Qian Renfeng paused thoughtfully, then said, "My sister, Yue Guan, you and the Poison Douluo should go check on her. One shining in the light, the other in the shadows—protect each other."
"As for me," he sat down on a rock, calm as ever, "I want to see how powerful these evil Soul Masters are at this stage."
In the Star Dou Forest
A middle-aged man, standing about 2.2 meters tall, suddenly froze in his tracks. Soul beasts in the area scattered in fear—his aura unmistakably belonged to a Title Douluo-level warrior. Strangely, he felt his heart jitter. Did something happen to the two of them? he wondered. No, he shook his head. Even against Qian Renfeng's team, they would at least stand their ground unless they faced mighty adversaries like Qian Daoliu or the Golden Crocodile Douluo. Something must have gone wrong elsewhere.
He advanced cautiously—each step pressing into the muddy ground left a small bead of blood. On his back, something strange bulged beneath his robes.
Back at Spirit Hall (Wuhun Hall)
Laughter echoed through the hall as Qian Daoliu guffawed:
"Hahaha! I truly didn't expect this—this kid achieved so much so quickly. I am getting old!"
Elated, he laughed without holding back.
Qingluan Douluo smiled beside him:
"Indeed. It's shocking. At his age, Second Young Master managed to subdue two Title Douluos—truly win their hearts. Back in my day, I couldn't even do that."
He hung his head in mild shame—he compared poorly to Daoliu and even to Qian Renfeng. Living is such a failure.
Hearing this, Qian Daoliu laughed louder:
"Haha! You just raised the bar even higher for him! I only worry: what if he falls one day? Then all of you must catch him—support him!"
The other Spirit Hall elders exchanged glances and nodded. With Qian Renfeng around, everyone agreed: he is the undisputed heir of the Hall. His sister, Qian Renxue, may be outstanding, but she couldn't win over the elders like her brother did. Being the Angel Family's heir isn't enough—none can dim her light quite like him.
At this moment, Poison Douluo Cidu Bo watched Qian Renfeng from afar, chuckling to himself:
"See?" he said. "Some things—you need professionals for. Intimidation or persuasion—we've had two more years' practice than you!"
He looked at the two red-clothed evil soul masters lying battered around him. Their eyelids were chewed after their snakes bit them.
Qian Renfeng sighed:
"As expected of the Poison Douluo—throwing snakes at people. That's something only you could do."
Cidu Bo gestured grandly:
"No, no, no! Second Young Master, you misunderstood—I didn't use real snakes. I transformed them with my soul power, and added weird powders—itching dust, sniff-powder, hemorrhage grass. Usually, they're useless—even Soul Emperor level wouldn't be affected. But your Sixth Soul Skill sealed their souls, so the toxins entered effectively. And guess what? It worked."
Qian Renfeng couldn't help but laugh.
"They confessed."
Cidu Bo nodded:
"Turns out, the Blood Toad Sect has three Title Douluos and five Soul Emperors. Their strength is high for evil Soul Masters, but not top-tier—there are at least two stronger evil sects. Their main goal was to recruit me into the Blood Toad Sect, to prepare for an upcoming Evil Soul Master Alliance."