Grand, classical palaces formed the sacred Spirit Hall, shimmering gold under the sunlight.
Inside the Spirit Hall, in a palace that inspired awe, Qian Xunfeng gazed up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, lost in thought.
I'll break through to level ninety today. I'll have the Mighty Lion Elder take me to get a soul ring later.
Qian Xunfeng reclined on the sofa. Ever since he was successfully hit by a truck and sent flying eighty meters thirty-eight years ago, he found himself transmigrated into the Douluo Continent.
He was also Qian Xunjie's full-blooded older brother. And because of him, Qian Xunjie and he appeared ten years later than they should have, but that didn't matter much.
It was this Spirit Hall that concerned him. As far as he knew, there were quite a few "Wisdom" figures within the Spirit Hall, and each one possessed world-shaking "intelligence."
In the later stages, it could almost be said that while the Spirit Empire's soldiers were shedding their blood and giving their lives on the front lines, the Three Idiots of the Spirit Hall were showing mercy to their enemies, and were completely letting them off the hook.
"Isn't this what we, your subjects, have shed blood for? Why, Your Majesty, are you colluding with the enemy?"
Fortunately, he successfully awakened his martial soul, and a beneficial mutation occurred.
What Qian Xunfeng was most delighted about was that the four pairs of wings behind his Angel Martial Soul represented the crimson-gold of the Seraphim, the white-gold of the Throne Angel, the light-blue of the Cherubim, and the pure-gold of the Dominion Angel.
He could switch between the four forms at will, and the soul skills of each form were also different. This was equivalent to him having thirty-six soul skills, a Four-Life Martial Soul that he could switch between freely.
The only drawback was that he possessed martial souls with four ultimate attributes: light, fire, time, and space, which made his cultivation speed extremely slow. Now, at thirty-eight years old, he had just broken through the ninetieth rank.
Although it was slow, he was still the youngest Title Douluo on the Douluo Continent.
"Once I obtain my ninth soul ring, I can start planning the future development of the Spirit Hall."
A hint of ambition flashed in Qian Xunfeng's eyes. After he succeeded the Pope, he would spare no effort to develop the Spirit Hall, to the point of turning the entire Douluo Continent into the Qian Clan Continent.
Although he disdained Tang San's actions in his previous life, he knew that in this world, he had to use some methods.
In times of crisis, his methods would be a thousand times more ruthless than Tang Sanzang's.
"It's just this Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, how can I not find it after searching for ten years."
Qian Xunfeng frowned slightly. Ever since he obtained his seventh soul ring in the Sunset Forest, he had sent Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, the two Douluo, to take a stroll in the Sunset Forest whenever they were free.
"I can only wait a little longer."
Qian Xunfeng had absolute confidence in himself, and also in the current strength of Spirit Hall. If worst came to worst, he would just wait to track Poison Douluo later. If Poison Douluo refused to join Spirit Hall, then there was nothing he could do but kill him and silence him, he was determined to obtain the immortal herbs.
Besides, as long as he didn't die, in the later stages he could just play dirty and directly slaughter the Clear Sky Sect. He wasn't like the old man, a stubborn old fool, who stayed cooped up in the Pope's Palace with a bunch of otaku uncles, always thinking of passing the Pope position to him as soon as possible.
He couldn't wait to turn the Douluo Continent into the Qian Clan Continent, becoming the Qian Clan's backyard. As for the commoners of Douluo, he could only say that this was a fantasy world. Without bloodlines, unless their martial souls underwent benign mutations, he couldn't think of any way for commoners to turn their lives around.
What he could do was, after unifying the continent in the future, to reduce the burden on the commoners, so they wouldn't be completely crushed, after all, they were the main source of grassroots soul masters for Spirit Hall.
As for Bibi Dong, she wasn't taken as a disciple by Qian Xunjie as in the original story. Instead, Qian Xunjie took her in. Judging from the original story, Bibi Dong was a complete ingrate who only held grudges and forgot favors.
If Bibi Dong acted the same way she did in her previous life, Qian Xunfeng wouldn't mind preparing a perfect dog-training plan for her.
He would wait for her to elope with Yu Xiaogang, and then let her fall step by step into the trap he designed, eventually becoming a dog loyal to him and obeying his every word.
Qian Xunfeng didn't feel anything wrong with this. He hadn't killed Bibi Dong, which was already his greatest act of grace towards her.
"Judging by the time, it should be about time for Bibi Dong to come to me with her troubles with Yu Xiaogang."
Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Qian Xunfeng's eyes. He had designed a perfect plan to torment Yu Xiaogang.
"Young Master, the Pope wants you to go over there to discuss something."
At this moment, a Cardinal interrupted Qian Xunfeng's thoughts.
"Alright, I understand."
Qian Xunfeng stretched.
It just so happened that his uncles could take him to obtain a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring. After all, his first two soul rings were both hundred-thousand-year ones.
Pope's Palace.
"Here."
In the main hall, Qian Daoliu held the Pope's Scepter, his golden hair shimmering slightly in the sunlight.
"You've broken through level ninety? Not bad."
Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xunfeng in front of him with considerable appreciation. He was quite satisfied with this son. His seventh soul ring was a hundred-thousand-year one. When he had just become a Soul Saint, he could fight with the Snake Spear Martial Soul True Body and even have a slight advantage. He had also been intelligent since childhood.
In his heart, he had already begun to cultivate Qian Xunfeng to be the next Pope and the next Great Offering.
"Yes, Father, I've come this time to ask Uncle Mighty Lion and Uncle Guangling to accompany me in obtaining a soul ring."
"Good. Once you break through to Title Douluo, you can undergo the God Ancestor's trials. Feng'er, you have excellent talent. You'll surely achieve greater things than I have. Perhaps one day, you'll ascend to the God Realm like the God Ancestor."
After Qian Daoliu finished speaking with high hopes, he sent a message to call over the Mighty Lion Douluo and Guangling Douluo. Before long, the burly Mighty Lion Douluo strode in first, followed by the more elegant Guangling Douluo.
Both were at the level of ninety-six Super Douluo at this time, and they would reach ninety-seven in more than a decade.
"Mighty Lion, Guangling, follow the map to the location of this hundred-thousand-year soul beast and help Feng'er obtain his ninth soul ring."
"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope."
Qian Xunfeng walked to the door, and behind him, the Mighty Lion Douluo and Guangling Douluo led nearly five Soul Douluo and almost a hundred Soul Saints to the Star Dou Great Forest.
The group arrived at the outer edge of the Star Dou Great Forest and advanced like a surge, unobstructed along the way. Anything that stood in their path was crushed.
According to the information, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast discovered this time was the Extreme Flame Swift Wolf, a Soul Beast with extreme killing power, precisely the Soul Beast Qian Xunfeng had been dreaming of.
Moreover, the Soul Bones that had dropped from the previous two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts were a Hundred-Thousand-Year Left Arm Bone and a Right Leg Bone. He hadn't absorbed the Left Arm Bone.
Because that Soul Bone was obtained when he hunted a Soul Beast during his seventh Soul Ring, and it was a healing type. Qian Xunfeng didn't want to gamble on what skills it might provide, so he temporarily kept it, waiting to see if there were better options later.
Anyway, the healing and amplification from his Throne Angel's Soul skills were sufficient for now, and he wasn't lacking in healing.
"Roar~"
Qian Xunfeng had brought a large group of people this time. As they approached the Extreme Flame Swift Wolf, the huge sound attracted the attention of the Extreme Flame Swift Wolf King.
A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's intelligence was almost the same as a human's. Seeing that the newcomers were hostile, and knowing it couldn't win, it immediately led the surrounding wolf pups to try and escape.
"Surround those wolf pups, Guangling, snipe the Wolf King from a distance!"
Mighty Lion Douluo looked at the wolf king leading the way not far away.
"Martial Soul True Body!"
A lion, even larger than the wolf king and covered in flames, appeared before the wolf king.
"Fifth Soul Skill, Raging Flame Lion Claw."
Flames ignited on the lion's claws as it fiercely swiped at the Extreme Flame Swift Wolf King.
"Screech!"
With a scream, three bloody gashes appeared on the wolf king's huge body, continuously sparking and burning its flesh.
"You damned humans."
Having cultivated for a hundred thousand years, a soul beast could speak. At this moment, the wolf king, disregarding the wounds on its body, could only be wary of the Mighty Lion Douluo's next attack.
"Search!" An ice feather, formed from soul power, sliced through the sky, piercing the wolf king's body. Blood flowed incessantly, forming a pool on the ground.