Douluo: Qian Daoliu has had a crush on me for a long time

Chapter 34 Light Ling Douluo
Before Wang Peng started to move, he felt a powerful pressure.

Nine soul rings emerged from Qian Daoliu's body. The first eight were all black, and the last one was red.

Eight ten thousand year spirit rings, one hundred thousand year spirit ring? (Not in the original novel, based on Bo Saixi's reference, this is my own creation.)
Not to mention seeing it, even they had never heard of it. Not only Wang Peng, but Ye Jingqiu also widened her eyes. Although she knew that Qian Daoliu was a level 99 peerless Douluo, this was the first time she saw Qian Daoliu release a spirit ring.

How is it possible? How could the first soul ring be a ten thousand year soul ring? How is it possible?

At this moment, two pairs of golden wings appeared behind Qian Daoliu, and his entire body was wrapped in gold. The gorgeous golden light bloomed behind him, like a god.

Qian Daoliu looked up at Wang Peng. There was a golden light in his golden eyes. It was obviously a very pure power, but Wang Peng felt full of fear at this moment.

His body was shaking violently, and a fishy smell suddenly filled the training ground.

At one glance, blood began to flow from Wang Peng's eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. "Seraphim, you are the Great Priest Qian Daoliu—"

Wang Peng was very regretful at this moment. The person in front of him was actually the chief priest of the Spirit Hall, a legendary figure. If he had known this, he should not have had such thoughts.

Qian Daoliu is not a good person——

Wang Peng's consciousness did not last long. Gradually, his consciousness began to fade, and he fell heavily to the ground from the air. In just half a second, he was silent.

At the moment Wang Peng died, Qian Daoliu retracted his martial soul and looked at Wang Peng with a cold expression.

"I told him long ago that he couldn't use his fifth spirit ring. This is his punishment."

Ye Jingqiu's hands trembled slightly. This was the second time in all these years that she saw a soul master die in front of her. The death of Shuang Youyou many years ago once again appeared in her mind.

Qian Daoliu turned his head and his gaze fell on Ye Jingqiu. He didn't seem surprised by her fear at this moment.

"What I want to teach you today is that you must never show mercy to your enemies. Weeds burn, but spring breezes bring new growth. Just now, he underestimated me, and that's why he was no match for you."

"After all, he is the Soul King. If a real fight breaks out, you are no match for him. Today I will help you, but this is the first and last time. From now on, you will have to rely on yourself."

After saying that, Qian Daoliu slowly walked to the chair and sat down. He said lightly, "Run a hundred laps."

Ye Jingqiu lowered his head, avoiding Qian Daoliu's sight, and began to run around the training ground.

She didn't dare to look at Wang Peng's body on the ground. The air was filled with a bloody smell.

Ye Jingqiu knew that what Qian Daoliu said made sense, but she was only thirteen years old now. Although she was a soul master, she was still a little girl studying in the academy. Watching a living life die in front of her eyes, her ability to bear it was limited.

The scene just now lingered in her mind, and it overlapped with the last appearance of Shuang Youyou seven years ago and appeared in her mind.

Ye Jingqiu's face became paler and paler, and her steps became faster and faster. At this moment, she just wanted to leave the training ground as soon as possible.

ninety.

Ninety-six.

Ninety-nine.

one hundred.

Ye Jingqiu stopped in front of Qian Daoliu and said, "Great Lord, the hundredth lap is up."

Qian Daoliu's gaze fell on her face. She was wearing black clothes today, which made her look even fairer and more delicate.

Qian Daoliu rubbed his fingers and said, "Go back and think carefully about what I said today. As the next Pope of the Spirit Hall, you must not be soft-hearted."

"Soul Master, it's not as simple as you think. If he doesn't die today, you will be the one to die. They are professional killers, and countless people have died at their hands. I don't want them to be able to walk out of the Worship Hall safely in two years. Do you understand?" Ye Jingqiu lowered his head, his lips a little pale. "I understand, Great Worshiper."

"Let's go back."

"Yes."

There were stars twinkling outside the window, and Ye Jingqiu tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

If she ever becomes Pope, will her hands be stained with blood?

Wang Peng deserves to die, but what about the pair of right ones?

They were obviously about the same age. She enrolled in the Spirit Hall Academy and thought a new life was about to begin, but then she died. It was obvious that she was about to become a great soul master.

How wonderful it would be if one day, soul masters, commoners, and nobles could coexist peacefully.

At this moment, Ye Jingqiu seemed to suddenly understand the significance of her becoming the Pope. Once she ascended to the throne, she would definitely treat these two things equally.

……

Three months passed quickly.

Summer passed quickly. It had been raining for the past few days and it was a bit cold, so Ye Jingqiu put on long-sleeved shirts and long pants.

Today is the day she returns to the Pope's Palace, and Chunshui and Guangling Douluo are with her.

When he saw Guangling Douluo, Ye Jingqiu widened his eyes in surprise. A Titled Douluo should be quite old, but he looked only about eighteen or nineteen years old.

Guangling Douluo broke Ye Jingqiu's inherent impression of Titled Douluo.

Guang Ling folded his hands over his chest, leaning against the door, watching Chunshui circling around to pack up his things.

"I'm just going to the Pope's Palace. Are you guys moving?" He turned to look at Ye Jingqiu, "Hey, Saint, I heard you're level 40?"

Ye Jingqiu stopped what he was doing and looked at the handsome Guang Ling with silver hair. He nodded slightly and said, "That's right, but I haven't absorbed the fourth soul ring yet."

Guang Ling looked her up and down and said, "Okay, call me when you go to the Xingdou Great Forest. I will help you hunt soul beasts."

Ye Jingqiu was stunned. When he turned around, he met Guang Ling's playful eyes. "Thank you, Guang Ling Douluo."

Guang Ling waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Just call me Guang Ling. I'm different from those old guys." There was a smile in his eyes.

Ye Jingqiu really wanted to cover her ears now. She didn't dare to listen to what Guang Ling said. He had several great priests, all of whom were powerful Titled Douluo-level masters. She couldn't afford to offend any of them.

Guang Ling bent down and whispered, "Saint, please don't treat me as an old man."

Ye Jingqiu nodded heavily, "Then don't call me Saint Maiden anymore. Just call me Qiuqiu. Oh, my name is Ye Jingqiu."

"Okay, Qiuqiu—" Guang Ling's voice was low, but she could sense that he meant no harm. "By the way, Juhua Pass should be in the Pope's Palace, right?"

"Chrysanthemum Pass?" Ye Jingqiu was stunned. She narrowed her eyes. Could it be that Guang Ling was talking about Ju Douluo Yue Pass?

Guang Ling seemed to have guessed what Ye Jingqiu was thinking. "Yes, I'm talking about Elder Ju. You don't know him, right? His nickname is Juhuaguan."

(End of this chapter)