Douluo: From Rusted Spear to Emperor-Slaying Spear

Chapter 65 Qian Daoliu's Further Observation

A tall blond man stood with his back to the blood-piercing statue. Under the divine light of the angel statue, his back looked even more majestic.

"Greetings to the great worshiper!"

Cixue looked at the number one man in the continent in front of him—Qian Daoliu—and knelt on one knee with great piety.

Qian Daoliu turned around, his golden eyes staring at the blood-piercing scene below, calm yet with an infinite majesty.
"Get up, but what happened to Xiaoxue in Tiandou?"

"Great Priest, the Young Master is doing well, but there is one thing that puzzles her. This is the Young Master's request to that person."

Cixue respectfully took out the golden envelope and handed it to Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu opened it and was very happy at first, but after seeing the official content below,
"Grandpa, Ji Wuming is only 14 years old, but he has already reached the Soul Sect level. His martial spirit is a blood-red spear. Could he really be the chosen one? Please investigate this person for me. I want to know everything about him since the day his martial spirit awakened."

At this moment, his brows were furrowed. A terrifying soul force from a level 99 peerless Douluo suddenly burst out. The pressure on the two Douluos present, Jiang Mo and Ci Xue, doubled, and they both knelt down.

As Cixue only had level 92 soul power, he was completely crushed to the ground by the soul pressure, and even the ground was crushed.
After ten years, Qian Daoliu felt uneasy for the first time. If this was true, combined with the previous signs of the angel statue shaking, either Ji Wuming was the chosen one of another god, or he was a fallen soul master.

Qian Daoliu frowned and ordered Jiang Mo,
"Demon Slayer, go to all the major Spirit Halls and sub-hallways on the continent and search for detailed information about Ji Wuming. As long as his spirit was awakened with the help of the Spirit Hall, his information must be recorded."

"Yes."

"Prick the blood, let's go!"

Cixue, who had finally stood up, was forcibly taken away by Qian Daoliu before he could react.

In just one hour, the two of them had traveled thousands of kilometers and arrived outside Tiandou Academy.

"Great Priest, would you like me to bring the young master over here? Your presence in Tiandou will also make the young master happy."

"No need!"

Qian Daoliu scanned the entire Tiandou Royal Academy with his extremely powerful mental power, and saw a white-haired boy who was meditating and practicing in the dormitory.
"This person already has a faint murderous aura around him, but he doesn't have the extreme evil aura of those who are corrupted. It's really remarkable that such a young man can control the murderous aura so flexibly."

After careful observation, Qian Daoliu was sure that Ji Wuming was not the fallen soul master who ran away from that place. Although he was a little happy, he still shook his head with a hint of disappointment.

There is no mark of God between Ji Wuming's eyebrows, which means that he is not the one chosen by God, or a candidate for the throne of God.

Qian Daoliu looked at Cixue and was very satisfied with him.
"Cixue, you did an excellent job this time. One day I will find two high-quality soul bones for you and She Long as a reward."

Hearing this, Cixue was particularly excited. He had not expected that this errand would bring him an unexpected reward, and it was a soul bone personally awarded by the Great Priest. You know, in the Elder Hall, the two Douluo Jue and Gui who made the greatest contribution to the Spirit Hall only got one soul bone in decades.
And he, a level 92 Titled Douluo, was able to obtain a soul bone for free just by running errands. He had to admit that his partner, She Long, was really blessed by him. "Thank you, Great Priest!"

"This is what you deserve. When you go back, tell Xiaoxue that you can observe this man for a while. If she can't tame him, you must kill him immediately."

At this moment, a murderous intent flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes. For such a talented and murderous genius, if he could not become a member of the Spirit Hall, then he would have no choice but to die.
He is just a candidate for the throne of God, not the one chosen by God. Even if he is completely wiped out, God cannot blame him.

Cixue was secretly delighted. It seemed that the chief priest didn't know that the young master had completely subdued that boy.

"My subordinate understands."

The two disappeared at the same place. At this moment, Ji Wuming, who was inside the academy, did not notice that someone was watching him. Suddenly, he was awakened by the sound of a door being pushed open.

"Brother Ji, you and I have been selected for the final list of candidates for next year's Continental Advanced Elite Soul Master Competition. This is a huge event held every five years."

"Little sister, don't be so surprised. Of course I know this, but I've had some problems with my training recently. And next year I have to go to Thunder Canyon to undergo three to four months of lightning-inducing body training. I've already discussed it with the teacher and the three members of the teaching committee in advance. I'm withdrawing from next year's Soul Master Competition."

Ji Wuming had no interest in the Soul Master Competition, which was held every five years and would be hosted by the Xingluo Empire next year. The final prizes for the Soul Master Competitions held by the two empires were nothing more than gold soul coins and titles, and occasionally some soul guides.

It is different from the next Continental Elite Soul Master Competition hosted by the Spirit Hall, which is a truly grand event. In particular, the champion prize of the Soul Master Competition is three soul bones.

Among them, the wisdom skull of fifty thousand years of spiritual concentration is a very good choice for me. If it is combined with the soul bone Thunder Dragon Fish Crown attached to my head,
One's mental strength will be improved again, but its age will still be relatively low.

The only thing that worries Ji Wuming now is whether there will be three soul bones in the Soul Master Competition six years later. After all, with himself as an uncertain factor,
If he wanted to participate in that Soul Master Competition, his current strength was still not enough. He only had one Titled Douluo to help him. If that woman Bibi Dong wanted to attack him, then he would be committing suicide if he went to Wuhun City to participate in the competition.

However, this matter is still too far away. For Ji Wuming at the moment, he can only take it one step at a time. If it really doesn't work out later, then he won't go.

When Dugu Yan heard Ji Wuming say that he would not go, she felt a little disappointed and looked at him nervously.
"Brother Ji, what went wrong with your cultivation? Do you need me to ask grandpa to come and help you? There must be nothing wrong with your body!"

"It's okay. This is just my excuse for not wanting to go. My idea is that I'm still young. Even if I don't participate in the Soul Master Competition this time, I can still go next time. Then-"

The more Ji Wuming spoke, the harder it was to suppress the smile on his face. Dugu Yan, who was standing beside him, also thought of the next soul master battle scene and couldn't help but smile.
"Brother Ji, you are so bad!"

"I'll be 20 years old in the next competition, which is the right age to participate. What's wrong with me?"

Ji Wuming stood up and stretched his body, giving Dugu Yan a slightly playful look.

(End of this chapter)