Douluo Dalu: Transforming Soul Rings into Soul Veins

"Lin Feng... Holy Son?!"

Zhu Zhuqing covered her mouth, a trace of disbelief and astonishment flashing in her eyes. Her pair of cold, clear pupils revealed a clear bewilderment.

She sized up the arrangement of this room. There were not many decorations, only sparse and ordinary furniture and a few items that seemed to be for daily use. This was a far cry from the luxurious environment she had imagined a Holy Son should have.

If one had to say where it was different from an ordinary person's house, it would be that the construction of the walls was quite particular, as well as the dazzling array of books in the bookcase.

The walls were not ordinary mud bricks or wooden planks, but were meticulously built with sturdy stone. The surface was polished smooth and flat, without many gaps visible, exuding a steady aura.

And the bookcase was the most eye-catching existence in this room. It occupied an entire wall, from top to bottom, from left to right, densely arranged with all sorts of books.

Ancient scrolls, thick hardcover books, and also thin paper-paged books; they were either new or old, either intact or slightly damaged. The wisdom of the years was precipitated here.

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze lingered on the bookcase for a moment, an indescribable shock welling up in her heart.

Having just experienced an escape, and waking up again in this strange environment, it was impossible to say that Zhu Zhuqing had no sense of vigilance. But upon seeing the wall of books, she couldn't help but believe Lin Feng's words a little more.

After all, for anyone, in ancient Xianyang, after being suddenly saved, if that person told you he was the First Emperor of Qin, you would still be suspicious at the first moment.

Zhu Zhuqing pursed her red lips and said with some shyness, "Um, can you turn around for a moment first?"

"Of course."

Zhu Zhuqing looked down at her body. After confirming that there was not much change from before she had fainted, her heart calmed down a little. She let out a light breath, then looked up at Lin Feng, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. Why is there also a faint sense of loss... my figure is clearly very attractive, doesn't he like it?

"Um, you... you can turn around now, Your Highness, Holy Son." Her voice still sounded a little shy, but it had already recovered some of its former coldness.

Lin Feng looked over teasingly, making Zhu Zhuqing's ears turn red. He knows what I was thinking just now...

"I healed a part of your injuries, but deliberately left a part, to let you know that the experience of fleeing for your life before was real. At the same time, the matter of being saved and brought here is also real. And now..."

A fluorescent light flashed. Zhu Zhuqing's injuries were instantly healed. A warm power flowed within her body, dispelling all discomfort. She widened her eyes in surprise and looked at Lin Feng.

"This... is this a soul skill?" She got up from the bed and clenched her fist. So amazing...

"Your Highness, Holy Son, why... am I here?"

Lin Feng chuckled lightly, sat down casually on a recliner at the side, his posture appearing quite leisurely.

"Why are you here? The reason is actually very simple. I happened to be passing by, saw you were in danger, and saved you on the way."

Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing's pretty brow furrowed slightly. She slowly walked before Lin Feng, her pair of cold, clear pupils staring intently at him, trying to find some clue on his face.

The Holy Son of Spirit Hall, although it's reasonable for him to appear in the forest outside Spirit City, why would he save me? What part of me is worth saving, besides this wretched body... if not for the restraint of clothes, I would tremble with every step when I run...

"Your Highness, Holy Son, many thanks for your life-saving grace. Zhuqing is willing to repay you. It's just that, I don't understand, why did you make a move?"

"I couldn't stand the meaningless strife of the Star Luo imperial family. Does that count as a reason?"

"Just that?" Zhu Zhuqing was somewhat taken aback.

Lin Feng nodded lightly. "Just that. For me, to save a life does not require too many reasons. Of course, if at that time you didn't even dare to make a move on your sister in the end, whether to save you or not might have been another consideration."

Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head, a hint of tears welling up at the corners of her eyes. She also hadn't expected that her sister would actually "deal a fatal blow" to her.

"Many thanks, Your Highness... what can Zhuqing do for you?"

"Before we talk about this topic, you should know another matter. Your sister has gone back with the news that you have broken away from the Zhu family from now on. Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned, her thoughts spinning rapidly. Then, with both melancholy and relief, she said, "Zhuqing understands. From now on, I am a person of Spirit Hall, right?"

The change had come so quickly. One day she was fleeing for a sliver of a chance at life, and the next day she learned that her life was no longer in danger.

One day she was anxious about the duel many years later, and the next day she had already broken free from that layer of restraint.

"That's right. And, you have no choice for the time being."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded lightly, although she was somewhat surprised by the two words "for the time being" that Lin Feng had said. "On the Star Luo side, my family and the imperial family, will they not pursue the matter?"

"Rest assured. Even if there is no official public news, they have at this time already tacitly agreed that you have never existed. Actually, I am also somewhat surprised. The conditions that were released, they agreed without too much haggling. Perhaps in their hearts, just as that Dai Mubai had said, women are just resources for trade."

Zhu Zhuqing's heart trembled. Women are just resources?

She let out a bitter laugh. It really sounded like something those imperial disciples of the Dai family would say.

"You... have you seen Dai Mubai?"

"About two months ago, I saw him at a banquet. After all, he is a prince, so I took a couple more looks. What, do you still have some lingering thoughts about him?"

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head, her eyes somewhat cold. "No." For this fellow who had abandoned her and run away, and was letting himself go in the brothels of the continent, she did not have the slightest bit of longing.

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly asked, "Your Highness, Holy Son, may I ask your current cultivation?"

"Soul Emperor."

Soul Emperor!? The outside world rumored he was 20, but looking at his face, he was probably a little younger. Was he that outrageous? If she followed him, she could surely become stronger! Even if she had escaped the shackles of Star Luo, she still had to become stronger. Only strength could deal with everything.

"Tidy up. I will arrange your residence, and also for you to enter the Spirit Hall academy. After that, you will study here. You are now level 21. Within two years, I want you to reach Soul Elder. If you can't, I don't mind sending you away."

"Also, you must be thinking, what value do you have that is worth me doing this? But you actually don't need to consider this matter. All free things have a price marked in the dark."

"Abandon all other thoughts. To become stronger here is the only thing you need to do now."

Zhu Zhuqing opened her mouth. "Two years, Soul Elder? Me?"

Why are you so surprised? I didn't ask you to go and kill the Asura God...

Seeing this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Lin Feng's mouth. "What, you don't have confidence in yourself? Don't forget, this is Spirit Hall, which possesses the most top-tier resources and teaching on the entire continent. Two years' time, to advance from level 21 to Soul Elder, may be difficult for others, but for you, I have confidence."

"Your Highness, Holy Son, Zhuqing understands. I will do my utmost and not disappoint your expectations," her voice was light, yet it was filled with determination.

"Very good," Lin Feng nodded with satisfaction. "Whale gel, Soul Veins, perhaps you have heard of them. You will have a chance to get these. Now, your first task is to surpass Ning Rongrong in soul power level."

"Ning Rongrong?" Zhu Zhuqing was somewhat puzzled.

"A little witch who is staying at the academy and refuses to go home. You will meet her later," the corner of Lin Feng's mouth twitched.

Hmm?

Walking on the road of Spirit Hall, Lin Feng's brow suddenly raised lightly. Star Luo agreed to those conditions so readily, to let Zhu Zhuqing stay. Are they certain that I will teach her and then give her resources like the Soul Veins?

They wouldn't think that the Zhu Zhuqing cultivated by Spirit Hall would remember them and then return, would they?

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In the small wooden house, Qian Renxue looked at the Yearning Heartbroken Red in her hand, somewhat in a daze. "Xiao Feng, do you want to eat it now?"

Qian Renxue gently caressed the smooth petals of the Yearning Heartbroken Red, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. This flower was not just a precious gift from Lin Feng, but also carried her love.

Ever since the Yearning Heartbroken Red had acknowledged its master, it had always been by her side. Although she knew that consuming this immortal herb could bring unimaginable benefits, she was just a little reluctant.

"Yes, Xue'er," Lin Feng's voice was gentle. He walked in from outside the door, his gaze full of encouragement. "Now is the time. The Yearning Heartbroken Red can bring the dead back to life and grow flesh on white bones. But more importantly, it has a nourishing effect on the soul. You and I both understand that ever since we learned you are the reincarnation of the Seraphim..."

"The fragmented memories that appear in your mind from time to time are constantly reminding us that your soul may not be completely fused with this body. The memories and power belonging to the Seraphim, sometimes emerging, sometimes silent, have caused no small burden on your soul."

"The Yearning Heartbroken Red can help you stabilize your soul, and may even allow you to touch those sealed memories earlier. It will have immeasurable benefits for your cultivation and future divine trial."

Hearing this, Qian Renxue nodded lightly. Ever since she had learned her true identity, she had indeed felt an unprecedented pressure. The occasional flashing memory fragments made her feel both lost and full of hope for the future.

Lin Feng continued, "It is a flower, and I am by your side. Why be so attached to preserving it?"

"I understand, Xiao Feng," Qian Renxue said softly, then took a deep breath, and slowly brought the Yearning Heartbroken Red to her lips. Goodbye, Little Red~~

Just at the instant the petals were about to touch her lips, a faint, fresh fragrance assaulted her nostrils, making her spirit jolt. She closed her eyes, as if she could feel the life force and power contained within the petals, continuously pouring into her body.

As the Yearning Heartbroken Red was slowly consumed, Qian Renxue only felt a warm and powerful force roaming within her body. Her soul was as if enveloped by some mysterious power and began to undergo a subtle change.

When the last petal disappeared between her lips, Qian Renxue fiercely opened her eyes. A powerful aura burst out from within her body, and the entire small house shook with it.

It's unknown if it was an illusion, but Lin Feng felt that Xue'er's figure had become fuller than before, able to be on par with Bibi Dong...

Qian Renxue sensed that her cultivation had had a qualitative leap in an instant. More importantly, her soul seemed to be more compatible with this body, and the memories belonging to the Seraphim had also become clearer.

No longer fragmented pictures, but the process from the Seraphim encountering a predicament to being reincarnated as Qian Renxue was displayed in her mind, as if she had personally experienced it.

The use of divine power, the display of divine skills, the mysteries of the divine trial—everything, like a trickling stream, slowly flowed into the depths of Qian Renxue's soul, giving her a deeper understanding and mastery of her own power.

"Xiao Feng, I feel... I seem to have touched the power of a god," Qian Renxue looked at Lin Feng, her eyes sparkling with excitement and shock.

She stretched out her fair hand, and a golden light condensed in her hand into a radiant divine sword. From its appearance, it was precisely the exclusive divine weapon of the Seraphim—the Angelic Holy Sword. It was just that now it was a soul power projection version.

Every inch of the divine sword emitted a sacred and majestic aura, as if it could cut through all the evil and darkness in the world.

"It feels... a little different?" Qian Renxue tilted her head.

Lin Feng immediately burst out laughing. "It's not bad that you inherited the memory, but where would you get divine power now? How could you easily restore it?" He drew from his own dantian. "But, I will help you!"

The golden True Qi was infused into Qian Renxue's divine sword. In an instant, the divine sword was as if endowed with true life. Its light shone greatly, its might even greater. Qian Renxue's eyes lit up, and she slashed down with the sword!

Ping!—

A small crack instantly appeared in the space!

With the cultivation of a Soul Emperor, on her first try, she could cause space to shatter. This was simply unimaginable in the past. Without an appropriate soul skill, even a Titled Douluo would find it difficult to do.

A first-level god's grasp and use of their own power, all sorts of techniques were all in Qian Renxue's heart at this moment. Even if she wanted to, she could completely now display a weakened version of a divine skill using soul power as energy. Its power could be imagined.

13 divine skills were imprinted on her heart.

This situation, in Lin Feng's view, could generally be called a max-level big shot entering a newbie village, re-cultivating and being reborn.

"Wow~" Qian Renxue's eyes lit up. A corner of the power from her memory had been reproduced.

She once again browsed through her memories. When fighting the Asura God and the Sea God, the sky was as if torn apart, thunder roaring, lightning flashing like snakes, illuminating the entire sky. The collision of divine power caused the mountains and rivers to shake, the great earth to crack.

With a raise of her hand and a move of her foot, she could cause the heavens to collapse and the earth to rend, the mountains and rivers to be overturned.

Such power was her future!

The corner of Qian Renxue's mouth hooked up. "Xiao Feng, that Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena, what level of god is she?"

"...At present, she is about to return to a second-level god. What's wrong?" Lin Feng blinked his eyes. How come I feel Xue'er's smile is a little off...

"Oh, so that's how it is. Hmph hmph," Qian Renxue laughed, as if she had already seen some scene.

The corner of Lin Feng's mouth twitched. "Emmm, you take it easy."

"Don't worry. After I bide my time for a while, in the future, I will surely have her... mmm, have her not get you for a year!" Qian Renxue said with a giggle.

Her expression suddenly turned serious. "However, besides the memories of the divine war, I have also learned other things. My divine soul was collected by the Goddess of Life and was re-settled in the divine statue."

"Mmm, to call it 'I' is strange. After all, I only have the memories from the divine war to my reincarnation. Forget it, it's not a big problem."

"It's true that I am her reincarnation, but I am just Qian Renxue, not the first-generation Seraphim."

"In addition, my divine trial has some problems."

Lin Feng frowned and asked urgently, "What's wrong? Is it serious?"

Qian Renxue shook her head. "Not really. It's just that my divine trial is a program arranged by the first-generation Seraphim back then. It has no autonomous consciousness, like a fixed-program machine."

"At the operating hub, there has always been a vacancy. It would have been fine if the divine trial had not been started. But once it is started, if an external god intervenes, it will be temporarily taken over by other gods. Although they can't do things that affect the overall situation, they can change some minor details."

As she spoke, the corners of her mouth lifted a little, a trace of cunning in her eyes. "But, I have returned. My divine trial will be decided by me."

Lin Feng's heart was slightly at ease, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

"You decide for yourself? Can you become a god in one day?"

Qian Renxue rolled her eyes at Lin Feng and said with annoyance, "Why don't you become a God-King in one day? I am now level 68. When I start the divine trial, I will use a spiritual imprint to take down the 'consciousness' of the divine trial, and the divine trial will be completely under my control."

"Although I still have to go through nine trials to become a god, the difficulty and content of the trials, I can appropriately adjust them myself to ensure that every step has a substantial help for my growth, instead of being a meaningless consumption."

"The total amount of divine power left is fixed, and the rewards for the divine trial are also fixed. I, who possess the memory of a first-level god, have no need to waste too much time on the divine trial. By my estimation, within 5 years, I can become a god."

"Does this count as cheating?" Lin Feng laughed in spite of himself.

"Hmph hmph," Qian Renxue smiled with satisfaction. "The chief examiner is the candidate. How can that be considered cheating?"

Lin Feng shook his head, a helpless yet doting smile on the corner of his mouth.

Qian Renxue's phoenix eyes suddenly narrowed slightly. She whispered in Lin Feng's ear, "Among the divine skills I just learned, there's one that uses the Angel Chains. Want to give it a try?"