Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor

Qian Daoliu could never have imagined that the young girl who awakened her martial soul under his guidance years ago would turn out to be so twisted.

At first, her behavior was within the bounds of reason, but as time went on, it became increasingly perverse and inhumane. When Qian Daoliu learned that she had cursed his late wife while she was pregnant, he was left utterly speechless. Hearing how much more depraved she became afterward, Qian Daoliu slapped himself hard several times.

His wife's death was partly related to her. His son Qian Xunji's personality issues had connections to her. Even his granddaughter Qian Renxue almost dying was orchestrated by her. Qian Daoliu couldn't help but ask himself: "Am I blind? Could I have been so poor at judging character?"

If only he had noticed earlier—or better yet, if he had never allowed that child to awaken her martial soul—would everything have turned out differently?

Though Qian Daoliu held a position of immense respect among the worshippers, after hearing Qian Renxue recount the events, the other worshippers couldn't help but give him strange looks.

To have placed such a twisted individual in a trusted position, not only allowing her access to his wife and son but even entrusting his granddaughter to her care—this left the group of seasoned and knowledgeable worshippers unsure of how to characterize Qian Daoliu.

If it weren't for their restraint in avoiding harsh words, Qian Daoliu would have already been scolded harshly by now.

It was true that Qian Daoliu's upright and honest nature made it easier for others to deceive him. But being over a hundred years old and showing no improvement in judgment? That was entirely his failing.

Qian Daoliu gently touched Qian Renxue's short-cropped hair, tears of blood streaming from the corners of his eyes. He knelt before the statue of the Angel God, sincerely repenting.

Seeing Qian Daoliu's state, Qian Renxue felt a twinge of pity. However, given how extreme the situation was, she hesitated for a moment before deciding not to help him up. Instead, she continued recounting the events to the worshippers.

As Qian Renxue described how Chen Ming, relying on his strength alone, had reduced that madwoman to dust, the worshippers couldn't help but turn their gazes toward Chen Ming.

The childlike Guangling Douluo stepped forward and touched Chen Ming's arm, attempting to assess his bone age, only to discover that his muscle structure and bones were exceptionally firm, brimming with vitality and soul power. Even as a Title Douluo, Guangling Douluo couldn't determine Chen Ming's age through his bones.

While Guangling Douluo examined Chen Ming's arm, Golden Crocodile touched his shoulder, Lion Douluo patted his back, Azure Luan Douluo felt his head, and the two Douluos Jiang Jun and Jiang Long inspected his legs.

Feeling all these large hands on him, Chen Ming couldn't shake the feeling of uneasiness.

After a moment's thought, Chen Ming retrieved his Heaven Dou Imperial Academy student ID and tokens from Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo from his storage soul tool.

"Honored worshippers, I'm one of the Spirit Hall's own. I'm the grandson-in-law of Poison Douluo Dugu Bo. A few months ago, I also became a disciple of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo. They helped me hunt for my fourth soul ring."

"If you have any doubts about my identity, you can summon my teachers, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, to confirm."

"Oh, those two little ones—Chrysanthemum and Ghost," Golden Crocodile Douluo muttered, instinctively nodding as he examined the tokens in Chen Ming's hands. However, something quickly struck him as odd.

"Wait a moment! Renxue just mentioned that you're not even 13 years old, right? How do you already have a fourth soul ring?"

"No, no, that's still not right. Even if you have a fourth soul ring and are a Soul Ancestor, how did you defeat an 88th-level Soul Douluo?"

"Release your martial soul and let me see," Golden Crocodile Douluo demanded. With Qian Daoliu kneeling in prayer before the Angel God statue, Golden Crocodile Douluo was effectively the leader of the worshippers.

Faced with Golden Crocodile Douluo's request, Chen Ming released his martial soul. Instantly, the attributes of Ultimate Ice and Ultimate Fire erupted, followed by the overwhelming presence of poison, and finally, the life and death attributes.

Chen Ming's martial soul was unmistakably a divine-grade martial soul. As it manifested, the worshippers felt their martial souls suppressed. Those with fire-related attributes, like Lion Douluo, and those with ice-related ones, like Guangling Douluo, suffered the heaviest suppression.

Despite their immense soul power as Title Douluos, they were still far from reaching the level of ultimate attributes. Not only did Chen Ming possess attributes that matched theirs, but he also had attributes that directly countered them. Under this dual suppression, both Lion Douluo and Guangling Douluo experienced a rare sensation of tightness in their chests.

The sight of Chen Ming's soul ring configuration—one yellow, two purple, one black—left everyone silent. As members of the worship hall, their thoughts immediately turned to divine trials.

The worshippers gazed at Chen Ming with curiosity, as though inspecting an anomaly. Sensing the chaotic mix of attributes within him, the Angelic Sacred Sword floating in midair flew toward Chen Ming.

If Chen Ming's Ultimate Fire and life energy had pleased the Angelic Sacred Sword, then the remaining attributes of Ultimate Ice, poison, and death were all within the sword's sphere of aversion.

The Angelic Sacred Sword circled Chen Ming several times as if scrutinizing him before its blade trembled slightly and emitted a low hum.

Golden light radiated from the blade, entering the Angel God statue. From the statue, the power of faith was activated, condensing into a beam of light that shot from the statue's eyes, passed through Chen Ming's own eyes, and entered his spiritual sea.

Chen Ming felt it—a gentle, divine, and radiant power. Not only was it of extremely high quality, but it was also vast in quantity, far surpassing the effects of the immortal herbs he had encountered in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

This energy was unique. Chen Ming could choose to merge it into his martial soul, granting it holy and radiant attributes. Alternatively, he could break it down and absorb it as pure soul power.

After some consideration, Chen Ming opted for fusion.

The Angel God's divine and radiant attributes were far superior to ordinary ones. Their integration into his martial soul would not only enhance its quality but also bring numerous hidden benefits.

Once fused, even a casual stroll through the Spirit Hall could trigger countless instances of divine insight, resulting in immense gains.

Under everyone's watchful gaze, Chen Ming slowly sat cross-legged and began absorbing this pure gift. Even Qian Daoliu, who had been kneeling before the Angel God statue in repentance, couldn't help but stand up in astonishment.

After apologizing to the Angel God once more, Qian Daoliu approached Chen Ming, deeply intrigued by his complex yet powerful martial soul.