Two months later, there were still six months before the tournament began.
At this time, Qianxun Feng of the Pope's Hall also took out seven ten-thousand-year soul bones and placed them in front of Qianxun Ji.
"Xiao Ji, you handled the arrangements for the Soul Master Tournament, right? I still have major matters to attend to. I'll return at the finals."
Qianxun Feng solemnly patted Qianxun Ji on the shoulder, indicating the heavy responsibility.
"Ah, alright~_~"
Qianxun Ji helplessly accepted the seven ten-thousand-year soul bones, his eyes showing no greed. With his elder brother Qianxun Feng around, he had already formed a complete soul bone set.
A set of fire-attribute ten-thousand-year soul bones, plus a ten-thousand-year fire-attribute soul spirit that resonated with the set, making the soul armor stronger.
Currently, Qianxun Ji's combat power surpassed even Qian Daoliu before he became a god—truly a case of effortless victory.
He spent every day showing affection with Ling Yuan, originally only at level 93. But after Qianxun Feng's breakthrough, the Angel Martial Soul reached its limit, immediately boosting him to level 96.
Finally, with the sacrifice of a 130,000-year Fire Ring Crane soul spirit, along with the seven ten-thousand-year soul bones and divine power bonus, he was directly boosted to level 99—an unparalleled Douluo.
Truly, zero training—just lying back—and he reached level 99, only waiting for Qianxun Feng to ascend to godhood.
Once his Martial Soul was further enhanced, he could ascend directly to become a divine official.
"Are you sure this is really okay?"
Qianxun Ji pondered.
"Worry about what? Snow'er is already level 93, do you think she'll lose?"
Qianxun Feng rolled his eyes. "You don't even know your own daughter's power, and you're her father?"
"What! Snow'er is already a Douluo?"
Snow'er was barely in her twenties.
He realized his own incompetence as a father but scratched his head awkwardly, sulking:"This is all because you, big brother, do nothing. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the Pope, while you're just a figurehead."
"Haha, haven't I always been a figurehead Pope?"
Qianxun Feng laughed lightly, disappearing from sight.
"Oh right, the rewards also include seven ten-thousand-year soul rings."
…
When news came out that the tournament rewards included seven ten-thousand-year soul bones and seven ten-thousand-year soul rings, the continent erupted.
At first, many doubted it. But some verified at the Martial Soul Hall and truly saw the seven ten-thousand-year soul bones.
They immediately knelt—none had ever seen even one ten-thousand-year soul bone in their lives. As for the seven ten-thousand-year soul rings, they believed it.
At the same time, Shrek Academy received the information.
Yu Xiaogang now walked cautiously, lest…
Despite prior hardships, Yu Xiaogang still maintained a proud appearance, unwilling to lose face.
Clenching his rear, he addressed the assembled Shrek Seven Devils:
"You've surely heard about the Soul Master Tournament rewards: seven ten-thousand-year soul bones, and seven ten-thousand-year soul rings."
"Now, Shrek Academy must win the championship—not only for glory but for your future."
"Don't worry, Master Yu, our team is now the most likely to win. Even if the Martial Soul Hall has geniuses, are they stronger than Third Brother and Dai Mubai?"
The One-Eyed Turkey (Ma Hongjun) had been resting well these days. Coupled with repeated victories in the Douluo Arena, he was brimming with confidence.
"Also, that ten-thousand-year Flame Lord left leg bone suits my Evil Fire Phoenix perfectly."
The Fatty patted his large belly, eyes squinting in a lecherous grin.
"Don't be careless. Did you forget the captain of the Tian Dou Royal Team, Du Gu Yan? No records, but he's likely a Soul Emperor. We can't underestimate him."
Yu Xiaogang wanted to retort at the boastful One-Eyed Turkey but remembered events from six months ago, falling silent. He addressed the Seven Devils instead:
"Students, no need to panic."
At this time, Tang San stepped forward, five soul rings gleaming brightly, proudly lifting his head.
Having absorbed "evil" soul beasts for half a year, his cultivation surged. Though the foundation was unstable, it was sufficient.
Since soul beasts were insufficient midway, he had to use Papa to lure and kill several Soul Emperors to absorb them.
Currently, he was a level 55 Soul King. With a few dozen more ten-thousand-year soul beasts or Soul Emperors, he could become a Soul Emperor, and Du Gu Yan wouldn't scare him.
By then, he would teach Du Gu Yan what a "path to death" truly meant.
The only regret: other teammates hadn't improved at all in six months, which frustrated him.
After all, absorbing immortal herbs should improve aptitude and make training effortless, like drinking water.
Yet six months yielded no progress—a slight insult to the immortal herbs. But to win the championship, Tang San swallowed his complaints.
"Xiao San, as expected of my carefully trained disciple. But can you really rise five levels in six months?"
It wasn't that Yu Xiaogang didn't believe him—it was just unreasonable. Five levels in six months meant a level per month, impossible even for those with full innate soul power.
Yu Xiaogang felt jealousy—why didn't he have such talent? If he had, would the elders have bullied him or expelled him?
Yet, to maintain his noble image, he hid his jealousy.
"Maybe it's the effect of the immortal herbs."
Tang San couldn't reveal that he was consuming his own life force—otherwise, he'd be labeled an evil Soul Master.
Absorbing soul beasts converts only 10–20% of their power, while Soul Emperors could convert 30% life force.
"Ah, even after eating the immortal herbs, our power hasn't increased at all. Are human differences really this huge?"
As the ultimate admirer, Ma Hongjun flattered Tang San, lowering himself to elevate Tang San's prestige.
"Haha, Third Brother's talent is naturally great. Fatty, you just won't admit it."
Seeing his role as Tang San's ultimate fan being challenged, Feng Xiaotian became competitive, eager to prove his loyalty.
"All right, everyone, train hard. In six months, let the continent see what true talent is, and what a true monster is!"
After this praise, Tang San was confident, waving his hand, as if the championship was already within reach.
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