Douluo Continent: From Internal Martial Arts to the Law of Heaven and Earth

As expected, the Angel and Rakshasa completed their second divine trials. As is customary, the lifespan of their soul rings increased by 1000 years, and their divine position compatibility increased by 10%. However, perhaps because the two gods observed Qian Renxue's rapid improvement in cultivation, the soul power bonus that most divine inheritances provide was nowhere to be found in Qian Renxue.

"Let's go, let's resolve this trouble and go back to absorb the soul rings," Tang Shan said to Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuyun.

“Okay.” Qian Renxue nodded, then turned to Hu Liena, “Would you like to stay with us? It might be safer that way.”

Hu Liena hesitated for a moment, glanced at Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuyun, and finally shook her head. "Sister Xue, forget it. I feel more comfortable on my own."

Qian Renxue nodded and said no more. The three from Tangshan climbed to the roof and quickly disappeared from Hu Liena's sight.

The whooshing sound of the airflow generated by the high-speed speed filled my ears, and the surrounding scenery rushed by. Occasionally, I could see several residents of the killing city fighting, and some sounds could be heard.

Back in the attic, after briefly summarizing what they had learned, the three of them returned to their rooms to rest.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Tang Shan summoned his spirit rings. Seven spirit rings, one purple, five black, and one red, rhythmically pulsed around him. Having received the mark of the Asura God, Tang Shan's body showed no outward changes, but the City of Slaughter's ability to restrict spirit rings was completely neutralized.

With the activation of the first soul skill, Self-Control, and the sixth soul skill, Multi-Line Thinking, seven virtual consciousnesses were separated. Self-control was used to manage the soul rings, while the virtual consciousnesses flowed into the soul rings, beginning to comprehend the power rules within the core of the soul rings.

A special fluctuation arose around Tang Shan, and the rules of power rippled around him, fully displaying their mysteries. Tang Shan's spiritual power was also nourished and slowly improved in the process of comprehending the rules.

His breathing became increasingly calm, and the unique mysteries of the power rules began to permeate his entire body, transforming his physique. When Tang Shan was completely transformed by the power rules, it might also be the day he achieved godhood in his physical body.

In Qian Renxue's room, after taking off her clothes and washing herself, the girl sat against the wall in a plain white dress, lost in thought.

The scenes that happened today echoed in my mind, and the final memory was of Hu Liena's selfless protection.

"So, you really couldn't help yourself?" With a soft sigh, Qian Renxue's eyes flickered slightly, but what remained was a firm and resolute determination. "Tang Shan, you must be mine!"

Zhu Zhuyun, however, did not struggle as much as Qian Renxue. She sat cross-legged on the ground, circulating her soul power through her meridians. Wisps of dark red aura emerged from the depths of her martial soul's origin, surging into her body, disturbing her mind and igniting her desire.

Fortunately, over the years she had become accustomed to the restlessness in her heart and skillfully suppressed the boiling flames within. After this cycle of Qi circulation was completed, Zhu Zhuyun opened her eyes, a faint dark red glint flashing in her eyes.

"Looks like I'll have to go see His Highness tomorrow to cleanse my evil spirits." Muttering to himself, Zhu Zhuyun lay back on the mattress he had brought with him before coming to the City of Slaughter, his breathing quickly becoming even.

If someone could observe her entire body, they would find that her flesh and blood exuded a similar dark red aura that was quite strong and restless.

Qian Renxue's purifying power can indeed purify evil energy without leaving any hidden dangers, but what if she never thought of purifying?

With the absolute suppression of evil energy by her divine soul power, she only forced the evil energy born from those martial souls into the depths of Zhu Zhuyun's body. It seemed similar to purification, but in reality, it planted a huge bomb.

As for when this bomb will explode, that depends on the mastermind's plans.

……

A month has passed in the blink of an eye, and Tang San's injuries have almost completely healed. His fractured lower leg has also been almost fully restored thanks to the powerful vitality of the Blue Silver Emperor.

vomit!

As soon as the bread entered his mouth, Tang San couldn't help but recall the disgusting liquid that had flowed into his throat that terrible night, and acid reflux immediately rose up.

He moved his arm away, and vomited up a small amount of food residue mixed with a large amount of acid. It took him a long time to recover.

Wiping away the remaining saliva from his mouth, Tang San threw away the bread he had only taken a few bites of, letting it roll on the ground and get covered in dust.

Sitting back in the wooden chair, Tang San was nowhere to be seen in his former gentle and refined demeanor after his second awakening of his martial soul; all that remained was a disheveled and emaciated appearance.

He was sick, and a knot had formed in his heart. He felt unclean, and swallowing food always made him think that he was swallowing something filthy.

Not having enough to eat prevented him from recovering his energy, causing his overall condition to decline rapidly. This was a very dangerous situation in the Killing City. Tang San knew he shouldn't dwell on it, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

The feeling of nausea intensified, especially when he thought about kissing Xiao Wu, whom he had been longing for, in the future.

His little dance was so pure and innocent, yet he himself was already defiled. How could this be!

boom!

He clenched his fists and slammed them against the wall, not caring that his skin was broken and blood was flowing.

……

Tang Shan was naturally unaware of Tang San's state of mind at this moment. If he had known, he probably wouldn't have been able to help but sigh: "The pure and innocent Tang Buddha, the novels didn't lie to me."

The Hellish Slaughter Arena was as noisy as ever. The residents of the inner city sat excitedly in the stands, roaring at the top of their lungs. Some were so frenzied that they scratched themselves wildly, leaving deep, bloody welts that revealed bone, as if nothing else could vent their excitement.

Qian Renxue spread her jet-black wings, and the power of corruption easily corrupted the nine opponents in front of her. Then, the power of divinity surged and purified them.

Feeling her soul power increase slightly, she nodded in satisfaction, withdrew her martial soul, and slowly landed, letting out another thunderous roar.

Two months have passed, and it has become increasingly difficult to find opponents in the Hell Slaughter Arena. However, she can still participate every few days. This is Qian Renxue's eighty-first match. With her Angelic Martial Soul, profound soul power, and internal martial arts cultivation of Dan Jin, she has swept all the way, and no one can stop her progress.

As for her soul power level, Qian Renxue is now close to level 89, and reaching level 90 before venturing into Hell Road should not be a problem.

Tang Shan was quite satisfied with Qian Renxue's soul power cultivation, which was also the fundamental purpose of him taking her to the City of Slaughter. Such an improvement in cultivation should be enough to repay her for the care she had given him over the years.

Tang Shan stroked his chin, lost in thought: The next step is to try to reduce the number of times I see her, and then slowly withdraw from her world. When I'm no longer in her world, I suppose those feelings will gradually fade away.

"Teacher, how's your eighth soul skill coming along?" Zhu Zhuyun, who was sitting to the side, turned to Tang Shan after seeing Qian Renxue's victory and asked with some curiosity.

"I've figured it out pretty well. I should be able to condense it before venturing into the Hell Road," Tang Shan estimated, offering his prediction.

"Teacher, will you become the youngest Title Douluo on the continent?" Zhu Zhuyun asked curiously, resting her cheek on her hand.

"Yes, but this record will be broken sooner or later." Tang Shan's answer was very confident. Perhaps Tang San in the current timeline cannot break his record, but Tang Shan believed that someone in Douluo Continent tens of thousands of years later would definitely be able to break it. Putting aside others, Yun Ming, who is even more of a protagonist than the protagonist, is simply a bug. Tang Shan estimated that with his aptitude, inheriting a God King position would be no problem. If he were to become a god on his own, he would definitely be at least a first-level god, with God King in sight.

"What are you talking about?" A melodious female voice drifted over. Qian Renxue, disguised to conceal her sharpness, walked up to the stands, sat on the other side of Tangshan, and casually asked.

"I was asking if the teacher could become the youngest person in mainland China to receive such a title," Zhu Zhuyun replied casually, swinging her legs.

"That's for sure. With his cultivation speed, if he didn't have to figure out how to condense a soul ring on his own, he would have broken through to the Soul Douluo level long ago."

Tang Shan didn't care about Qian Renxue's complaints. The strength of a soul skill might affect the divine skills of a future god, so he couldn't be careless. He didn't want to end up like a certain sea god who only had unpredictable troubles after becoming a god.

"Why has that guy lost so much weight, and he seems a bit weak?" Zhu Zhuyun's questioning voice woke Tang Shan from his reverie. Looking up, he saw a pale-faced blue-haired youth and nine other contestants step onto the stage. The other nine did not take the weak blue-haired youth lightly at all; instead, they surrounded him as if he were a formidable enemy.

"Maybe it's because he ate something unclean." Tang Shan's expression was a bit strange. He had personally witnessed Tang San's feat of biting his crotch. He could only say that the Tang Clan was indeed an assassin organization. Even their outer disciples were so ruthless to themselves. No wonder the other party had such outstanding achievements in the future. This was what he deserved, just for that ruthlessness.

The deathmatch began. The other nine contestants did not communicate at all. At the very first moment of the battle, they all aimed at Tang San. They had heard of the name Thousand Hands Asura and they had to eliminate him first to have any chance of survival.

Blue Silver Grass appeared in Tang San's hand, and huge vines grew out of thin air, rapidly wrapping around the nine contestants. His other hand began to unleash hidden weapons, preparing to devour the lives of these contestants.

Flying side by side!

Soul power covered his palms, his arm muscles suddenly contracted, and he flung out two willow-leaf blades, which turned into two afterimages and swept past. The whistling sound exploded instantly, like swallows spreading their wings. Before the two leading contestants could react to what was happening, their heads were separated from their necks.

The reason why Tang San was able to wreak havoc in the Hell Slaughter Arena with his throwing weapons was because of his endless array of throwing techniques. No matter if you are prepared, as long as the technique changes, the trajectory of the throwing weapon will change accordingly. With the support of soul power, wherever it passes, it is truly like the King of Hell taking lives.

As the blood blossomed before his eyes, Tang San's somewhat chaotic and depressed emotions calmed down, his eyes sharpened, and his killing intent was palpable.

The bone-piercing nail was swiftly inserted into the last contestant's jaw, penetrating straight to his brain and ending his life.

P.S.: To summarize the plot, 4000 words today. Regarding Zhu Zhuyun, I didn't get the first blood (meaning I didn't commit adultery), which just shows the author isn't resorting to old tropes. While it may not be as imaginative as the locked-room axe killing of Bibi Dong, it still shows some changes.

Chapter 504 Two Women with Tacit Understanding

"That Tang San does have some skills; he managed to hold on, and his hidden weapons aren't bad either," Qian Renxue commented earnestly on the way back to her residence.

"He might have other tricks up his sleeve. If we encounter him, we absolutely cannot be careless." Tang Shan's expression was solemn. He was very clear about the true potential of Tang Clan's hidden weapons, perhaps even more so than Tang San himself.

The Rain of Pear Blossom Needles, the Peacock Feather, and the Buddha's Wrath Lotus—each one is an absurd existence. And then there's Guanyin's Tears, which, with the body of a mortal, breaks through the defenses of a deity; it's simply monstrous.

The two women nodded thoughtfully, keeping Tang Shan's reminder in mind.

call!

A tall, thin man suddenly lunged out of the darkness, his eyes bloodshot, staring at the three men from Tangshan.

Tang Shan skillfully raised his hand and slapped the other person. The force of the slap caused the other person's head to rotate 360 ​​degrees. The next moment, blood spurted out.

Zhu Zhuyun and Qian Renxue's expressions remained unchanged; they were already used to the scene before them.

The trio's winning streak in the Hell Slaughter Arena spread their fame throughout the entire Slaughter City, but this did not mean they could rest easy.

Leaving aside those who always want to try, every day, a large number of fallen individuals whose minds have been completely corrupted by Bloody Mary are born in the Killing City. These people are only driven by emotions and have no rationality whatsoever.

Back in their loft, the three of them separated. Tang Shan went in first, while Zhu Zhuyun hesitated for a moment before following Qian Renxue into her room.

"What's wrong?" Qian Renxue asked, looking at Zhu Zhuyun who followed her into the room. She was puzzled.

"Your Highness, the evil energy has been stirring again recently, and I need your help to suppress it," Zhu Zhuyun said bluntly without any formalities.

Qian Renxue's eyes flashed, and she nodded slightly: "Please sit down. I'll just wash my hands and be right there."

A minute later, Zhu Zhuyun sat cross-legged on the soft couch, with Qian Renxue sitting behind her. Neither of them spoke, and the room fell into a brief silence.

“Logically speaking, I just helped you suppress it a few days ago, so the evil energy shouldn’t be retaliating so quickly, unless you’ve been tempted again.” Qian Renxue spoke first, her voice calm and devoid of any emotion.

"Suppression!" Zhu Zhuyun smiled as she pondered the word. "So, purification doesn't exist, right?"

“No, I can purify myself, but I don’t want to do it.” Qian Renxue readily admitted, then asked, “You still haven’t said why you had these desires. Logically speaking, you should be able to control these thoughts. Who is your target?”

Zhu Zhuyun's smile grew even brighter, like a hundred flowers in full bloom, breathtakingly beautiful. "Does it matter? Or don't you already have the answer in your heart?" As she spoke, her smile faded slightly, revealing a hint of regret.

"Yes, we're all the same, pathetic wretches who can't even be a backup option." Qian Renxue's lips twitched slightly, a hint of self-mockery in her voice.

She knew Tangshan very well, even better than Tangshan himself. The other party had never had the slightest improper thoughts towards the two of them, even in this chaotic and bloodthirsty city where desires intertwined.

"Are you afraid of dying?" Qian Renxue changed the subject, and a series of thoughts floated in her mind, gradually forming the outline of a plan.

“I’m not afraid of death. My life was given to me by my teacher. What’s there to be afraid of?” Her eyes shone brightly, revealing an unprecedented determination. “If I can get even a little closer to him, what’s wrong with risking my life?”

"Very good!" Qian Renxue's eyes revealed an uncontrollable longing, a longing that had turned into an obsession and taken deep root in her heart.

"I'm suppressing it for you now, but it might not last long. If the evil energy erupts, I won't be able to control it!" Qian Renxue raised her palms and gently placed them on Zhu Zhuyun's back, saying meaningfully, "At that time, you'll have to let that evil fire out."

call!

Her heart pounded faster than usual. Zhu Zhuyun took a deep breath, barely managing to calm her agitated emotions. She closed her eyes, completely concealing that intense longing and anticipation.

From the beginning until now, the two women have not communicated deliberately, but with the unspoken understanding of their shared goal, a plan, or rather a trap, has been set in motion to envelop Tangshan.

The sacred soul power suppressed the evil energy within the soul power, causing the nature of the soul power to change from sacred to corrupt. The wisps of evil energy buried deep within the body were drawn together, converging like rivers flowing into the sea, under Qian Renxue's exquisite control.

The soul power slowly withdrew, while a trace of corrupted energy was left by Qian Renxue in the evil light. With just a thought, this boiling evil fire would unstoppably burn throughout her entire body.

"Alright, let's go back." Qian Renxue withdrew her hands, let out a long sigh, and a hint of exhaustion flashed in her eyes. Trying to control the gathering of evil energy was still too much of a burden, and her mental energy had been over-consumed.

"Then thank you very much, Your Highness." Zhu Zhuyun's mind and spirit were exceptionally clear at this moment, as if she had shed all constraints, but she knew that this was just an illusion caused by suppressing the evil energy.

She stood up, bowed slightly to Qian Renxue, and said with a gentle smile, "We'll wait and see."

The door closed silently. Qian Renxue leaned against the wall, recalling her somewhat crude yet perfectly timed and executed plan. A morbid longing appeared on her lips: "Tangshan, you will definitely be mine. I must have you."

The angel's persistence had long been shattered. Her former pride and composure were completely destroyed by the bombardment of the truth between her parents and her mother's unconventional actions.

From then on, Qian Renxue didn't care about titles or how many female confidantes Tang Shan had, as long as she was one of them.

"If you had to choose between life and death, what would you choose?" Qian Renxue chuckled softly, tapping her thigh with her fingers, a playful look on her face.

She wasn't just doing Zhu Zhuyun's work for free; she wanted her to break the mold. Only by creating an opening for the other party could she have a chance to take advantage.