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

Qianjun Douluo realized he had lost and collapsed to the ground, his shoulders trembling slightly.

He looked up at Lin Yu, his expression complex.

"Good lad," he said, his voice hoarse, "you win."

Lion Douluo was the first to react, slapping his thigh and laughing so hard he almost fell over.

"Hahaha! Qianjun, you've finally met your match!"

Guangling Douluo covered his mouth, laughing so hard his shoulders shook, and said sarcastically, "A 70,000-year soul bone, Qianjun, you'd better pick a good one, don't let the kid find it undesirable."

Bibi Dong crossed her arms over her chest, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Qianjun withdrew his martial spirit, his lips twitching, his old face flushing red as he thought to himself, "I've lost all face today, I'm afraid I'll never be able to hold my head up again."

His Adam's apple bobbed: "Kid, come find me at this time tomorrow, and I'll keep my promise."

After saying that, he walked down the platform.

Lin Yu sheathed the blood spear, stood on the platform panting, and called out to Qian Jun's retreating figure, "Thank you, Senior Qian Jun!"

The Lion Douluo walked over and slapped Lin Yu on the shoulder, making him stumble.

"Good lad, you've got guts! From now on, if anyone bullies you in the Spirit Hall, just mention my name, Lion!"

Lin Yu steadied himself and grinned, "Thank you, Senior Lion."

Lion Douluo laughed heartily, then turned and left.

Qian Daoliu sighed inwardly and waved his hand to stop the other worshippers from laughing.

"Alright, the farce is over."

He turned to look at Bibi Dong: "You've seen the person. Everything's alright. Take your disciples and go back."

Bibi Dong's gaze fell on Qian Daoliu, and she said with a half-smile, "The Hall of Offerings is quite generous, offering a 70,000-year-old soul bone right off the bat. My disciple is truly blessed."

Qian Daoliu's old face stiffened slightly, then he coughed and said, "A bet is a bet."

Bibi Dong didn't say anything more, turned to Lin Yu and said, "Lin Yu, let's go."

As he passed by Qian Daoliu, Qian Daoliu suddenly whispered, "Kid, don't be late tomorrow, or you'll be sleeping in."

Lin Yu bowed respectfully: "Yes, High Priest."

......

The next day, Lin Yu got up very early.

Before dawn, he got dressed and opened the door. Ling Yuan was already waiting in the courtyard, carrying a bag of steamed buns. She was leaning against the stone table and raised an eyebrow when she saw him come out.

"Finally, you don't want me to call you anymore?"

Lin Yu walked over, took the bag, took a bite, and mumbled:

"How can I sleep with the thought of a 70,000-year-old soul bone waiting for me?"

Ling Yuan sat on the stone bench, arms crossed, looking at Lin Yu with a hint of envy in her eyes.

He's only a Great Soul Master, yet he already has two Soul Bones, one of which is 75,000 years old.

"Comparison is the thief of joy," she muttered.

Lin Yu didn't hear him clearly: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing, just eat, and then you can leave."

......

Offering Hall.

The two arrived at the entrance of Qianjun Douluo's residence, and Lingyuan stopped.

"Go in by yourself, I'll wait outside."

Lin Yu nodded and pushed the door open to go inside.

Qianjun Douluo's courtyard was much larger than Lin Yu's, but it was very simple, with no flowers or plants, only a bare blue brick floor and a stone table.

Qianjun was already waiting in the courtyard. He was wearing a gray training uniform and sitting on a stone bench. When he saw Lin Yu come in, he raised his chin, gesturing for him to sit down.

Lin Yu sat down opposite him and bowed respectfully: "Senior Qianjun."

Without wasting words, Qianjun Douluo took out a soul bone from his storage soul tool and handed it to Lin Yu.

Lin Yu paused for a moment while holding the soul bone.

The soul bone is grayish-black in color and looks like many irregular bone pieces pieced together, with a faint halo flowing on its surface.

"A head bone from 75,000 years ago," Qianjun explained.

"This is what I got when I hunted the ninth spirit ring back then. It's a pity I already have the head spirit bone, otherwise I really wouldn't want to give you such a rare spirit bone."

He paused, then added, "The head soul bone is directly connected to the brain, and has a significant promoting effect on mental strength and intelligence."

"You'll be learning my staff techniques, and you'll have to improve them yourself. You can't do it without a sharp mind. This soul bone will be just what you need to do."

Lin Yu raised his head, looked at Qian Jun, and said earnestly, "Thank you, Senior Qian Jun."

Qianjun waved his hand: "Words spoken are like water spilled; I've lost, and this is what you deserve."

Qianjun Douluo took out a thin booklet and tossed it to Lin Yu.

"This is the diagram of the Panlong Staff Technique and my insights. Go back and study it carefully."

Lin Yu took the booklet and turned to the first page.

A line of large characters comes into view, with vigorous and powerful strokes:

"The Demon-Subduing Staff startles even ghosts and gods; its coiled dragon dance settles the world."

Lin Yu read it once, raised his head, and said sincerely, "As expected of the number one staff technique on the mainland, even the first sentence is so powerful."

Qianjun's lips twitched slightly. He stood up, walked to the center of the courtyard, and summoned his martial spirit.

"Watch closely, I'll demonstrate it for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved.

The Panlong Staff seemed to come alive in his hands; sometimes its force was as powerful as thunder, and other times it was as cunning and unpredictable as a snake emerging from its hole.

Lin Yu watched intently.

Qianjun sheathed his staff and said calmly:

"The Panlong Staff Technique integrates four techniques: chopping, sweeping, thrusting, and entangling."

"Defend as firmly as a mountain, attack as fiercely as a dragon."

He looked at Lin Yu and said, "When you can move the stick and your body in perfect harmony, that's when you've truly mastered the basics."

Lin Yu nodded, memorizing every single blow he had just seen.

Qianjun walked up to him and said, "Today I'll teach you the first move. Focus on mastering it, not speed. Once you've mastered one move, then you can learn the next one."

Qianjun slowed down the movements, broke them down, and Lin Yu practiced along with him.

Once, twice...

Qianjun watched from the side, occasionally offering corrections.

......

The sun rose from the east to its zenith, then slid back down to the west, turning the courtyard a vibrant orange-red in the sunset.

Lin Yu practiced for a whole day, repeating the same movement hundreds of times.

Qianjun stood up, patted his robe, and said, "That's enough for today. Go back and digest this properly, and we'll continue tomorrow."

Lin Yu wiped his sweat and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Senior Qianjun."

Qianjun waved his hand, turned around and went into the house.

When Lin Yu walked out of the courtyard, his legs were weak.

Lingyuan sat on the steps by the door, chewing on a blade of grass. When she saw him come out, she looked him up and down.

"Oh, still alive?"

Lin Yu rolled his eyes at her: "Can't you wish me well for once?"

"I hope you're doing well." Ling Yuan caught up and walked beside him.

"I hope you get knocked out by Senior Qianjun's blow, then I can go back and report."

Lin Yu scoffed, "A sharp tongue but a soft heart."

......

Bibi Dong's residence.

When Lin Yu arrived, it was almost dark. The maid at the door saw him, but without announcing his arrival, she simply stepped aside to let him in.

Bibi Dong sat on the soft couch. When she saw Lin Yu enter, her gaze fell on him and swept over him from head to toe.

"How was it? I didn't make things difficult for you, did I?"

"no."

Lin Yu walked over, sat down in the chair opposite her, picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a glass of water, and gulped it down.

Bibi Dong looked at him and the corners of her mouth curved slightly, but she quickly stopped herself from smiling.

Lin Yu wiped his mouth, took out the soul bone from his storage space, and pushed it in front of Bibi Dong.

"A head and soul bone from 75,000 years ago," he said.

"Teacher, please check this for me."

Bibi Dong glanced at him, her eyes filled with approval.

She picked up the soul bone, closed her eyes, and used her spiritual power to probe into it, examining it carefully.

Lin Yu sat opposite her, watching her examine the body, without saying a word.

The head bone is directly connected to the brain. If something goes wrong, there's nowhere to turn for help. It's always better to be cautious in this kind of situation.

After a moment, she opened her eyes and pushed the soul bone back in front of Lin Yu.

"Better safe than sorry," she said. "It's good that you thought of that."

"This soul bone is fine, absorb it here, I'll protect you."