Douluo: The Glory of the Peerless Angel

That's enough!

"This is intolerable!" Ling Bai practically spat out those four words through gritted teeth. To allow a little bird to be played with like this—what a tremendous harm that would be to a fine young man with the body of an infant and the soul of an adult!

Xue Di laughed so hard in the Sea of ​​Spirit that she almost fell over. As expected of a childhood trauma, she could even imagine Ling Bai's humiliated little face as he was powerless to resist.

A mocking laugh, undisguised and relentless, echoed in Ling Bai's heart, each laugh like a hundred-thousand-year-old soul skill, relentlessly bombarding his defenses. His handsome face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he gritted his teeth, saying:

"Can we please not talk about this with others? Walls may have ears!"

"Xiaobai, you weren't like this when you were little. You never yelled at me."

Ning Fengyu's eyes were filled with glistening tears, her rounded shoulders trembled, and she looked at Ling Bai with an expression that was both aggrieved and timid. She looked like a pear blossom in the rain, which was quite alluring.

"You're over forty, stop playing the tricks of a twenty-year-old, okay...?"

"I raised you with snacks and drinks, and now you think I'm too old!"

Ling Bai sighed and rubbed his forehead in pain. Although they were twins, the two sisters from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School were completely different. Ning Fengya was elegant and graceful, rational and decisive, and was an extremely outstanding sect leader.

Ning Fengyu is always up to no good, and she is skilled in all sorts of feminine arts. She especially likes to tease children with words and expressions, and she is only satisfied when she sees their flushed faces.

"Stop teasing, Aunt Yu. It's been a long time. Let's sit down and have a good chat."

Ling Bai raised the white flag; he had never been able to do anything about Ning Fengyu since he was a child.

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengyu instantly dropped her aggrieved expression, replaced by a smug smile. With a flick of her finger, countless green vines instantly wove into two reclining chairs.

Azure Vine Emperor, the king of the Azure Vine clan, possesses a top-tier plant-type life attribute martial soul.

The two sisters inherited their parents' martial souls respectively. Ning Fengya inherited the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, a ancestral treasure of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, while Ning Fengyu awakened her mother's Azure Vine Emperor.

It was precisely because Ning Fengyu's martial soul was not the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, thus concealing her identity as a member of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, that Ning Fengya sent her to the Sun Moon Empire as the spokesperson for the Linglong Pavilion, and to protect the direct disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda who were responsible for searching for rare metals.

The two lay side by side on a recliner woven from the Azure Vine, enjoying the soft moonlight and the unique life fragrance of plant-type martial souls filling their nostrils.

Ning Fengyu turned her head slightly to look at Ling Bai, twirling a strand of green hair with her fingers, and said, "Why did you suddenly come to Mingdu without telling me beforehand?"

I missed you, so I came to see you.

"Oh dear, what are you saying!"

Ning Fengyu was overjoyed; these words clearly struck a chord with her, hitting the bullseye perfectly.

Seeing this, Ling Bai looked completely unsurprised.

If he dared to say things like finding the Holy Angel, killing the Demon Eye Evil Tree, raiding the Mingde Hall Body Sect, or visiting Ning Tianwu Feng, then Ning Fengyu would ask him with teary eyes why he didn't care about her, and then complain for three days and three nights.

No problem, he's fifteen this year and has fourteen years of experience making Ning Fengyu happy!

Ninety percent of Ling Bai's coaxing skills were practiced on Ning Fengyu, and some of them were even taught to him by Ning Fengyu herself!

It's all tears of bitterness!

The two chatted for half the night. The first half was about Ling Bai's studies and life at Shrek Academy, and the second half was about the development of Linglong Pavilion in recent years.

"In the past, Linglong Pavilion resold Mingdetang's soul tools, following the path of Xu Cong, the former chief researcher of Mingdetang. I packaged myself as a harmless little white flower who was driven out of the sect by my vicious older sister, and easily made Xu Cong a sycophant, willing to do anything for me."

At this point, Ning Fengyu changed the subject, angrily saying, "Everything was fine originally, but who would have thought that guy would be so audacious as to set his sights on a level nine fixed-position soul tool! That crossed the line of Mingde Hall, and when the matter was exposed, he was kicked out by Jing Hongchen, who also declared that no force within the Sun Moon Empire should accept Xu Cong."

Xu Cong was desperate and wanted to elope with me, but I saw he wasn't of any use to me, so I just made up some excuse about money and sex to get rid of him, and then he disappeared without a trace..."

Ling Bai lowered his head and remained silent. Every sip and every bite became a law. Comrade Xu Cong's last work, the level nine sealing-type soul tool, the Conferred God Platform, was still lying in his storage soul tool at this moment.

"Xu Cong's death is not a pity, but the Linglong Pavilion Mingde Hall's path to soul tools has been cut off, leaving them only with smuggling rare metals and ordinary sun and moon soul tools..." Ning Fengyu sighed.

"Fortunately, Xiao Tian is capable. In the past few months, he has successfully connected with that larger secret network, which is composed entirely of teachers and students from the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy. The leader of that network will come to the ninth floor of Linglong Pavilion this morning to discuss the details with me in person."

"To be able to obtain a large number of soul tools, that person must hold a pivotal position in the Mingde Hall. He might even be a greedy level nine soul master," Ling Bai guessed.

"Why worry about all that? As long as I can earn gold soul coins!"

Ning Fengyu stood up abruptly, her beautiful emerald eyes staring straight at Ling Bai: "With this bigger secret line, we will grow bigger and stronger and create new glories!"

Little White, do you want to join the great team of Linglong Pavilion and fight against my annoying older sister?

That wicked woman only ever asks me for money and soul-guided devices; she never even writes a single letter!

"I offer my heartfelt support to Aunt Yu, and I wish you success."

Ling Bai stretched. There's always someone who can subdue another. Even though Ning Fengyu is full of energy now, every time she returns to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, she's just Ning Fengya's foot-washing maid. The bloodline of her elder sister is there to suppress her, and Ning Fengyu doesn't dare to say a word.

As dawn broke, since the head of Mingde Hall's secret network was going to meet Ning Fengyu on the ninth floor of Linglong Pavilion early in the morning, Ling Bai couldn't stay here for too long. He decided to go to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy to visit Ning Tian and Wu Feng.

Refusing Ning Fengyu's farewell face wash, Ling Bai left Linglong Pavilion. Before the nine-colored gate, he brushed past a figure shrouded in black robes. The figure paused for a moment, muttering:

"The aura of the Thousand Enchantresses, there's no mistake. Every piece of mine bears a unique mark, but didn't I sell it to the Heavenly Soul Empire...?"

The morning sunlight shone on his exquisitely beautiful face. Ling Bai casually asked a passerby for directions and headed straight for the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.

"Open-air arena battle! Level 6 Soul Master Sword Maniac defends the arena! Everyone is welcome to come and watch and place bets!"

A male voice, amplified by a soul-guided amplifier, suddenly rang out.

The crowd suddenly stirred and rushed towards the distant arena. Ling Bai overheard the excited conversation between the two female soul masters.

"Sister, hurry! Sword Maniac is a regular in open-air arena battles. His real name is Ji Juechen. He's said to be an elite student of Mingde Hall. He's handsome and a great fighter. He's my dream guy!"

Catching a familiar name from his memory, Ling Bai looked up and gazed into the distance, where he saw a hexagonal open-air arena. In the center of the arena stood a young man in his twenties, with long black hair simply tied back. His face was unhealthy and pale, yet he was so handsome that ninety-nine percent of men would sigh at him.

He held a four-foot-long, jet-black sword in his arms. Its design was simple and unadorned. Compared to the conventional image of a sword, the one in Ji Juechen's arms actually looked more like a fire poker.

"The match will officially begin in fifteen minutes. Those who wish to place bets, please proceed to the work station next to me!"

The host's voice came through the amplified soul guide again.

"Today, our old friend Sword Maniac will face ten rounds of relentless gauntlet battles! Every opponent is a level six Soul Master of the same rank, and in the final round, he will face a powerful level seven Soul Master!"

The host shouted at the top of his lungs, and the audience responded enthusiastically, with cheers as loud as the waves.

"Open-air arena battle, begin!"

With a shout from the host, the soul-guided shield of the arena rose up. The sixth-level soul master opposite Ji Juechen instantly activated the soul-guided thruster on his back. To the surprise of many viewers, he did not rush towards Ji Juechen, but instead flew towards the edge of the arena.

As the battle began, Ji Juechen's dull, not-so-bright eyes suddenly shone with a fierce, unwavering fervor, his gaze fixed solely on the enemy and the sword in his hand.

Holding the sword with both hands, six perfectly matched soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and two black—emerged, exuding an incomparably sharp aura.

Sword Intent!

In an instant, Ji Juechen seemed to merge with the unassuming, dark longsword. With the infusion of soul power and sword intent, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and a soft humming sound spread out. Ji Juechen's aura also rose at an astonishing speed.

This sword strike, once unleashed, was sure to amaze everyone. Everyone held their breath, their burning gazes fixed on Ji Juechen, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

Ji Juechen made a move.

As if gliding on ice, he glided towards the sixth-level Soul Master opposite him. Before he even arrived, his sharp sword intent soared to its peak. The audience behind the Soul Guidance Shield of the arena could feel the sharp aura that seemed to want to split them in two.

As a level six Soul Master, he couldn't just sit and wait to die. Ji Juechen gathered his sword intent and transformed into a Soul Guidance Cannon. In an instant, all kinds of Soul Guidance Cannons and Soul Guidance Rays bombarded Ji Juechen.

Ji Juechen's response was simple: a thrusting slash.

"boom--"

When all the soul-guided cannons faced Ji Juechen's sword, they were like soft tofu meeting a sharp blade, instantly cut in two.

The next second, Ji Juechen's sword landed lightly on the head of the level six soul master.

A cold, indifferent voice rang out.

"Next."

Ji Juechen didn't linger. With a flicker, he disappeared from his bewildered opponent's sight, leaving behind a cool silhouette.

"Sword fanatic! Sword fanatic! Sword fanatic!"

Undoubtedly, this was a one-sided battle, but Douluo Continent is a world that admires the strong. Ji Juechen's strength and indifference were exactly the scene that the audience wanted to see, and the shouts from the audience were deafening.

"The nascent form of sword intent..."

The layman sees the spectacle, the expert sees the essence. Both practicing swordsmanship, Ling Bai saw through Ji Juechen's current limits and gradually comprehended the sword intent, walking on the right path of cultivation.

"Next."

Battle after battle, Ji Juechen won the ninth round and returned to where he had started. Looking at his opponent on the ground who was questioning his life, he sighed inwardly. The level of the open-air arena was still a bit low. It was already difficult to find a sixth-level soul master to fight against. His opponent in the last match was the first seventh-level soul master he had encountered since he started fighting.

The reason he came to the Mingdu Open-Air Arena to compete was not for the generous prize money, but because not many students of the same level at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy would accept his challenge.

Even among the higher-ranking seventh-level Soul Masters, very few were willing to challenge Ji Juechen. Everyone avoided him, terrified of being entangled with him.

The unparalleled sword intent was one aspect, but more importantly, the seventh-level soul masters didn't know whether to win or lose.

If you win, Ji Juechen will stick to you like glue, popping up every day like a random monster from the roadside bushes, demanding a sparring match, making it impossible for you to concentrate on your studies and cultivation.

Losing would be a disgrace. It would be embarrassing for a dignified level seven Soul Master to be defeated by someone who is neither a Soul Master nor a Soul Instructor. He couldn't bear the loss of face.

In the eyes of the teachers and students of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, Ji Juechen is an anomaly. Unlike most soul masters who force growth, although he has a third-level innate soul power, he has never taken any drugs to increase his soul power, nor does he know how to forge or use soul tools.

He stayed at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy and Mingde Hall only for the sake of challenges, because there were soul masters there who were stronger than him.

However, at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, few people were willing to interact with him, because apart from challenges, he remained silent every day, his eyes seemingly only on the sword in his arms. He would even talk to his sword, and would only occasionally respond when someone who had defeated him spoke to him.

Later, Jing Hongchen, the master of Mingde Hall, discovered Ji Juechen's fighting talent and thought he was a promising talent. He encouraged him to continue to challenge others and only made one request of him.

Each month, you can only choose one level 7 Soul Master to fight.

Even a level seven Soul Master is considered a high-end talent in the Sun Moon Empire, and it's impossible for them to let Ji Juechen hone his skills without permission.

Ji Juechen agreed, but his cultivation method of using battle to sustain himself was never satisfied. Finally, through the introduction of his only friend, he came to the open-air arena to fight, and he fought there for a whole year.

He glanced around with a slightly distracted expression. He wouldn't be coming back after defeating Ji Juechen today. The open-air arena no longer held much meaning for him. He craved a stronger opponent, preferably one who could fully unleash the sword intent within him.

"Um?"

It was just because I glanced at it in the crowd.

Ji Juechen let out a soft exclamation, looking down at the handsome young man with golden hair and eyes, his eyes sharp as swords.

The moment Ji Juechen saw the blond youth, the nascent sword intent he had been nurturing suddenly stirred with a long-lost thirst for battle, as if it wanted to burst through his chest and fight him to the bitter end, until the world turned upside down!

I knew it was him from the look in his eyes!

Glancing at the level seven soul master opposite him, who looked as if facing a formidable enemy, Ji Juechen made up his mind. Facing the handsome young man from afar, he held his sword with both hands and said loudly:

"Brother, I am Ji Juechen, the sword fanatic, and I challenge you to a duel!"

(End of this chapter)