Numerous magnificent palaces formed the classical and sacred Spirit Hall, appearing resplendent under the sunlight.
Inside the Spirit Hall, within a awe-inspiring palace, Qian Xunfeng pondered, gazing at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
"Today I've broken through to level ninety. Later, I'll have Elder Xiongshi take me to acquire a Soul Ring."
Qian Xunfeng lay on the sofa. Thirty-eight years ago, after he was successfully hit by a truck and sent flying eighty meters, he found himself transmigrated into the Douluo Continent.
He was Qian Xunji's biological elder brother, and because of him, Qian Xunji and he appeared ten years later, but this had little impact.
As for this Spirit Hall, as far as he knew, there were many "wise" figures in this Spirit Hall, each possessing astonishing "wisdom."
In the later stages, it could almost be said that while the soldiers of the Spirit Empire shed blood and Life on the front lines, the three idiots of the Spirit Hall behind them showed mercy to the enemy, constantly holding back.
Isn't this like, 'Your subjects are fighting bravely, Your Majesty, why are you colluding with the enemy?'
Fortunately, he successfully awakened his Martial Soul, and a benign mutation occurred.
What delighted Qian Xunfeng most was that the four pairs of wings behind his Angel Martial Soul represented the fiery gold of the Seraphim, the white gold of the Guardian Angel, the light blue of the Cherubim, and the pure gold of the Archangel.
He could switch freely between four forms, and the Soul Skills of each form were different, meaning he would have thirty-six Soul Skills, a four-Life Martial Soul that could be switched at will.
The only drawback was that a Martial Soul possessing the ultimate attributes of light, fire, time, and space made his cultivation speed extremely slow. Now, at thirty-eight years old, he had just broken through to level ninety.
Although much slower, he was still the youngest Title Douluo on the Douluo Continent.
"Once I acquire the Ninth Soul Ring, I can begin planning the future development of the Spirit Hall."
A flicker of ambition flashed in Qian Xunfeng's eyes. Once he took over as Pope, he would spare no effort to develop the Spirit Hall, to the extent of turning the entire Douluo Continent into the Qian family's continent.
Although he looked down on Tang San's actions in his previous life, now that he was truly in this world, without some means, it simply wouldn't work.
In extraordinary times, his methods would be a thousand times more ruthless than Tang Fo Zu's.
"It's just this Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, why haven't I found it after searching for ten years?"
Qian Xunfeng's brows slightly furrowed. Ever since he obtained his Seventh Soul Ring in the Sunset Forest, he had sent Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, two Title Douluo, to wander around the Sunset Forest when they had nothing to do.
"I can only wait a little longer."
Qian Xunfeng had absolute confidence in himself, and also in the current strength of the Spirit Hall. At worst, he would just follow Poison Douluo later. If Poison Douluo didn't join the Spirit Hall, there was no other way; killing him to silence him would be the solution. The Immortal Herb was a must-have.
Furthermore, as long as he didn't die, he would directly launch a bloodbath against the Haotian Sect in the later stages if things became unmanageable. He wasn't like that old stubborn man, the old master, who stayed in the Pope's Hall with a bunch of otaku uncles all day, constantly thinking of passing the position of Pope to him as soon as possible.
He wished he could directly turn the Douluo Continent into the Qian family's continent, making it his Qian family's backyard. As for the common people of Douluo, he could only say this was fantasy. Without bloodlines, apart from benign Martial Soul mutations, he couldn't think of any way for commoners to rise up.
All he could do was, after unifying the continent in the future, lighten the burden on the common people so they wouldn't be completely crushed, as they were the main source of grassroots Soul Masters for the Spirit Hall.
As for Bibidong, she was not taken as a disciple by Qian Xunji as in the original work, but by him, because this woman, Bibidong, could be seen from the original work to be a complete ingrate who only remembered grudges and not favors.
If Bibidong were to act the same way as in his previous life this time, Qian Xunfeng wouldn't mind preparing a perfect dog training plan for her.
He would wait until she eloped with Yu Xiao Gang, then let her step by step fall into the trap he designed, eventually becoming a loyal dog who obeyed his every command.
Qian Xunfeng felt nothing amiss about this. His not killing Bibidong was already the greatest grace he could bestow upon her.
"Counting the time, it's about time Bibidong brings up those messy affairs with Yu Xiao Gang."
Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Qian Xunfeng's eyes. He had even designed a perfect plan for tormenting Yu Xiao Gang.
"Young Master, His Holiness the Pope wishes to see you; he has something to discuss."
At this moment, a Cardinal interrupted Qian Xunfeng's thoughts.
"Hmm, I understand."
Qian Xunfeng straightened his body.
It's a good opportunity to have a few uncles take me to acquire a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, after all, my first two Soul Rings were both hundred-thousand-year ones.
Pope's Hall.
"Here he comes."
Inside the grand hall, Qian Daoliu held the Pope's scepter, his golden hair shimmering slightly under the sunlight.
"Broken through to level ninety? Not bad."
Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xunfeng with great appreciation. He was quite satisfied with this son. His Seventh Soul Ring was a hundred-thousand-year one, and even when he had just become a Soul Saint, he could fight with Spear, who had activated his Martial Soul True Body, and even slightly surpass him. He had also been intelligent since childhood.
In his heart, he had already begun to train Qian Xunfeng to be the next Pope and the next Grand Elder.
"Yes, Father. I came this time also to ask Uncle Xiongshi and Uncle Guangling to accompany me to acquire a Soul Ring."
"Good. Once you break through to Title Douluo, you shall accept the Ancestor God's trial. Feng'er, your talent is excellent, and your achievements in the future will surely surpass your father's. Perhaps one day you can ascend to the God Realm like the Ancestor God."
Qian Daoliu finished speaking with hope, then sent a telepathic message to summon Xiongshi and Guangling. Before long, the robust Xiongshi Title Douluo walked in first, followed by the more refined Guangling Title Douluo.
Both were currently level ninety-six Super Title Douluo, and would become ninety-seven Super Title Douluo more than ten years later.
"Xiongshi, Guangling, take people according to the map to the traces of this hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast and acquire the Ninth Soul Ring for Feng'er."
"As you command, His Holiness the Pope."
Qian Xunfeng walked to the entrance, with Xiongshi and Guangling Title Douluo leading nearly five Soul Douluo and nearly a hundred Soul Saint behind him, heading together to the Star Dou Great Forest.
The group arrived at the outer part of the Star Dou Great Forest and advanced like a hot knife through butter, unimpeded. Anyone who blocked their path was crushed.
According to the information, the hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast discovered this time was an Extremely Inflamed Swift Wolves, a Soul Beast with ultimate killing power, precisely the Soul Beast Qian Xunfeng had dreamed of.
Moreover, the Soul Bones dropped by the previous two hundred-thousand-year Soul Beasts were a hundred-thousand-year left arm bone and a right leg bone respectively. He had not absorbed that left arm bone.
Because that Soul Bone was obtained when he hunted for 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, to see if there were better options later.
Anyway, the Guardian Angel's Soul Skill healing and amplification were sufficient for now; he wasn't lacking in that bit of healing.
"Roar~"
Qian Xunfeng brought out many people this time. As they approached the Extremely Inflamed Swift Wolves, the huge sound was discovered by the Extremely Inflamed Swift Wolves Emperor as they began to draw near.
A hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast's intelligence was almost on par with humans. Seeing that the newcomers were hostile and knowing it couldn't win, it immediately led the surrounding wolf cubs, attempting to escape.
"Surround these wolf cubs, Guangling, snipe the Wolf Emperor from a distance!"
Xiongshi Title Douluo looked at the leading Wolf Emperor not far away.
"Martial Soul True Body!"
A male lion, even larger than the Wolf Emperor and covered in flames, appeared before the Wolf Emperor.
"Fifth Soul Skill, Fiery Lion Claw."
Flames lit up on the male lion's claws, and it fiercely swiped at the Extremely Inflamed Swift Wolves Emperor.
"Tear!"
With a tragic cry, three bloody gashes appeared on the Wolf Emperor's massive body, continuously sparking and burning the flesh and blood of its body.
"You damn humans."
Having cultivated for a hundred thousand years, the Soul Beast could speak human words. At this moment, the Wolf Emperor disregarded its wounds, only wary of the Mad Lion Title Douluo's next attack.
"Whoosh!" An ice feather, transformed from Soul Power, pierced through the sky, directly penetrating the Wolf Emperor's body, its blood flowing ceaselessly until a pool of blood formed on the ground.