Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect.

Chapter 157: Martial Soul Disharmony
"It's not peaceful outside these days."

At this time, in a house in the Holy Academy of Wuhun Academy, Tailong was sitting aside, asking several students below.

Hearing Tai Long's question, the eyes of several Wuhun Academy students below were dimmed. They said, "The Continental Elite Soul Master Competition is getting closer and closer. Now the forces of each academy are like crazy. Many dark horses have suddenly appeared, and now the Elite Soul Master Rankings are in chaos. Many small teams have been swallowed up and disappeared. Now everyone is preparing for the Elite Soul Master Competition qualifiers, all wanting to compete for a place."

Tyrone couldn't help but pinch his nose. He was really not good at using his brain!

Tai Long joined the Spirit Academy more than a year ago with his young master Tang San. They had originally agreed to study together, and he would be a servant to his older brother to make a living. However, his older brother only studied in the academy for half a year, then ran off to look for ruins while studying, and then ran back to the sect. There has been no news from him since then. Can you believe it?
Fortunately, soul masters have always practiced in seclusion, so there is no attendance check at the Wuhun Academy, otherwise Tang San would have been expelled long ago!

Tai Long had reached level 40 half a year ago, so he returned to the sect to obtain the fourth soul ring and did not follow Tang San to the Tiandou Imperial City. Now Tai Long, who has reached level 41, has also been successfully promoted to the Holy Academy.

Tai Long thought he could gain a firm foothold in the Holy Academy, but because of the Continental Elite Soul Master Competition, dark horses emerged one after another. Tai Long's ranking, which was originally around 30th on the Elite Soul Master list, suddenly dropped to 87th. He was stunned.

And now it's even worse. Not only has his ranking dropped a lot, but even the small force he has built up in the academy is about to collapse and be swallowed up.

Tai Long had only recently learned that the reason the Spirit Academy allowed students to build their own power and form small groups within the academy was for the Continental Elite Spirit Master Competition. Because the Spirit Master Competition wasn't a one-on-one competition, the finals were seven-on-seven. This meant that a single, powerful individual was useless; a team with organization, coordination, and intelligence was needed.

This has led to the academy now frantically poaching and acquiring people, and starting to form its own small groups. Even as strong as the golden generation, they are small teams of three people, rather than fighting alone.

Tai Long originally had several powerful soul masters with good talents and strength, but they were all poached away, and now he is almost the only one left as a single commander.

Moreover, the Wuhun Academy ignores all external forces, so the background of the Haotian Sect is useless here.

"Ahhh! Young Sect Master, why haven't you come back yet? I can't take it anymore!"

At this time, the young master mentioned by Tailong was flirting with girls, no, he was spying on information.

Inside the Spirit Hall's clinic, a girl with glowing hands was treating the wounded. No matter if they were suffering from poisoning, near-death injuries, or finger splicing, they were all recovering visibly under the holy light.

The person who healed others for free was naturally Qian Renxue, who was called Little Freckles by Tang San.

Tang San looked at this miraculous healing ability with deep admiration, thinking: "No wonder the Angel God has so many believers from ancient times to the present. This ability will attract countless people's faith no matter where it is used."

She can fight and heal wounds, a true combat nurse.

"Okay, next one."

"No, wait a minute!" Tang San saw that Little Freckles was about to call out a number, so he quickly stopped him.

Qian Renxue, who was in disguise, looked at Tang San with puzzled eyes and asked, "Tang San, are you injured?"

Tang San had a strange expression, two parts admiration, three parts surprise and five parts speechless. He said: "You have already healed quite a few people. Can your spirit power hold up?"

Tang San has been here for quite some time now. If he continues to output soul power like this for a long time, even the Titled Douluo will become impotent.

Hearing the words of concern, Qian Renxue smiled slightly and said confidently, "It's no big deal. I have a soul bone, so my soul power reserves are quite high, and the consumption won't be significant." "Are you naive or just plain stupid?" Tang San couldn't help but tease.

He also has soul bones. Soul bones can indeed increase the soul power reserves in the soul master's body, allowing the soul master to release more soul skills, but not much more.

Seeing that Qian Renxue was still healing these civilians unconditionally and without asking for anything in return, Tang San could only watch quietly.

He came here just to see how much the soul power of his theoretically most powerful opponent had improved after not seeing him for more than half a year.

As a result, Luosha's divine pupil saw that Qian Renxue had only improved a little in the past six months. Her soul power was at level 66, and after disguise it was at level 46. In other words, Qian Renxue had only improved one level in the past six months.

For a normal Soul Emperor, advancing one level in half a year is considered fast, but considering Qian Renxue's background, this level is a bit too little, which means that Qian Renxue has been practicing steadily for most of the year, without looking for opportunities or passing the divine test to obtain the gift of the Angel God.

Tang San thought to himself, "That's right. It's impossible to pass the Divine Exam in just half a year. But isn't this girl a little too naive, or does she think I'm an idiot? With her soul power output frequency, how could she only be at level 46?"

Tang San shook his head helplessly and pretended not to know.

Qian Renxue's soul power was not exhausted until the sun went down. She slowly stood up and said with some shame, "Everyone, I'm sorry, please come earlier tomorrow."

"Ah! How could this happen?"

"My daughter has a severe fever, please save her, angel."

"My son is injured. If he doesn't get treatment, he won't be able to hunt spirit beasts tomorrow. What will happen to our family?"

Hearing the shouts of the crowd, Qian Renxue, who was already a little tired, had a look of pity in her eyes.

"Tsk, get out!"

Suddenly, the soul power surged, and Tang San grabbed the void with his hand, and the Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his hand. He swung the hammer, and a wave of soul power gushed out, pushing everyone out of the dilapidated clinic. Then he swung it again, and the wind brought up by the Clear Sky Hammer was like an invisible hand, closing the door panel. With a bang, the Clear Sky Hammer suppressed and sealed the door.

Even Tang San couldn't bear to watch this anymore. The more he watched, the angrier he became. He looked at Qian Renxue and said, "You're not trying to force yourself, are you? You can hardly stand. Save her, don't risk your life."

Hearing this, Qian Renxue knew she was being a bit reluctant. She slowly sat down and said, "Saving people is the duty of us Spirit Hall clergymen."

"How many of the tens of millions of people in Wuhun City can you save? How many of the tens of millions of people in the entire Douluo Continent can you save? Moreover, some of those people just had scratches, and some just had colds and coughs. You can ask them to go to the doctor and get some medicine. They will be fine in a few days. There is no need to waste their soul power." Tang San also sighed helplessly. He found that he and Qian Renxue really did not get along. The more they talked, the more annoyed he became. They had different values!

Could this be due to the relationship between the angels and the Rakshasa?

Martial soul discord?

(End of this chapter)