Douluo: The Glory of the Peerless Angel

Late at night, Poseidon Island.

After parting ways with Han Ruoruo, Ling Bai returned to his room on the first floor of the Golden Tree. He sat cross-legged on the ancient wooden bed, where two strange bones floated in the air, slowly rotating, supported by his soul power.

The right arm bone of a 90,000-year-old Heavenly Dragon Horse, the right arm bone of a 10,000-year-old secret technique.

The secret to fusing soul bones in Douluo Continent is not difficult. The key is that the soul bones must have similar attributes. If you try to fuse two soul bones, one ice and one fire, even a 100,000-year-old secret technique soul bone cannot stick them together.

Ling Bai guided the two soul bones toward him. During this process, the Heavenly Dragon Horse soul bone gradually transformed into a condensed and persistent golden aura, and then the deep purple secret soul bone also melted into a shimmering purple aura.

The purple light cluster continuously changed shape, eventually attaching itself to one side of the golden light cluster. The essence of the arcane soul bone is a kind of adhesive, which can alleviate the conflict between the two soul bones to the greatest extent.

With everything ready, Ling Bai officially began the path of soul bone fusion, and the golden light ball floated towards his right arm.

Sensing that the Heavenly Dragon Horse Soul Bone was getting closer and closer, the Blazing Bone Dragon Vulture Soul Bone hidden in Ling Bai's right arm let out a series of warning roars.

The Fiery Bone Dragon Vulture clearly refused to merge with the Celestial Dragon Horse, but this was beyond its control. The Celestial Dragon Horse's shadow flickered within the golden orb. Although both were of the bloodline of the Holy Light Dragon, the Fiery Bone Dragon Vulture's ancestor was a despicable thief who stole the dragon blood from the Holy Light Dragon's corpse. As a legitimate dragon descendant, the Celestial Dragon Horse wished nothing more than to get rid of him.

The golden ball of light accelerated and rushed into Ling Bai's right arm. With his 90,000 years of cultivation suppressing his 10,000 years, the Heavenly Dragon Horse came up and kicked the Blazing Bone Dragon Vulture twice, giving it a good beating from both sides.

The weak and pitiful Mystic Soul Bone wanted to break up the fight but didn't dare to, and helplessly shouted from the sidelines, "Tianlongma, stop fighting!"

The Heavenly Dragon Horse's actions were extremely violent, yet the effect was exceptionally remarkable. As the battle raged, the Fiery Bone Dragon Vulture raised a white flag, and the three chaotic soul power fluctuations converged, merging to form a new ball of light that shone brightly, turning the entire room into a golden hue.

The gold grew even more dazzling, and a series of stirring dragon roars echoed throughout the room.

A moment later, the dazzling golden light cluster gathered and solidified, and a higher-quality soul bone was born. This was not the soul bone of the Blazing Bone Dragon Vulture or the Heavenly Dragon Horse, but the right arm soul bone of the 100,000-year-old Holy Light Dragon!

Ling Bai gently moved his right arm, feeling a warm sensation in his flesh and bones as if a small, burning furnace was hidden inside. The Holy Light Dragon was a true dragon soul beast that approached the ultimate in light, and the value of this 100,000-year-old soul bone was immeasurable.

Ling Bai sank into the sea of ​​his mind. When he killed the two Soul Douluos of the Body Sect, he had ruthlessly extorted money from Tianmeng Ice Silkworm and obtained 200,000 years of Origin Power. Now he decided to amplify the 50,000-year Netherworld Emperor Demon Soul Ring and the 70,000-year Burning Sun Fire Dragon Soul Ring.

The Netherworld Demon Basket is the second soul ring of the Death Prison Spider King. After advancing for 100,000 years, the Death Prison Spider King's soul rings reached a terrifying level of one gray and two red.

The Burning Sun Fire Dragon is the fifth soul ring of the Six-Winged Angel, possessing the camouflage effect of the Thousand Enchantress Appearance, allowing the soul ring's color changes to go unnoticed.

Actually, it doesn't matter if it's exposed. Ling Bai isn't a rootless duckweed that can be manipulated by anyone. He just needs to explain that it's a secret technique created by Jianmu Douluo. Anyway, no one can get the truth out of the mouth of a first-generation Limit Douluo.

The importance of a strong background is evident.

"The six-winged angel is still missing four spirit rings and four hundred thousand years of origin power..."

Before entering a meditative state, Ling Bai said quietly.

Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy.

"Oh no, oh no, they're going to lock down the dorms!"

In the deep darkness of the night, Wu Feng sprinted towards the dormitory building, drenched in sweat. Ever since Shrek Academy disregarded martial ethics and took away her reserve team position, she turned her grief and anger into motivation, spending every day after class training intensely in the fighting arena and training grounds, becoming a new generation of self-disciplined monster.

Just before the dormitory manager locked the doors, Wu Feng sprinted into the dormitory building with an exaggerated 100-meter dash.

Kicking open the rickety dormitory door, Wu Feng saw the beautiful figure he had longed for day and night. His eyes instantly lit up with joy, and he pounced on her like a hungry tiger, shouting:

"Ning Tian, ​​I missed you so much!"

Wu Feng flew into the air, bent all four limbs at the same time, and pounced on Ning Tian, ​​knocking him onto the bed. Then, just like a kitten abandoned by its owner, he lay on Ning Tian's chest and kept rubbing against him.

Ning Tian originally wanted to say that she almost crushed him to death, but seeing Wu Feng's pitiful state, he couldn't bear it. He patted her head and said softly, "Xiao Feng, I missed you too."

"Pause, wait five minutes!"

Wu Feng suddenly interrupted Ning Tian because she realized she was covered in sweat and felt sticky. She didn't care, but Ning Tian smelled wonderful, and Wu Feng felt embarrassed to get close to him.

It was supposed to be five minutes, but only three minutes later, Wu Feng, who had finished his shower in a whirlwind, sat down next to Ning Tian again, unabashedly wrapping his arm around Ning Tian's fair and smooth skin, his face full of happiness and sweetness.

Ning Tian looked at Wu Feng, who was like a little pendant, with a somewhat amused and exasperated expression. She could sense that something was wrong with Wu Feng, but since Wu Feng hadn't made any overt moves, she couldn't scold her. After all, it's normal for girls to be close and affectionate.

After more than two months apart, the two had countless things to say to each other. Wu Feng told Ning Tian about some interesting things that happened in the outer courtyard of Shrek Academy, while Ning Tian talked about what he had seen and heard in this year's Soul Master Competition.

"Damn it, he got me again!"

Upon hearing that Ling Bai had dominated the battlefield and was enjoying unparalleled fame, Wu Feng angrily slammed his fist on the bed!

When will the Witch Knights' plan to rescue Princess Ningtian succeed?

"Ning Tian, ​​that guy didn't bully you, did he?" Wu Feng asked cautiously.

When Ling Bai was mentioned, Ning Tian's gaze suddenly became quite strange, as if there was a kind of inexplicable complexity in it. Even though it was fleeting, it was still caught by Wu Feng.

"No, why is Brother Bai bullying me?"

"But you seem to have something on your mind."

The two grew up together, and Wu Feng knew all too well what Ning Tian looked like when he was happy or unhappy.

Ning Tian sighed, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke: "Brother Bai... he's getting too close to a senior female student from the Inner Court."

"What!?"

Wu Feng sprang into the air, his voice instantly rising eight octaves, his eyes widening like copper bells.

"The night the Shrek team won the championship, I knocked on Bai Ge's door, but he didn't even open the door for me. He just said that he was too tired today and that we would talk tomorrow."

The inner court senior student had an accident with her martial spirit, and I wanted to politely inquire about her well-being, but no one replied to her message in her room.

Ning Tian's delicate eyebrows furrowed as she slowly said, "During the days I was on my way back, I secretly observed how they interacted. Although they didn't do anything intimate, there was a strange sense that they were quite comfortable with each other."

Most of what I said was just my intuition; perhaps I was overthinking it.

"Aaaaaah! I'm going to stab him to death!"

Wu Feng paced angrily in the room. Her thoughts were even stranger. She harbored the desire to be with Ning Tianbai, yet she was furious when Ling Bai approached another woman.

"What are you going to do?" Wu Feng suddenly stopped and asked Ning Tian.

Ning Tian gripped the blanket beside him tightly with his small hands, lowered his eyes to conceal his expression, and said, "I have gained a lot in the underground of the Golden Tree. At the latest, I will break through to the Soul Sect in three months and participate in the Inner Court assessment. After entering the Inner Court, I will observe more carefully."

It's not that powerful families can't accept concubines or mistresses, especially since Brother Bai is so outstanding, and countless people are eyeing him and his six-winged angel bloodline. If that senior is truly sincere, I'll turn a blind eye and not bother with her, but please don't let me find out that she's plotting for the angel bloodline for the sake of her backing...

The chilling aura deep within those azure eyes was bone-chilling, making Wu Feng shiver. It was the first time she had ever seen Ning Tian display such an icy demeanor.

With Jianmu Douluo and Ning Fengya in charge, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School no longer needs to cater to any power, and Ning Tian, ​​the young master of the school, naturally becomes more confident.

……

The following morning, Poseidon Island.

Wang Yan was dressed in a Shrek Academy teacher's uniform, which made him look tall and scholarly. He was a theoretical Soul Master and had come to the second-floor library in the inner courtyard, where top-secret books were stored, to feast his eyes after being promoted to Shrek Academy's special-grade teacher.

As the saying goes, good things come in pairs. The moment Wang Yan stepped into the second floor of the library, he saw a woman sitting by the window. The woman simply smiled at him, and his long-dormant heart instantly became restless. For some reason, images of a warm future with her involuntarily floated before his eyes.

"I think I'm in love. I can't sleep no matter what I do. Two figures keep popping into my mind. One is her, and the other is still her."

I finally understood that she just wanted a companion. When I was writing, she would look through my past writings, and when I wasn't writing, I would hold her hand and gaze at her gentle eyes.

Lost in thought, without having drunk any alcohol, I suddenly felt a little tipsy.

Wang Yan walked towards the library with a smile on his face, his expression momentarily dazed. He thought of his time studying at Shrek Academy when he was young. At Shrek Academy, where geniuses abounded, his talent was not outstanding, and he could only devote himself to the research of Soul Master theory.

He was a typical older, lifelong bachelor who didn't know how to pursue girls or cater to their tastes. The only thing he knew how to do was to take the initiative to talk to them about Soul Master theory, using his erudition and theoretical knowledge to attract women who resonated with his soul. He believed she was the one for him.

Few people visit the library. The wooden pavilion is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Wang Yan could clearly hear his own footsteps and the faint sound of his breath.

At this moment, Wang Yan held a red flower in his hand, intending to use this method to subtly express his feelings.

As he slowly walked up to the second floor, Wang Yan took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the pounding heart in his chest. He had inquired about the woman's identity: an eight-ring control-type Soul Douluo, one of the senior disciples of the Inner Court, second only to the senior sister Zhang Lexuan. She had high standards for choosing a partner, so she had never been in a relationship. He hoped that he would be fortunate enough to be by her side in this lifetime.

Wang Yan pushed open the second-floor door of the library through the barrier, and his gaze instantly locked onto the woman he had been longing for for a month. A sliver of sunlight pierced through the window and fell on the woman's face by the window. Her fair skin reflected the beauty of the sunlight, and the fine downy hairs on her face had a beautiful golden hue in the sunlight.

The girl casually draped her red school uniform over the back of a chair. She wore a loose, oversized white shirt, which was clearly too big for her. The shirt hung loosely on her body, revealing her swan-like neck and breathtaking collarbones.

Gentle and intellectual, that's how Wang Yan described the woman. She's like an older sister who always cares about you and looks after you. This kind of lazy yet mature style of dress, when paired with this kind of older sister woman, is like a blade laced with arsenic, adding poison on poison. He has no power to resist and willingly sinks into it.

Wang Yan almost couldn't contain his excitement, but then he saw the figure opposite the woman.

It was a handsome face that Wang Yan was quite familiar with. He sat quietly opposite the woman, his long, shiny golden hair reflecting the sunlight streaming in from the window. His eyes were bright and sparkling, and the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, as if he was in a very good mood.

"Click—"

Something inside Wang Yan seemed to have cracked, and a sour liquid flowed out. He couldn't hide his feelings of loss. He picked up a few books at random, lowered his head, and sat down not far from the two people. The carefully selected flower drooped its head, looking as wilted as its owner.

Ling Bai glanced at the nearly broken Wang Yan. In his memory, Wang Yan was able to be with Han Ruoruo because of his extensive knowledge, but there were two other reasons: Han Ruoruo had almost no male friends and no one with similar interests who would accompany her to the library.

First come, first served. Wang Yan has already lost this life. It's better to end it now than to suffer a long pain. It's better to find a better match. The elegant auctioneer at Starlight Auction House has long been eager to try her luck with Teacher Wang.

Ling Bai turned his head and saw Han Ruoruo tilting her head, looking at him with a light smile. Against the backdrop of her white clothes, her skin was as white as translucent, with the color of milk, and the air around her was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood mixed with gentle floral scents.

Ling Bai smiled too. Time seemed to freeze at that moment. The two looked at each other, speechless.

According to an ancient proverb, when three people walk together, one of them is bound to be a jerk.

Teacher Wang was in so much pain that he could barely breathe. That look, that unspoken understanding—Han Ruoruo hadn't given him even once in the past month. She had always just politely nodded in agreement or shook her head in denial.

Wang Yan didn't know how he got through the entire morning. He didn't turn a single page of the book he had opened. He had read the contents of that page thousands of times but couldn't remember a single word. His eyes kept glancing involuntarily at Ling Bai and Han Ruoruo.

Around noon, Ling Bai walked across the street and draped a school uniform over Han Ruoruo's shoulders. He leaned down and whispered a few words in her ear. The latter smiled and gently took his arm. The two left the library together.

Wang Yan's last hope was shattered, and with trembling hands, he took out paper and pen to write down:

"I was probably just tired. Everything seemed gloomy. I randomly flipped through a few books, and my eyelids drooped heavily. After looking closely for a long time, I finally saw the truth between the lines: all I could see were two words: heartbreak." (End of Chapter)