It was extremely powerful, causing the continent to become a foul place, with the people living in misery.
Countless Spirit Masters and commoners lived under the shadow of Martial Soul Hall.
The classic also recorded that the Supreme Pontiff of Martial Soul Hall, Bibi Dong, was ambitious and attempted to annex the Tiandou Empire and the Star Luo Empire.
She even wanted to unify the entire continent and turn all living beings into slaves of Martial Soul Hall.
In the end, it was The Original Shrek Seven Devils who intervened forcefully.
Leading the Tiandou Empire, they successfully defeated the two gods of Martial Soul Hall at Jialing Pass, overthrew Martial Soul Hall, and created a World without the oppression of Martial Soul Hall.
Qian Daoliu finished reading the last page and slammed the classic shut.
He clenched his fists unconsciously, veins bulging on his forehead.
What kind of joke was this?
How could Martial Soul Hall be an evil force?
How could the glory of the Angel cause the continent to become a foul place?
And turn all living beings into slaves?
It was simply absurd!