Douluo Continent: The Ten Kings of Hell, I am the Emperor of the Underworld

Chapter 101 The Sixth Trial of the Gods is Completed; Drink This Bowl of Meng Po Soup

[The sixth test of the Underworld Emperor: The search for the Flower of Three Lifetimes has been completed.]

[Divine Test Reward 1: Soul Power Level Increased by Three Levels]

[Divine Test Reward 2: Increase the age of all Soul Rings by 30,000 years]

[Divine Trial Reward Three: A Soul Bone - Left Leg Bone]

[Divine Test Reward Four: One Divine Soul Ring]

The underworld, at the end of the River of Oblivion.

After nearly a year of cultivation, Ning Qiuyang has connected the power of the three lifetimes, forming a cycle, and has completely completed the sixth divine test of the Yin Emperor.

At the same time, his soul power also broke through to level seventy.

"Phew, I've finally finished the sixth divine test."

"Receive the soul bone."

The reward is still given in the same order: first wash your soul bone, then absorb the soul ring.

Another day passed, and on the River of Oblivion, a figure flew through the air, looking down at the long river below.

Flight is an ability that comes with this divinely bestowed left leg bone.

Although flying cannot match Ning Qiuyang's spatial soul skill speed, the feeling of soaring through the nine heavens is definitely better than traveling by spatial soul skill.

"How much further? Help!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from below.

Ning Qiuyang looked down and saw a lone boat going upstream.

"Good heavens, Dugu Yan still hasn't returned to the Bridge of Helplessness?"

Ning Qiuyang felt great sympathy for Dugu Yan; rowing for almost a year must have been incredibly difficult.

"Sister Dugu, how have you been?"

Ning Qiuyang flew down from the sky and landed on Dugu Yan's boat.

"Ning Qiuyang." Dugu Yan gritted her teeth and looked at Ning Qiuyang.

"It's all your fault for making me take you to the end of the River of Oblivion, which is why I'm still rowing a boat now."

"That's exactly what I was going to ask you," Ning Qiuyang said, puzzled. "According to my estimate, you should only need a little over two months to return to the Bridge of Helplessness. Why are you still rowing here?"

"And you still dare to say that," Dugu Yan retorted with a bitter face.
“I left the underworld several times. I made sure the boat was docked properly, but every time I came back, the ferry had drifted downstream, and I had to start all over again. It was torture.”

Dugu Yan kept complaining.

His divine trials were conducted simultaneously; besides mastering this awning boat, there were other divine trials that required her to return to the mortal realm.

"I can see that your rowing skills are already very proficient. Although you've had to go through several trips, you've learned a lot."

"Thank you for your comfort," Dugu Yan said speechlessly.

Ning Qiuyang said, "Do you want me to lend you a hand?"

"No, please don't." Dugu Yan quickly refused.

"I'm almost at the finish line, so I won't trouble you any further."

On the Naihe Bridge.

A large vat appeared on the empty stone bridge, and next to it, Ning Rongrong, who was much smaller than the vat, was stirring it with a long spoon.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a small boat approaching from downstream.

"Oh, you two heartless bastards, it took you so long to come back," Ning Rongrong pouted.

She vigorously stirred the Meng Po soup in the large vat.

"If Dugu Yan had been able to abduct Brother Qiuyang for so long, the child would already be born by now."

Although Ning Rongrong left a few times, her departures did not coincide with those of Dugu Yan, and the two did not meet in the outside world.

She still thought Dugu Yan was with Ning Qiuyang all along, completely unaware of Dugu Yan's unfortunate and difficult experiences.

"Rongrong, I've missed you so much."

Standing at the bow of the boat, Dugu Yan shouted from the bottom of her heart.

"Miss me?" Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth.

"Are you trying to annoy me? You've had Qiu Yang all to yourself for so long, you must be very proud of yourself, right?"

She shouted at the two people on the boat:

"You've come back just in time. I've made some soup, just waiting for you to come back and drink it."

Ning Rongrong scooped up a full spoonful of Meng Po soup with a long spoon, and the pungent smell made Dugu Yan feel dizzy.

"Ning Rongrong, is this soup? It's clearly poison!"

The joy of the sisters' reunion was short-lived.

"Of course it's soup! What else could Meng Po soup be but soup? Porridge?" Ning Rongrong said matter-of-factly. Ning Qiuyang glanced into the large vat; the thick Meng Po soup had an eerie purplish-red hue, and it did indeed look like a vat of poisonous porridge.

"You need to practice your soup-making skills more, otherwise the souls that cross the Bridge of Helplessness will not be able to be reincarnated and will be completely destroyed."

Ning Rongrong blushed and said:

"That's an exaggeration. I don't believe my Meng Po soup is that powerful. How about I serve you a bowl and you try it?"

"Goodbye." Even if it were the perfect Meng Po soup, he wouldn't even try it, let alone this half-finished product.

"By the way," Ning Qiuyang suddenly asked:

Have you tried it yourself?

Ning Rongrong shook her head repeatedly.

"I'm not crazy, why would I drink this kind of stuff?"

Ning Qiuyang: ...

Wow, so you yourself didn't dare to try it.

"Believe me, if you don't even dare to try brewing your own soup, then successfully brewing Meng Po soup is definitely a long way off."

"Ah? What should we do?"

Ning Rongrong was getting a little anxious.

She has brewed the Meng Po soup countless times, but so far, she has never succeeded.

Could it really be, as Brother Qiuyang said, that it's because I haven't tasted it myself?

"As long as you dare to taste the Meng Po soup you brew yourself, you will be able to improve your soup-brewing skills rapidly and soon be able to successfully brew the real Meng Po soup."

"Really?" Ning Rongrong hesitated.

It wasn't that she was timid, but rather that she had absolutely no confidence in the soup she had made. It had completely transcended the realm of culinary disaster; it was an absolute masterpiece.

"Would I lie to you? Although you haven't completely completed the divine test, the Meng Po soup you brewed yourself has no effect on you, so you can drink it without worry."

"OK then."

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and made up her mind.

In order to successfully brew the Meng Po soup and to pass the divine test, I'll just have to drink it.

Ning Rongrong covered her nose and scooped some "Meng Po porridge" from the large vat into a wooden bowl.

She mentally prepared herself several times, but still didn't dare to try.

Just the smell made her want to vomit.

Just as she was hesitating, Dugu Yan provided a helpful assist.

"Rongrong, my exam is going very well, and I'm definitely far ahead of you now."

"what?"

Ning Rongrong couldn't stand seeing Dugu Yan so arrogant. She steeled herself, pinched her nose, tilted her head back, and poured the Meng Po soup from the bowl into her mouth.

"Ugh~"

As soon as the Meng Po soup entered her mouth, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but spit it out.

She vomited so badly that tears and snot streamed down her face, and she almost threw up her stomach.

Dugu Yan quickly patted Ning Rongrong's back.

"Rongrong, are you alright? Is the Meng Po soup really that bad?"

It took Ning Rongrong a long time to manage to speak.

"It's not just bad, it's insanely bad. I suspect someone put poisonous feces in my soup, otherwise how could it taste so awful?"

Dugu Yan: ...

This description is excellent and powerful.

Where is Brother Qiuyang?

Ning Rongrong looked around, hoping Ning Qiuyang could come up with another solution, as the soup was truly hard to swallow.

"He just left, didn't you see?"

Ning Rongrong: I was so focused on throwing up that I couldn't even open my eyes, how could I see anything?

"Next time I must make a real Meng Po soup, otherwise I'll drink the whole pot myself," Ning Rongrong vowed.

Dugu Yan: "You really are a ruthless person."

However, with this determination, she felt that Ning Rongrong would definitely be able to brew a qualified Meng Po soup, otherwise she was afraid she would vomit to death.

……

Ning Qiuyang, who was returning to the mortal realm, said: "You little rascal, always trying to trick me into drinking Meng Po soup, you should try it yourself first."

(End of this chapter)