Douluo Continent: Blood Spear Martial Soul, Soul Rings that can unleash divine power?

Moonlight filtered through the leaves and fell on the stone table.

The man sat on the stone bench with his back ramrod straight. He looked to be only thirty or forty years old, with platinum blonde hair and wearing a blue robe with gold trim.

Lin Yu paused in his steps.

"Is anyone there?"

"Didn't Ling Yuan notice?"

"Could it be him?"

Lin Yu took a deep breath, suppressed his surging emotions, and stepped forward.

"This humble one, Lin Yu, pays respects to the Grand Elder."

He bowed respectfully, his tone steady.

Qian Daoliu raised his head and glanced at him.

Those eyes were pale gold, like two lamps in the dim light, falling on Lin Yu.

"You know me?" Qian Daoliu's voice was gentle, with a hint of surprise.

Lin Yu straightened up and smiled: "I can't think of anyone else who can come and go freely in the Spirit Hall without being discovered."

Qian Daoliu's lips twitched.

"Besides," Lin Yu continued sincerely, "You, sir, are renowned throughout the continent and are known as one of the two great mountains of the continent."

"Although I have never met you in person, I have long admired you. Seeing you today, I can confirm that your reputation is well-deserved."

Qian Daoliu looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly snorted: "At such a young age, you're quite good at flattery."

"Did Bibi Dong teach it?"

Lin Yu chuckled: "I'm self-taught. It's always good to have more skills."

"What are your orders, Grand Master, that you have come tonight?"

Qian Daoliu put down the chess piece in his hand, leaned against the stone table, and looked him up and down.

"I came tonight out of curiosity," he said. "Who exactly is this person who awakened a god-level martial soul?"

Lin Yu was not surprised that Qian Daoliu knew he had awakened a god-level martial soul, after all, the strange phenomena that occurred on the day he awakened his martial soul were quite significant.

With Qian Daoliu's level 99 soul power, it would be difficult for him not to know.

"You see it now?" Lin Yu asked.

"Would you like me to give you a ride?"

"I saw it," Qian Daoliu said, his tone indifferent. "He's good with words, but he doesn't know how to respect the elderly and care for the young."

"I haven't even had a chance to sit down properly before they're kicking me out."

Qian Daoliu pointed to the stone bench opposite the stone table: "Sit down and play a couple of games of chess with me."

Lin Yu glanced at the chessboard. What did he know about Go? Besides, he was playing against an old monster like Qian Daoliu who had lived for one or two hundred years. Wasn't that just courting death?

"What? You don't dare?" Qian Daoliu raised an eyebrow.

"It's not that I'm afraid," Lin Yu said, scurrying over to sit down. "It's just that I'm worried you'll lose face if you lose."

Qian Daoliu chuckled, his laughter revealing neither joy nor anger: "You go first."

Without any hesitation, Lin Yu picked up a black piece and slammed it onto the center of the chessboard.

Tian Yuan.

Qian Daoliu narrowed his eyes.

The first move is to move Tianyuan? Is this a provocation?

He glanced at Lin Yu, who was smiling at him with an innocent look on his face.

Qian Daoliu said nothing and placed a white piece.

Lin Yu then placed his piece.

After taking four or five steps, Qian Daoliu frowned.

This layout...

Qian Daoliu looked up at Lin Yu, who was focused on the chessboard with a faint smile on his lips.

He took two more steps.

When it was Lin Yu's turn, he put down the last one.

"The 'underpants formation' – once it's complete, it instantly eliminates the opponent."

He said softly, then looked up at Qian Daoliu with a smile, "Grand Elder, you've lost."

Qian Daoliu: ......

"This is Go."

"Oh my god, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Qian Daoliu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Lin Yu shrank back, not daring to reply.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and looked at Lin Yu again.

"Would you like to come and offer sacrifices at the temple?"

Lin Yu was stunned for a moment.

Is this an attempt to poach talent?

He thought for a moment, then said, "Whether it's the Elder Hall or the Hall of Offerings, aren't they all serving the Spirit Hall? It's the same wherever they are."

Qian Daoliu stared at him, his gaze like nails piercing his face.

"What if I insist that you come to the offering hall?"

His voice was calm, but every word carried a murderous intent, and an invisible chill filled the air.

A chilling killing intent instantly gripped Lin Yu's neck, making it hard for him to breathe.

Lin Yu suppressed his fear. He understood that Qian Daoliu wouldn't kill him now. He had only one obsession in his heart, and that was...

Support Qian Renxue to become a god and inherit the position of angel.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and calmed his tone, saying, "Grand Elder, it's no use telling me this."

"I am the teacher's disciple, and I must listen to the teacher wherever I go. If you want me to go to the offering hall, you must first ask the teacher for his permission."

He emphasized the word "teacher" very much.

Qian Daoliu narrowed his eyes, and a hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes as he thought of Bibi Dong.

His pale golden pupils narrowed slightly in the moonlight, as if he were weighing something.

"This kid is very important to Bibi Dong. She's willing to use a Title Douluo to protect him. If I touch him, that crazy woman will probably come after me to the death."

"We must not disturb Xiaoxue's plan to become a god."

Lin Yu sensed that the killing intent was weakening.

After a few breaths, Qian Daoliu withdrew his gaze, and the expression on his face returned to calm.

"Bibi Dong has taken on a good disciple," he said, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger. "It seems the position of Pope has a successor."

Lin Yu seized the opportunity, grinning as he said, "The Pope? That's wonderful! High Priest, you yourself said I'm going to be the Pope, so aren't you going to do something special?"

Qian Daoliu glanced at him.

Lin Yu counted on his fingers: "I'm not asking for much, just ten or eight ten-thousand-year soul bones would be fine. I can't take more than that, don't you think?"

Qian Daoliu stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly smiled.

It wasn't a sarcastic laugh; I was genuinely so angry I laughed.

"Ten or eight thousand-year-old soul bones? You think soul bones are as cheap as cabbages?"

"Why don't you have my ancestral hall too?"

"It's not true here, but it definitely is with you," Lin Yu said sincerely.

Qian Daoliu smiled and shook his head: "After all these years, my granddaughter hasn't dared to speak to me like this in a long time. You're the first one."

Lin Yu blinked, pretending not to hear the rest of the sentence: "Your granddaughter? Grand Elder, you're already so powerful, your granddaughter must be exceptionally talented as well. I wonder if I'll have the chance to meet her?"

Qian Daoliu was stunned for a moment.

Then the expression on his face became a little subtle.

He looked at Lin Yu, his eyes darting around.

"This kid is indeed handsome, with the looks I had back then. Although he's only six years old, you can already tell he'll be a handsome man in the future."

"Like Xiaoxue, it is also a god-level martial soul."

A thought suddenly flashed through Qian Daoliu's mind.

If we could bring this kid and Xiaoxue together...

"It can not only ease the relationship between the mother and daughter, but also unite the Spirit Hall against external threats."

"It's good for both sides."

Qian Daoliu lowered his eyes and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the stone table.

"Why not do him a favor?"

He pulled himself out of his thoughts and said calmly, "A soul bone is impossible."

"However, we can choose another one."

Lin Yu's eyes lit up; there was hope.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "I heard that the martial spirits of the two elders, Qianjun and Jiangmo, are both Panlong Staffs."

He sat up straight and spoke much faster: "I'd like to learn their staff techniques, is that possible?"

Qian Daoliu remained silent.

Lin Yu quickly added, "I think the two Douluo would be quite happy to know that this staff technique can cultivate a god."

Qian Daoliu glanced at him and suddenly smiled.

This time it was a genuine laugh.

"There's still a long way to go before you become a Title Douluo. You want to become a god now?" He shook his head. "Save your breath."

Lin Yu chuckled and didn't refute.

Qian Daoliu stood up and patted the wrinkles on his robe.

"However, I can ask around for you," he said. "Whether it works out or not is not up to me."

Lin Yu also stood up and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Great Elder."

Qian Daoliu didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the courtyard gate.

He took two steps, then stopped without turning his head.

"You brat."

"exist."

"If you try to fool me with Gomoku again, I'll let you eat the board."

Lin Yu felt a chill run down his spine and quickly said, "I won't do it again, I won't do it again."

Qian Daoliu snorted, stepped out of the courtyard gate, and disappeared into the night.