Chapter 95: No Rabbit Can Escape Bashu Alive
Nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red—glowed around Ah Yin. She summoned her Blue Silver Emperor martial soul, and life-filled blue soul power spread out. Within it, faint, illusory blue silver grass appeared. This energy flowed into Yu Xiaotian and Qian Renxue, rapidly healing their injuries—but not replenishing their soul power.
The Blue Silver Emperor's healing didn't include soul power restoration.
Qian Renchuan watched as the ground around Ah Yin sprouted massive fields of Blue Silver Grass. In awe, he thought, So this is Mom's martial soul… It can even make plants grow. That's amazing.
According to martial soul inheritance rules, one usually inherited the stronger parent's soul. Grandpa said the Six-Winged Angel was the most powerful martial soul on the continent, so Qian Renchuan assumed he'd inherit his father's.
"Daddy."
"Yes?"
"When I awaken my martial soul, can you train me like you trained Sister?"
His eyes shone with anticipation. Watching Qian Renxue's fight against Yu Xiaotian had deeply shaken him. Even with all his past-life experience as an outer disciple of the Tang Sect, it felt insufficient now.
Qian Xunji nodded. "Of course."
On the platform, Yu Xiaotian was horrified when he realized Silver Empress Douluo's ninth soul ring was also a hundred-thousand-year ring. He needed to report this immediately. Spirit Hall… the Pope… the Holy Lady… they were all terrifying.
After dismissing Yu Xiaotian, Qian Xunji said, "Xue'er, congratulations. You've completed all of Daddy's hell training. It's time I give you that mysterious reward I promised."
"What is it, Daddy?"
Qian Renxue looked excited. Her father had told her at the start of her training that the gift was mysterious and would be useful someday. But as Spirit Hall's heir, she already had everything. What could she possibly need?
Qian Xunji activated his storage soul tool. A glowing, radiant golden wing, three meters long and shaped like armor, appeared.
Qian Renxue's eyes widened. "An external soul bone!"
"This came from the Light-Winged White Tiger I killed for my eighth ring. I didn't absorb it back then—I saved it for you."
Though he had the worst innate talent in the Qian Clan, Qian Xunji's soul ring setup was top-tier: five soul bones, two of them hundred-thousand-year, plus an immortal herb. But whether he could become a god? Still uncertain.
Becoming a second-level god meant little—you couldn't bring family to the Divine Realm. Only first-level gods could. But the Angel God's seat wasn't available to him, and his only match might be the God of Light—who was supposedly female, already married to the God of Darkness.
Ah Yin couldn't inherit the God of Darkness's mantle—she was still a soul beast. As Qian Daoliu said, shapeshifting didn't change her nature. A beast was a beast.
So instead of chasing godhood, Qian Xunji figured it was better to be the all-powerful Pope and live happily.
That's why he had saved this external soul bone for his children.
And because the harder something is to get, the more it's treasured—especially for women. On Douluo Continent, this principle held even truer.
Qian Renxue was thrilled. External soul bones were just below hundred-thousand-year bones in value. This would be her seventh piece of angelic equipment.
She reached for it, but Qian Xunji pulled it back.
"Daddy! You said I'd get it after training! You're breaking your promise!"
She pouted, cheeks puffed in protest.
"I said I'd give it to you. But training isn't complete without real combat. In five days, the Upper Three Sects gathering will be held—at the Clear Sky Sect."
"Trash martial soul like the Clear Sky Hammer? I'll fight them with one hand tied."
She truly didn't respect such a heavy, clunky weapon. Through hell training, she had fought many. Unless someone perfectly fused with the hammer, only someone like ancestor Tang Chen might give her trouble—and that'd take Grandpa to handle.
"Don't boast too soon," Qian Xunji warned. "You're not just fighting hammer users. Now, lunch is almost ready. Let's head back."
At the Pope's Hall, Qian Renxue took a long bath, scrubbing herself clean—Yu Xiaotian's blood had gotten everywhere. She changed clothes and tossed the old ones away.
The dining table was filled with delicacies—mountain treasures, sea delicacies, and even soul beast meat.
Soul beast meat contained concentrated energy. The older the beast, the better it tasted and the more energy it held—a great resource for cultivation.
Seeing Qian Renxue put down her chopsticks after just a few bites, Qian Renchuan asked, "Sister, you're exhausted from this morning's fight. Is that really enough?"
She glared at him. "You're too young to understand. Girls have to maintain their figure."
Qian Xunji waved his hand. "Don't mind her, Chuan. She's still sulking."
During the meal, Qian Renchuan noticed even his mother wasn't eating much—probably also to maintain her figure. An idea popped into his head.
After lunch, Qian Renchuan went to the kitchen and asked why no one cooked rabbit.
In his previous life, there was a saying: No rabbit escapes Bashu alive.
Rabbit meat was nutritious, low in fat, delicious, and rabbits reproduced quickly. You could stuff yourself and still stay fit.
Since he had been reborn into this world, and his mother and sister were so good to him, how could he let them go hungry? He had to help.
The chef smiled wryly. "Young master, rabbit meat is too gamey. Even if it tastes good, no one can stand the smell."
"Then let me show you how it's done."
In his past life, before revealing his talent for hidden weapons, Qian Renchuan (then Tang San) worked in a kitchen. His cooking skills weren't bad. Without them, how could the future God King have cared for Tang Hao like a nanny?
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