Douluo Dalu: Transforming Soul Rings into Soul Veins

Watching Qian Daoliu casually brush the matter aside, Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with a trace of disappointment.

She had originally thought that upon learning that Lin Feng and the other two had become intimate after just a few months away, Qian Daoliu would fly into a rage, perhaps even forcing Lin Feng and Qian Renxue to separate for a while.

But now, it seemed her hopes had been dashed once again.

Why was it so difficult to keep them apart for even a little while?!

Qian Daoliu was far too easygoing—this damn old man probably even wanted great-grandchildren!

As if I'd let you have your way.

With a faint, icy tone, she said, "Xiao Feng, you, Xiao Xue, and Ling Yuan should really restrain yourselves. Your bodies are still growing—do you understand?"

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes, a dangerous glint flashing within them.

Though what was done could not be undone, the feeling of having something that belonged to her taken so freely by others was unbearable.

The thought of Lin Feng lying on a bed, letting Qian Renxue have her way with him, filled her heart with an indescribable sense of loss and irritation.

That position should have been mine!

Qian Renxue's lips parted slightly as she stared at Bibi Dong. After a long pause, she nodded.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Keeping it in mind didn't mean she would follow the advice.

Inequality problems were always solved the fastest.

Lin Feng gave an awkward nod. Having his private affairs discussed so openly felt like a public execution.

Qian Daoliu hadn't even noticed at first—who had leaked the news?

Lin Feng glanced at Chrysanthemum Douluo, only to see that the man had already pulled Ghost Douluo aside and was whispering something to him.

The corner of Lin Feng's mouth twitched.

Lucky you ran fast. Otherwise, I'd really worry that Xiao Xue might come after you—just like the pain you brought to Dugu Bo, letting Qian Daoliu give you a good beating.

"Let's set off now," Qian Daoliu declared.

Chrysanthemum and Ghost, who had been strolling leisurely, froze.

"Now?"

"That's right—now."

Let it not be forgotten that Qian Daoliu was hailed as Invincible in the Sky.

However, whenever he fought against Tang Chen, he often engaged him on the ground due to Tang Chen's weakness in aerial combat, inadvertently diminishing the prestige of his title.

Yet, the two remained evenly matched.

In a way, if the Angel God were still present, Qian Daoliu's talent might have even surpassed Tang Chen's.

But due to issues with the Angel God's inheritance, he was confined to the role of High Priest, though he might very well have been capable of ascending to godhood.

A Title Douluo's flight speed could break the sound barrier.

And Qian Daoliu, hailed as Invincible in the Sky with his Angel Martial Soul, could fly even faster.

Even while carrying several people in his Martial Soul True Body form, he could still travel at incredible speeds.

It was estimated that within two weeks, they could cross five-eighths of the continent and reach the remote city of Notting.

"I've already informed Golden Crocodile. He will take over the defense of the Douluo Palace in my absence. As for the Pope, I trust you to oversee the affairs of the Spirit Hall."

"Martial Soul True Body!"

With a soft shout, a sacred and majestic golden light burst forth from Qian Daoliu's body, gradually coalescing into a massive golden figure—an angel clad in golden armor, wielding a sword, exuding solemnity and power.

This was Qian Daoliu's Angel Martial Soul True Body, a symbol of supreme divinity and strength.

Eight black and one red soul ring—an awe-inspiring configuration—pulsed around him.

"Let's go, children," Qian Daoliu's voice echoed from within the golden radiance, carrying an unshakable resolve.

To Qian Daoliu, everyone present could be considered a child.

If memory served, Qian Daoliu was already around 130 years old at this point.

Bibi Dong nodded, watching as Qian Daoliu soared into the sky with Lin Feng, Qian Renxue, Chrysanthemum, and Ghost, disappearing into the distant horizon.

She took a deep breath and turned back toward the Pope's Palace, ready to resume her duties in overseeing the Spirit Hall.

Her first destination, however, was that secret chamber—the one she had meticulously maintained for who knew how long.

Meanwhile, under Qian Daoliu's lead, Lin Feng and the others streaked through the clouds at astonishing speed, heading westward toward Notting City.

Along the way, they traversed countless mountains and rivers, stopping only at night, with Lin Feng supplying food and necessities.

Chrysanthemum Douluo, who had accidentally exposed Lin Feng's recent entanglement with Qian Renxue and Ling Yuan, shamelessly continued to pester Lin Feng for more seasonings.

Why?

Because they were simply too delicious.

A few days later, they finally arrived near Notting City.

Qian Daoliu gradually descended, bringing them to a forested area—a Soul Hunting Forest outside the city.

As a 99th-ranked Ultimate Douluo and the overseer of a divine trial, Qian Daoliu, who possessed traces of the Angel God's power, had perfect control over his aura, completely concealing their presence.

Extending his spiritual sense outward, he soon detected something unusual.

"Found it!"

At the same time, Tang Hao, lying on his greasy, foul-smelling bed, abruptly sat up!

What is this feeling?!

How many years has it been since I last felt something like this?!

His heart pounded wildly, as if some unimaginable horror had locked onto him, leaving him utterly incapable of resistance.

It was no wonder Tang Hao felt this way—after all, the current Qian Daoliu could be considered a demigod.

In the Douluo Dalu universe—or indeed, across all of Tang San's works—ascending to godhood brought a leap in power beyond comparison.

The difference between a mortal and a god was like heaven and earth—an absolute, insurmountable gap.

Cold sweat trickled down his back as Tang Hao frantically scanned his surroundings, his eyes darting wildly.

Having obtained the Slaughter Domain in Slaughter City, he was acutely sensitive to being watched.

"A Title Douluo! And one far stronger than me!"

Tang Hao swallowed hard, glancing at the empty bed beside him, feeling slightly relieved.

Judging by the time, Tang San should be on the mountain practicing that mysterious technique that turned his pupils purple.

"In that case, this is perfect!"

A fierce glint flashed in Tang Hao's eyes.

No matter who comes, even if my injuries aren't fully healed and I must spare some effort to shield Tang San from this powerful foe…

I, Tang Hao, remain invincible in this world!

Back then, when three Title Douluo had besieged him, he had just broken through yet still managed to repel them—even fatally wounding the Spirit Hall's Pope with a single strike.

Today would be no different. Whether friend or foe, he would emerge unscathed!

He glanced toward the mountain, his heart slightly restless.

In his perception, he couldn't pinpoint the source of that spiritual sense at all.

Left with no choice, he could only do this.

To avoid exposing Tang San and to keep the location of Ah Yin—hidden near the waterfall outside Holy Soul Village—a secret, Tang Hao decided to reveal himself voluntarily, heading to an open area to confront the approaching enemy.

Tang Hao's concerns weren't entirely for Tang San and Ah Yin.

After all, Tang San's Martial Soul hadn't awakened yet, and the peculiarities he displayed made Tang Hao believe that he might inherit his own talent.

If Tang San possessed an innate full soul power with the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, then Tang Hao wouldn't mind his strange behavior.

He is my son. He will carry the banner of opposing the Spirit Hall in the future—the key to my return to the sect.

As for Ah Yin, the soul bone she left behind would be essential for his growth.

I may be on the Spirit Hall's blacklist, but Tang San still has a chance to rise.

Seeing Tang Hao speeding toward the distant Soul Beast Forest, Qian Daoliu was momentarily taken aback.

"So it really is him. I didn't expect him to come out on his own. Fine—this suits our purposes. Chrysanthemum, Ghost, the two of you will seal Tang Hao later. I'll extract his soul bone and strip him of his cultivation."

"As you command, High Priest!"