People in Douluo: Becoming a God through Simulation Panel

Chapter 124: Second on the Tianjiao List, Unique in the Ages

"Your subordinate Xue Er greets the Grand Priest."

In the Tiandou Palace, Emperor Qinghe now knelt on one knee with an extremely respectful attitude, and the person in front of him was Qian Daoliu, whom Wang Qi had just used as a punching bag.

"Where's Xue'er?"

"Replying to the great priest, the young master is practicing in the secret room. Now the young master's cultivation has broken through to..."

"Okay, go take care of government affairs first. I'll wait for Xue'er to come out of isolation."

Qian Daoliu did not pay too much attention to Emperor Qinghe. He gave him a casual instruction and then sat aside to meditate and practice.

Of course, Qian Daoliu was happy to know that Qian Renxue was not slacking off in her practice. Although he had been secretly cursing Wang Qi for being unethical, there was one thing that even Qian Daoliu had to admit, that Wang Qi was a real monster.

At the age of eighteen, with the cultivation level of seventy-level Quasi-Soul Saint, Qian Daoliu didn't know why Wang Qi didn't obtain the seventh soul ring.

Logically speaking, with the resources Wang Qi can mobilize now, there is no need to waste time on this. Regardless of his current status as the Worshiper of the Temple or Qian Daoliu's promise, Wang Qi can absorb a hundred thousand year soul ring in his seventh soul ring.

Was it because he was afraid? Was he afraid that the Spirit Hall was afraid of his talent? No, if Wang Qi was afraid of this, he would not have told Qian Daoliu the secret that the second spirit ring could increase the age of the spirit ring, and he would not have taken the initiative to expose the spirit ring configuration that was comparable to a monster.

One yellow, one red, one purple, two black and one red. What kind of soul ring configuration is this? It's outrageous.

This is getting off topic, so it is very likely that Wang Qi had his own considerations for not obtaining the seventh soul ring.

"But then again, that kid has now absorbed at least one hundred thousand year old spirit bone. Wow, what a great opportunity."

"Think about it, even though I am a great priest of the Spirit Hall, I am not so extravagant as to absorb a hundred thousand year spirit bone at the Spirit Saint stage."

The Spirit Hall has an angel suit, in which each soul bone has a lifespan of ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years. After absorbing the soul bones in the angel suit, the angel suit will undergo a transformation and advance to one hundred thousand years.

Even if he finally becomes a god, this angel suit can be upgraded to divine suit for his use. It is also said that this angel suit is the key to becoming a god.

It can be said that this is one of the core assets of the Spirit Hall's angel lineage. A full set of one hundred thousand year soul bones. With this set of soul bones, even a Soul Sage has the strength to compete with a Titled Douluo.

Of course, this does not mean that the Angel Set must be worshipped. In fact, every generation of Angel Douluo, including Qianxunji, will try to absorb the soul bone that matches it when the martial soul awakens after breaking through to the Titled Douluo.

Later, when you participate in the Angel God Test, the soul bones that originally absorbed the Angel Suit will be peeled off in the last level.

After being nurtured by countless generations of Angel Douluo, the power that this angel suit can unleash is beyond the imagination of even Qian Daoliu.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the bookshelf next to it, and a familiar soul power fluctuation came from behind the bookshelf, and the bookshelf opened to both sides like a sliding door.

"Thank you for your hard work. Prepare the catalog and the memorials that have not been reviewed yet." Before seeing the figure, a voice was heard first, and the footsteps came from far away. Xue Qinghe, who was wearing the same clothes and looked exactly like the one on the throne, walked out of the secret room.

"Grandpa? Why are you here?"

Hearing the familiar tone, Qian Daoliu's calm face suddenly changed into a new look, with emotions such as kindness and doting appearing on Qian Daoliu's face.

With a flash of light, Qian Renxue, who had regained her true form, ran towards Qian Daoliu excitedly, like a wanderer who suddenly saw his relatives.

"Hahaha, Xiaoxue'er, do you miss grandpa? Not bad, not bad, you're already level 75. It seems you haven't neglected your training in the past two years."

"Well, I have been practicing harder in recent years. Xue Er, you go down first. I will sit with Grandpa for a while."

Qian Renxue waved to Xue Er who was sitting on the throne, and after signaling him to go down, she began to share with Qian Daoliu what she had seen and heard recently.

Watching the sun set and the moon rise, feeling the increasingly relaxed bodies and emotions of the people around him, and looking at the 'little girl' leaning on his shoulder whose breathing became more and more steady, Qian Daoliu suddenly became confused at this moment.

Was everything we have done over the years right or wrong?
"Xue'er, you don't need to be so tired in your life."

In a trance, Qian Daoliu seemed to have returned to the worship hall, looking at the little girl who bit her lips and wanted to cry but had to hold back and said, "I can definitely prove my ability," watching her quarrel with Bibi Dong over some trivial matters again, listening to little Qian Renxue's complaints, feeling happy, sad, and upset.

Everything has disappeared, replaced by the mature, expressionless 'emperor'.

Qian Daoliu stroked the strands of hair on Qian Renxue's forehead and watched her occasionally murmur in her sleep. He suddenly felt that sharing Wang Qi's so-called talent with Qian Renxue, the issue of strength didn't seem so important at this moment.

"Sleep well, Grandpa. I'm always here."

The moon was high in the sky. In the lake outside Tiandou City, Wang Qi was still sitting cross-legged on a metal pillar with his eyes closed, meditating.

This meditation was not a form of cultivation, but a simple way of quieting the mind. Wang Qi seemed to have forgotten everything that had happened during the day. He sat calmly and peacefully under the moonlight, emptying his mind.

At the same time, in a small village about a hundred kilometers away from Wuhun City, a man with his upper body naked was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the courtyard. On his legs was a two-meter-long stick that seemed to seal a coiled dragon. He closed his eyes and concentrated.

"Yifeng, your heart is in turmoil."

"Third Grandpa, my heart is not confused."

"Are you worried about losing to that Wang Qi?"

Qiangu Yifeng, who was ranked second on the Tianjiao list, did not refute this. However, the surging soul power indicated that Qiangu Yifeng's heart was not as calm as he said at the moment.

"Hey, idiot, you are only one step away from becoming a Soul Emperor. It is a foregone conclusion that you will become a Soul Emperor when the Soul Master Competition begins. Your heart..."

"Third Grandfather, can we achieve Wang Qi's level by breaking through the Soul Emperor?"

The old man who was called Third Grandpa certainly understood what Wang Qi’s situation was like as described by Qiangu Yifeng.

Ranked second on the Tianjiao List, he is the strongest genius of this generation among the ancient family of the Wuhun Hall. Before the Tianjiao List appeared, he only had one opponent in his eyes, and that was Qian Renxue, who was also from the Worship Hall and of the angel lineage.

With the appearance of the Tianjiao List, Qiangu Yifeng instantly discovered many interesting people.

So Qiangu Yifeng began to shift his attention and set his new target on Wang Qi, who was at the top of the list, hoping to defeat Wang Qi and prove himself, and then chase Qian Renxue again.

The Qiangu Aristocratic Family is a family that admires the strong. They do not seek fame or profit, but only seek to strengthen themselves and challenge the stronger.

But after the detailed inside story of Wang Qi's fighting spirit competition with Zhilin Education Committee was passed on to Qiangu Yifeng, Qiangu Yifeng suddenly felt a kind of pressure as he did when facing Qian Renxue. No, the pressure was even stronger than when facing Qian Renxue.

Even though Qiangu Yifeng had never met Wang Qi, let alone had any contact with Wang Qi, the pressure brought by Wang Qi was really on Qiangu Yifeng.

This feeling made Qiangu Yifeng gradually become obsessed with it. He used the intelligence he had collected to simulate the battle between him and Wang Qi in his mind.

But the result was always the same, defeat. "Third Grandfather, without the help of your martial spirit, using only your physical body and soul power, could you face off against a Soul Douluo-level warrior when you were a Soul Emperor or even a Soul Saint?"

Silence, expected silence.

"I can't do it. With my current cultivation, without the help of martial souls and soul skills, even if I absorb a soul bone now, I can only deal with a soul master and some ordinary soul lords. I can't cross levels."

"The fusion of soul power and mental power? Third Grandpa, can the fusion of soul power and mental power really burst out a destructive force that exceeds its own?"

"Maybe this is a monster, Third Grandpa. Two monsters have appeared in this era."

"If I don't work hard, I'm afraid I won't even be able to see the monster's back."

Qiangu Yifeng took the Panlong Stick into his body and condensed it again, but this time he did not condense it on his legs, but held one end with one hand.

As Qiangu Yifeng gradually closed his eyes, the five soul rings under his body, two yellow, two purple and one black, gradually dimmed.

At the same time, the Panlong Stick was gradually covered by a red soul power, which was constantly steaming like a flame.

The soul power 'flame' began to dim as Qiangu Yifeng's heart became calm. Finally, after Qiangu Yifeng's heart was completely calm, the Panlong stick he was holding in one hand seemed to be wrong. The eyes of the Panlong relief on the Panlong stick flashed red.

It was as if he had come alive.

"This is... Good boy, Yifeng, you are great."

Third Grandpa's eyes lit up. If he wasn't afraid of ruining Qiangu Yifeng's rare state at this moment, he would probably have jumped up with excitement.

The Panlong Stick martial soul is a combination of beast and weapon. When one’s cultivation reaches the level of Soul Saint, the martial soul will have two forms of true body.

The true form of the Panlong Stick's martial soul is said to be sealed in the Panlong Stick. The true form of the evil dragon's martial soul is an integration of the weapon martial soul and the beast martial soul. A soul master who possesses this kind of martial soul will possess all kinds of incredible powers in the Soul Saint stage.

Nothing is absolute. The evil dragon in the Coiled Dragon Stick can be activated not only at the Soul Sage stage. Some gifted people can also activate this ability before they reach the Soul Sage stage and possess a martial soul avatar.

At this time, the awakened soul master will burst out with terrifying power.

The beast spirit possesses the spirit, and fights with the weapon spirit. The two sets of spirit rings are comparable to twin spirits, but two spirits can be used at the same time. This ability has almost no flaws except that the soul power consumption is exaggerated.

When Qiangu Yifeng's third grandfather saw the vitality in the eyes of the dragon head on the Panlong stick, he immediately thought of this step.

"Great! No, we have to tell the eldest and second oldest. If we calculate the time, these two guys will be back soon. I wonder what kind of expression they will show when they find out that Yifeng has awakened early."

While I was feeling happy, my third uncle's worries came immediately.

The Panlong Stick seals the evil dragon. When a Soul Saint has awakened his martial soul, his true body has already matured and awakened ahead of time, so his martial soul is strong but his true body is weak.

So the moment Qiangu Yifeng's soul power broke through to level 60, Qiangu Yifeng looked at the only living person in the yard with a pair of evil red eyes.

The Panlong stick was thrown towards the third grandfather like an expression (the third grandfather’s name was Qiangu Yifang).

"You little bastard, you have so much energy and nowhere to vent it, right? Today is a good day, and since you have nothing to do, your Third Grandfather will play with you."

Qiangu Yifang thought to himself that it was a good opportunity, the corner of his mouth was harder to suppress than AK, he released his martial spirit, two yellow, two purple and four black under his body, the pressure that only belongs to a Soul Douluo level strong man poured out.

As we all know, the ancient aristocratic families prefer and are good at fighting.

He swung the Panlong Stick casually and was about to pick up the Panlong Stick like a javelin. In an instant, the Panlong soul turned into soul power and dissipated in the air.

Qiangu Yifeng condensed the Panlong Stick again and rushed towards Qiangu. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the third soul ring under Qiangu Yifeng's feet seemed to flash twice, but the second flash was like a light bulb with a leak, not so obvious.

The Panlong Stick became thick and smashed down on his head. Qiangu Yifeng united his waist and horse, and swung the Panlong Stick in his hand with great force. He was ready to use the Immortal Pointing the Way to block Qiangu Yifeng's attack, but unexpectedly the Panlong Stick, which had become thick, shrank in an instant.

A dragon claw formed by soul power attacked directly in the face.

"Well come."

Unable to contain his excitement any longer, Qiangu Yifang shouted loudly and swung the Panlong Stick to meet the enemy head on.

Qiangu Yifang's stick techniques are upright, with large openings and closings. Each strike seems to have a force of a thousand pounds, capable of splitting mountains and splitting rocks.

Qiangu Yifeng's stick skills are a bit weird, sometimes they are fair and honest, sometimes they appear and disappear mysteriously. At the same time, his body movements are magical, and the palm strikes that switch back and forth are even more difficult to defend against.

The commotion here alarmed other people in the village.

As the first person discovered the change in Qiangu Yifeng and shouted out, the courtyard was gradually surrounded by members of the Qiangu clan.

“Tsk tsk tsk, the third brother is really shameless. He doesn’t have the talent but he doesn’t let others awaken in advance. Counterattack? If this interrupts Yifeng’s state, it’s uncertain whether he can enter next time.”

"Get out! Which eye of yours saw me attacking Yifeng?" Qiangu Yifang silently changed from attack to defense, and his strength was much lighter.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, if it were me, I would just throw in the towel right now. What's the point of just defending? Isn't hitting a wooden stake, a stone, or an iron hammer better than this? This is what a senior does, tsk, tsk, tsk."

Targeted rebuttal, silently offering a move.

As the opinions around him gradually changed from normal to outrageous, Qiangu Yifeng became more and more frustrated. His already well-developed stick skills, under the influence of everyone and while he was worried about Qiangu Yifeng, turned into a mess.

"Uncle San, what are you hitting? How can you do it like this? Come on, let me do it."

A strong man was delighted to see the prey, so he condensed a Panlong stick and challenged Qiangu Yifeng and Yifang, and joined the battle.

The others' hands were itching as well. Some clansmen whose soul power exceeded that of Soul Saints gathered their Panlong Sticks and joined the battle. As for the other clansmen below the level of Soul Saints, they also started fighting nearby out of itchiness.

Feeling the breath of several evil dragons around him, Qiangu Yifeng's movements began to change. The red light in his eyes gradually weakened during the battle, but it was still full of evil.

Finally, when the sun rose again and Qiangu Yifeng's soul power was drained, Qiangu Yifeng's eyes became clear again.

Before he had time to think about it, the clarity in Qiangu Yifeng's eyes was replaced by confusion. When he was about to ask the reason, his eyes went dark and he fell to the ground and fell asleep.

At this time, the others also stopped fighting. Qiangu Yifeng pushed through the crowd and put his calloused hands on Yifeng's shoulders, transmitting his soul power to check Qiangu Yifeng's condition.

"It's done!"

(End of this chapter)