Just as Qian Xunji was about to strike a lethal blow against Qin Xuan, a sudden voice rang out:
“Your Holiness, I know I am not worthy of Her Highness the Holy Maiden.
But I have perseverance.
Therefore, I have decided to head to the Slaughter Capital to obtain the Deathgod Domain.
If I do not succeed, I will never return.”
Qin Xuan struggled to lift his head.
Feeling Qian Xunji’s undisguised killing intent, he gritted his teeth, looked straight at the man, and spoke with absolute, unwavering resolve.
With his current strength, he definitely wouldn’t be able to survive the Slaughter Capital.
Qin Xuan wasn’t like Tang San or Hu Liena, who had two Deathgods secretly escorting them, along with a skull bone, external spirit bones, and Tang Sect hidden skills.
Running in there at level fifty-something was a guaranteed death sentence.
He had already planned to leave Spirit Hall, hide outside for a few years, and scheme for some known fortunate encounters.
At the very least, being forced into the Slaughter Capital by Qian Xunji would buy him a few more years of life, right?
Better to live a miserable life than die a quick death.
It was certainly better than being stared down by a venomous snake like Qian Xunji every day.
Unless he hid in the Elder Palace like a dog and never came out, he was bound to be finished sooner or later.
Qian Xunji paused.
Storm the Slaughter Capital?
Reacting quickly, he dispersed the soul pressure crushing Qin Xuan.
A bright light flashed in those golden pupils.
“Are you serious?” he asked deeply, his majestic and calm voice echoing through the hall.
Not offending the two consecrates was naturally the best outcome.
Although killing Qin Xuan wouldn’t result in any serious retaliation from them, it would create a rift, and it would be hard to explain to his father, Qian Daoliu.
This wasn’t conducive to his rule over Spirit Hall.
As for whether Qin Xuan could actually make it out of the Slaughter Capital?
That wasn’t his problem to worry about.
Even he, a Titled Douluo, didn’t have absolute confidence in surviving that place.
To put it bluntly, he had been in a position of high power for too long.
He was afraid of death.
Only Tang Hao, hailed as the Clear Sky School’s greatest genius in a century, had managed to obtain the Deathgod Domain in recent years.
Although Qin Xuan was exceptionally talented, there was still a significant gap between him and Tang Hao, who possessed the “Number One Tool Soul in the World,” not to mention Qin Xuan’s soul power was far lower.
Hearing this, Qin Xuan knew he had a chance.
Instantly channeling his inner actor, he nodded heavily and said firmly, “Yes, Your Holiness.
For Her Highness the Holy Maiden, for Spirit Hall, and for you, Your Holiness, I am willing to offer my heart.”
Standing up with a straight back, Qin Xuan made a fist with his right hand and gently struck his chest, standing tall and independent, like a peerless sword drawn from its sheath.
“Good.
Since you have this resolve, then I shall grant your wish.
If you can obtain the Deathgod Domain, what harm is there in betrothing Dong’er to you?” Qian Xunji waved his hand, making a grand, empty promise.
“Thank you, Your Holiness.
Qin Xuan takes his leave.” Feigning excitement, Qin Xuan bowed in gratitude and then retreated with a look of overwhelming awe.
He had no choice.
Before he had enough strength, his top priority was keeping his life.
Qian Xunji was a freak who would force himself on his own disciple; Qin Xuan couldn’t guarantee what crazy thing the man might do.
After Qin Xuan left, the grand hall returned to its dead silence.
“Your Holiness, that boy’s talent is not weak, and you just revealed your killing intent to him.
He must have noticed.
Why didn’t you…” One of the Pope’s personal guardian Douluos made a throat-slitting gesture.
Pull it up by the roots.
“Exactly, Your Holiness.
This boy actually dared to covet the Holy Maiden…
we absolutely cannot let him go,” the other personal guardian Douluo echoed.
As personal guardian Douluos and absolute confidants of the Pope, how could they not know the dirty thoughts in Qian Xunji’s heart?
In their eyes, for a kid like Qin Xuan to rely on a bit of talent and dare to ask for the Holy Maiden’s hand in marriage was simply courting death.
“Do you think he can walk out of the Slaughter Capital?”
Qian Xunji walked over to the window, his hands clasped behind his back.
With a tall, slender figure and a handsome, cold face, a sinister aura that drastically contradicted his outward appearance lingered around him, refusing to dissipate even under the direct sunlight.
The two guardian Douluos paused, looking at each other before shaking their heads.
Like Qian Xunji, they didn’t believe Qin Xuan could make it out either.
Because in that place, soul skills couldn’t be used.
Let alone a petty Soul King like Qin Xuan, even a Soul Douluo or a Titled Douluo would find it overwhelmingly difficult to escape.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t have been only seven successful people in a thousand years.
The two guardian Douluos grinned, knelt on one knee, and flattered, “Your Holiness is wise.
This way, even those two consecrates will have nothing to say.”
Qian Xunji clearly enjoyed his subordinates’ flattery, his lips twitching slightly.
But he still snorted softly:
“Hmph, the consecrates are only loyal to my father and the Angel lineage.
That boy was raised by our Spirit Hall.
Even if I killed him directly, what could they do to me?”
Hearing this, the two guardian Douluos smiled bitterly and lowered their heads, not daring to argue.
It was easy to talk about killing Qin Xuan, but that was strictly under the premise that Qian Xunji ordered it.
If they dared to attack Qin Xuan overtly, given how much those two consecrates valued the boy, they would be in for a world of pain.
After all, the power gap between Titled Douluos could be massive.
Sensing their shift in emotion, Qian Xunji wasn’t stupid.
As Pope, he naturally understood their concerns.
After pondering for a moment, he added, “However, to avoid any unexpected complications, have Yue Guan and Gui Mei personally escort that boy to the Slaughter Capital tomorrow morning.”
Supreme Pontiff Hill was a majestic peak, standing like a giant sword forged by heaven and earth, perilous and magnificent, piercing straight into the clouds.
The Supreme Pontiff Palace stood atop it.
Only the Pope, his disciples, his personal guardian Douluos, and his direct subordinate Red-Clothed Archbishops were qualified to reside there.
Ordinary Spirit Hall disciples lived scattered throughout Spirit City and could only enter if summoned by an elder or the Pope, and only after being announced.
Qin Xuan’s residence was in a block near Supreme Pontiff Hill.
Because he had been exceptionally accepted as a disciple by the Qianjun and Xiangmo consecrates, he spent most of his time cultivating in the Elder Palace.
It wasn’t until he was far away from the Supreme Pontiff Palace that Qin Xuan finally dared to stop and let out a long sigh of relief.
“Damn, that scared the hell out of me.”
Qin Xuan looked back at the plaque with ‘Supreme Pontiff Palace’ written in the Douluo Continent’s script, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes as he sighed.
But this wasn’t the time to give up.
The most urgent task at hand was self-preservation.
He needed to pick up his soul power, soul skills, and combat techniques.
Otherwise, he was just an empty shell.
Without cultivation, let alone slaying Tang San, abusing Yu Xiaogang, destroying the Clear Sky School, marrying a beautiful woman, and reaching the pinnacle of life…
he wouldn’t even need the protagonist to intervene; any random Soul King could easily kill him!
Walking halfway up Supreme Pontiff Hill, Qin Xuan ventured deep into the forest alone.
After confirming no one was around, he summoned his martial soul.
Red light surged in his right hand.
A uniquely shaped, entirely crimson ancient sword materialized.
Its surface was covered in intricate demonic runes, crackling with blood-red lightning arcs that looked like interwoven flames.
Simultaneously, five soul rings—representing the cultivation of a Soul King—appeared.
Because Qin Xuan possessed innate full soul power and was the disciple of two major Spirit Hall consecrates, his soul ring configuration was naturally optimal: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black.
A searing sword aura containing terrifying lightning instantly filled the area, slightly raising the surrounding temperature.
Faintly, the cry of a phoenix echoed through the sky, and the sword aura clinging to the blade actually transformed into a Vermillion Bird, spreading its wings to soar into the heavens.