Crash!
Inside the Supreme Pontiff Palace, an incredibly valuable jade teacup was smashed to pieces.
“Preposterous!
Who does that kid Qin Xuan think he is?
With just five measly soul rings, he actually dared to call me ‘brother’.
He’s simply courting death!”
Crash, bang!
After another round of smashing things, Qian Xunji felt a lot better when he remembered that Qin Xuan was about to be sent to the Slaughter Capital.
One of his personal Guardian Douluos standing nearby said, “Your Holiness, it seems that kid is valued even more highly in the eyes of the Grand Consecrate than we imagined.
To actually…”
“Hmph, he’s just a dead man walking.
Why bother fussing over him?
As for that spirit bone, once I stand at the pinnacle of this world, I’ll just have the King of Slaughter dutifully send someone to deliver it back to me.”
Qian Xunji knew what the guard was going to say and cut him off with a cold snort.
Clasping his hands behind his back, he walked over to the window, his handsome face looking wicked and indifferent.
The conflict between Qin Xuan and Qian Xunji stemmed from Bibi Dong.
Before this, as the Pope of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji had actually thought highly of this talented rising star.
But he shouldn’t have dared to covet what belonged to Qian Xunji.
The two personal Guardian Douluos exchanged a glance and tactfully offered their flattery, “Your Holiness is wise.”
“Mm.” Qian Xunji greatly enjoyed being complimented.
He nodded comfortably and suddenly asked, “How is the Holy Maiden doing?”
The other Guardian Douluo answered, “Her Highness the Holy Maiden possesses talent unprecedented since ancient times, far surpassing even Tang Hao of the Clear Sky School.
Her soul power has already reached level 68.
I believe she will definitely break through to Soul Sage within two years.
It’s just…”
“Just what?” Qian Xunji suddenly turned his head.
Half his face was shrouded in shadow, looking extremely gloomy.
“Recently, Her Highness seems to be interacting rather closely with a librarian from the archives…” the Guardian Douluo said hesitantly.
“A librarian?” Qian Xunji didn’t understand.
The guardian of Spirit Hall’s secret archive pavilion naturally had high cultivation—a Soul Douluo.
But the librarians were all low-level Spirit Masters with poor talent.
To put it bluntly, it was synonymous with ‘trash’.
His genius disciple Bibi Dong, who didn’t even spare a glance for Qin Xuan, was interacting closely with a piece of trash?
It sounded like an absolute fairy tale.
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“That person seems to have another identity.
He used to be a disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the second son of the current patriarch, Yu Yuanzhen.
It seems he was ostracized from his clan because his martial soul mutated and his innate soul power was only half a level.”
Hearing this, Qian Xunji was instantly amused.
A playful smile appeared on his face.
“Oh…
so it’s that piece of trash who awakened a pig.”
As the number one Spirit Master organization on the Douluo Continent, Spirit Hall constantly needed to monitor other factions to ensure its transcendent status in the Spirit Master world.
Whenever a Spirit Master appeared who could threaten Spirit Hall, the Judgment Elders would be dispatched.
This was one of the reasons why Titled Douluos over a hundred years old were rare on the continent, and “wild” Titled Douluos (unaffiliated with major factions) were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
It was also the reason why Spirit Hall gathered more than half of the Titled Douluos on the Douluo Continent.
Once someone broke through to Titled Douluo, if they didn’t have a clan backing them, they either joined Spirit Hall, entered the Elder Palace, and enjoyed supreme honors…
Or they would be hunted down by someone like Chrysanthemum Douluo, just like what would happen to Dugu Bo in the future.
However, generally speaking, the existence of Spirit Hall did more good than harm.
It vastly restricted the criminal activities of Spirit Masters.
It ensured that scumbags like Zhao Wuji, who disregarded the lives of commoners, had to hide in the east and dodge in the west after committing crimes, not daring to show their faces.
The menace of Evil Spirit Masters was fundamentally eradicated from its roots.
It wasn’t until Tang San destroyed the Slaughter Capital and annihilated Spirit Hall that they would experience a resurgence.
As one of the Upper Three Clans and the third-ranked sect in the world, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was naturally highly monitored by Spirit Hall.
Among the younger generation, there were only two kinds of people who could draw Qian Xunji’s attention.
One kind were geniuses like Tang Xiao and Tang Hao, who made a name for themselves across the continent at a young age.
The other kind were pieces of trash.
And not just your average trash.
They had to be trash to a very specific degree.
Like Yu Xiaogang.
Born into nobility, with a Titled Douluo for a father, he was showered with endless doting before the age of six.
After six, his martial soul mutated, he had half a level of innate soul power, and he awakened a pig.
Yet, the man himself was restless, loving to jump around and show off, making a fool of himself numerous times in the process.
In a sense, within the highest circles of the Spirit Master world—the Upper Three Clans and Spirit Hall—Yu Xiaogang had achieved a bizarre kind of fame.
It was hard not to pay attention to him.
“Your Holiness, should I…” The Guardian Douluo who had previously suggested killing Qin Xuan made a throat-slitting gesture.
Qian Xunji didn’t think much of it.
The Holy Maiden is naturally proud; she would never fall for that kind of trash.”
“However, if he dares to dream of a toad eating swan meat, then I don’t mind letting the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan have one more corpse.”
“Starting today, arrange for two Soul Douluos to protect her in secret at all times.
I do not wish for another incident like Qin Xuan’s to occur.”
“Level 59.”
Inside a resplendent, completely sealed room, accompanied by the cry of a phoenix, Qin Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes and sprang to his feet.
Surging fiery-red soul power retracted to within a one-meter radius around his body, then converged, finally transforming into a Vermillion Bird that danced in the air above his head within the spacious, high-ceilinged room.
Faintly, an odd crimson longsword could be seen within the Vermillion Bird’s body.
Qin Xuan waved his hand.
The Vermillion Bird retracted, and the Changming Sword, wrapped in terrifying high temperatures and red lightning, circled the air once before returning to his grasp.
Name: Qin Xuan Age: 19 Martial Soul: Changming Sword Cultivation Level: 59 Soul Ring Configuration: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black Physique Level: Soul Emperor Spiritual Power Level: Soul Douluo Spirit Bone: Spirit Condensing Wisdom Skull Bone Talent: SS+ Self-Created Soul Skills: Vertical and Horizontal Sword Techniques, Ghost Valley Breathing Technique Emotion Points: 77,992 Blind Boxes: None
“Soul power increased by five levels.
Physique at Soul Emperor, Spiritual Power at Soul Douluo.
After absorbing the Odd Velvet Heaven Ascending Chrysanthemum and the Wisdom Skull Bone, the degree of improvement is even lower than I imagined.”
“And this talent…
the gap between top-tier twin martial souls and a single martial soul really is ridiculously large.
I even took an immortal herb and cultivated the Ghost Valley Breathing Technique, yet I still can’t reach Bibi Dong’s SSS-level.”
Holding the sword in his left hand, Qin Xuan flipped through the system panel with his right, complaining internally with a look of disdain while actually low-key flexing.
Think about the little scoundrel Tang San.
At level forty-something, after absorbing this Wisdom Skull Bone, his spiritual power reached the Soul Douluo level.
At level fifty, he obtained the Blue Silver Emperor’s innate soul ring, aged 25,000 years, meaning that at level fifty, he already possessed a physique no weaker than a Soul Emperor.
Even though that scoundrel had previously taken the immortal herb Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew…
Even though he had cultivated the Purple Demon Eye, which enhanced spiritual power, since he was two years old…
Even though his body had been tempered by ice and fire…
Even though he had the Eight Spider Lances external spirit bone…
Qin Xuan admitted he was a little sour.
Compared to that, what did his little bit of improvement count for?
At soul power level 59, he was barely matching Tang San in physique and spiritual power.
He had no way to access the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well for now.
It seemed he would have to work hard cultivating the Ghost Valley Breathing Technique to unblock his Eight Extraordinary Meridians.
Otherwise, even if he got the Ten-Headed Fierce Yang Serpent’s inner core, he wouldn’t have the fortune to endure it.