Douluo: Qian Xunji's Joyful Life

Chapter 21 Re-election Conference of the Seven Great Clans

In the Star Dou Great Forest, at the Lake of Life.

"Ah—!"

A shrill cry, enough to make the entire Star Dou Great Forest tremble, came from the Sky Azure Bull Python. A dazzling red glow abruptly spread from the center of its brow, transforming into a ring of red light that instantly expanded outward. Wherever the red glow passed, land and sky alike were dyed blood-red.

"Farewell, Sister Xiao Wu, Aunt Rou, Er Ming..." the Sky Azure Bull Python murmured as it slowly closed its eyes. Its entire body was enveloped in a blood-red pillar of light that pierced the clouds, descending onto Qian Xunji. The magnetic field generated by the hundred-thousand-year soul beast's sacrifice pushed Guangling Douluo and Lion Douluo back dozens of meters.

Lion Douluo and Guangling Douluo stared in frustration at the backs of the Titan Giant Ape and the two hundred-thousand-year Soft-Boned Rabbits fading into the distance. If not for Qian Xunji letting them go, they could have harvested three more hundred-thousand-year soul bones. With them and Qian Xunji together, they definitely could have killed those hundred-thousand-year beasts. Each of them would have gotten a soul bone. But Qian Xunji set them free.

Quietly, eight soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—emerged around Qian Xunji. Arranged in orderly sequence, they encircled him. Meanwhile, the surging blood-red radiance gradually fused into his torso and into those eight rings. Finally, Qian Xunji's torso lit up with a brilliant scarlet glow. A blood-red soul ring of over a hundred meters in diameter slowly appeared outside the previous eight rings, pulsating up and down around his body.

Qian Xunji fully fused with that hundred-thousand-year soul ring and also obtained a hundred-thousand-year torso bone. Among the six types of soul bones, the torso bone was the most prized. The Sky Azure Bull Python truly had some knowledge, knowing how best to appease Qian Xunji and secure his promise not to hunt down A Rou, Xiao Wu, or Er Ming.

Would Qian Xunji keep his promise? Naturally—he no longer needed more soul rings. Had it not been to maximize his gain, there would have been no reason to make a deal with a soul beast in the first place. Did they think everyone was a Qian Daoliu?

Agreements of this sort were no different from a contract—only valid if both parties had equal strength. In this world of survival of the fittest, they could be torn up at any time.

With a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, a hundred-thousand-year soul bone, plus the enormous soul power within the Sky Azure Bull Python, Qian Xunji's cultivation smoothly broke through to rank 93.

"Congratulations, Your Holiness!" they both said.

Lion Douluo and Guangling Douluo swallowed their resentment and cupped their hands toward Qian Xunji.

Qian Xunji said, "Fourth Consecration, Fifth Consecration, I know you both feel dissatisfied that I let those three hundred-thousand-year beasts escape, letting three hundred-thousand-year soul bones slip away. But have you considered that what I did was precisely for the sake of our future descendants?"

Lion Douluo and Guangling Douluo frowned slightly. Indeed, they wanted those soul bones for their children and grandchildren.

Qian Xunji continued, "A hundred-thousand-year soul ring and soul bone offer a huge boost in personal power. A soul bone can be passed down, so from a clan's perspective, a hundred-thousand-year soul bone is even more precious. However, for an individual, the hundred-thousand-year soul ring is of greater value because it greatly enhances the martial soul's growth.

"You two have reached this level, so you must know that after rank 95, accumulating more soul power is not the main issue. What matters most is your understanding of your martial soul—developing its potential, you could say evolving the martial soul. A hundred-thousand-year soul ring's energy significantly fosters that process.

"Suppose one day your descendants awaken with innate full soul power. With the same drive as the Second Consecration, if their ninth ring could be a hundred-thousand-year ring, then they could have a chance—like Tang Chen—to approach rank 99, or even step onto the path of becoming a god.

"If everyone acted like us—upon seeing a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, kill it just for the bone—wouldn't future geniuses lack any hundred-thousand-year soul rings? We'd be unworthy to be their ancestors."

Lion Douluo and Guangling Douluo stood there, dumbfounded. They didn't even know whether they could break through rank 97, while Qian Xunji was already thinking about future generations, and even about a path to godhood for them? It felt overly ambitious.

"A soul master should at least have some ideals. In this world, anyone can be the protagonist, right? Just like the Angel God. Who's to say our descendants won't have that chance?"

Qian Xunji sighed. "My own talent offers no possibility of godhood, so I must leave it to the next generation to fulfill. If, by chance, your descendants have the aptitude to become gods, I hope that by then, Fourth Consecration and Fifth Consecration will look after my Qian Clan."

Hearing this, Lion Douluo and Guangling Douluo were both flattered. They served the Wuhun Hall, worshipping the Angel God and honoring the angelic lineage. Now Qian Xunji himself was telling them that if their offspring became gods, they should protect the Angel Clan in turn. How could they not be astonished?

"Your Holiness overpraises us. Your foresight and broad vision are truly unmatched. We're older and higher in cultivation, but we're the ones who were shortsighted. We're quite ashamed."

Qian Xunji bowed in return. "Fourth Consecration, Fifth Consecration, you flatter me. You're vital pillars upholding the Wuhun Hall. The fact that you would heed my excessive requests even at your level is my greatest honor."

With that, Qian Xunji, Lion Douluo, and Guangling Douluo returned to the Wuhun Hall.

After this event, Qian Xunji's plan—devising a strategy to vanquish three hundred-thousand-year beasts with lesser strength, and his far-reaching perspective—had won Lion Douluo and Guangling Douluo's genuine admiration.

When they arrived at the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu was delighted to hear their unstinting praise of Qian Xunji. He felt both puzzled and gratified. Clearly, during these five years of seclusion, Qian Xunji's temperament had finally matured.

Back in the Pope's Palace, Qian Xunji spent three days consolidating his cultivation. Then he issued another decree: in three months, there would be a "Re-election Conference of the Seven Great Clans," to reestablish the ranking of the Seven Great Clans.

His experience fighting in the Star Dou Great Forest had solidified Qian Xunji's belief that the soul masters of Douluo were terribly lacking in tactical prowess—just brute force. The so-called cunning or adaptive strategies were basically meaningless.

Soul masters relied on their soul skills in battle, usually keeping their abilities secret to avoid being targeted. But as soon as a skill was activated, its ring lit up, so there was hardly any point. In reality, Douluo's battles were just about raw power—whoever had higher soul power and older rings won, plain and simple. A single-celled brawl of seeing who could punch harder.

While fighting, Douluo's soul masters were too busy focusing on which soul skill they were about to use to bother with anything else.

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