Douluo: The Glory of the Peerless Angel

"Powerful, wealthy, generous, lacking soul masters... It sounds like they're trying to scam you out of your money, practically throwing resources at you."

"Let's put joining the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School aside for now. Tell me how you discovered me?"

Ling Bai was puzzled. So many titled Douluo were kept in the dark, how could an eighth-level Soul Master see through the truth?

Lin Jiaran stretched out two slender fingers and pointed to her beautiful face:

"I am the creator of Thousand Enchantresses."

I have a bad habit: I leave a unique mark on every soul tool I make myself, and my martial soul can sense each mark.

As soon as she finished speaking, a powerful spiritual force spread out, and Lin Jiaran's cheeks were instantly covered with a layer of fine purple dragon scales, and her eyes also changed into the vertical pupils of a dragon.

"The Fear Dragon..."

Ling Bai removed the Thousand Enchantress Mask and, sure enough, found a glittering L-shaped mark on the inside, which allowed him to piece together the whole story.

The Fear Dragon is a subspecies of earth dragon, belonging to a very mediocre bloodline in the dragon lineage, but possessing a rare spiritual attribute martial soul.

He remembered that day when he forced his way into Mingde Hall, Lin Jiaran was also blocking the Body Sect experts in the underground space. It was probably at that time that he sensed the mark on Qianmei Yaorong's face, and thus confirmed the connection between the Six-Winged Angel and the Death Prison Douluo.

Lin Jiaran released and then immediately withdrew her martial spirit, her eyes burning with determination. "I have already shown you my sincerity. I have no interest in upholding justice. On the contrary, I want to join the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School and collude with you."

"What do you mean by 'colluding in evil'? Put it more elegantly." Ling Bai's face darkened.

"That means we share the same interests."

Lin Jiaran readily agreed, adjusting her silver-rimmed glasses to reveal the air of a highly educated person: "You may not know me, so let me formally introduce myself, consider this my resume and job application."

Lin Jiaran, age unknown, martial soul: Fear Demon Dragon, soul power level 84, level 8 soul master, second chief researcher of Mingde Hall.

The research direction of Soul Guidance is dual cultivation of spiritual and military types.

You're quite comfortable using Thousand Charms and Demonic Appearance, aren't you? Transforming a broken 100,000-year-old soul bone that couldn't be absorbed by humans into a peak level eight soul tool represents my highest achievement in the spiritual realm.

I excel at crafting various high-powered long-range and fixed-position soul tools, earning me the nickname "Human Powder Kasemblage." In terms of destructive power alone, I am the undisputed number one below level nine in the Mingde Hall. Once my soul power surpasses level ninety in the future, even those long-established, veteran level nine soul masters will be unable to rival me.

Ling Bai nodded slightly: "Your resume is brilliant, and you are the second chief researcher of the Soul Master Holy Land. There was not a single level nine Soul Master in the original Three Kingdoms of Douluo Continent. With your joining, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School will undoubtedly experience a qualitative leap."

"But Mingdetang has treated you well, so why do you insist on leaving? Being too constrained and bored are not valid reasons. I want to hear the truth."

Lin Jiaran frowned, then slowly relaxed her brows after a moment, her gaze distant: "I have a soul tool that I desperately want to perfect and create, but that soul tool requires a lot of resources. Mingde Hall did not support me; they chose to continue researching humanoid soul tools based on the work of their predecessors."

Left with no other choice, I had to find a way to make money myself, so I started a clandestine operation to smuggle Mingde Hall soul tools. Oh, by the way, Linglong Pavilion should be an affiliated force of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School. I first met you there; that day, I discussed the quantity and price of the smuggled items with the Pavilion Master.

"You're the mastermind behind this conspiracy..." Ling Bai exclaimed.

Lin Jiaran calmly said, "My elder brother, Lin Jiayi, is the Dean of Studies at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy and also Jing Hongchen's most trusted subordinate. With his protection, I was able to take away some level seven and eight soul tools without lifting a finger."

I made a lot of money by smuggling Mingdetang soul tools, but my talent for cultivation is not high. I need to find secret medicine to break through my soul power and purchase rare metals to complete the production.

The secret medicines that work on Contra are all expensive, and rare metals are even more astronomical. The benefits of smuggling are just a drop in the ocean.

After much consideration, I decided to leave the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School's wealth rivals that of the Mingde Hall. With you, the Death Prison Douluo, in charge, the sect is safe and secure. Moreover, it is severely lacking in high-level Soul Masters. If I were to join, I would undoubtedly become the chief Soul Master. With the support of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, I am certain I can realize my ideals.

Ling Bai asked with some curiosity, "What kind of soul tool do you want to make that would force a level eight soul master to leave his homeland and defect to another country?"

"My ancestors were from the Heavenly Soul Empire. A thousand years ago, they moved to the Sun Moon Empire. Now, I'm returning home after completing my studies, not leaving my homeland," Lin Jiaran corrected earnestly. "That soul tool is called Crimson Dawn. I have high expectations for it. It has the destructive power to change the course of a war."

Anyone with eyes can see that a new war is imminent between the Three Kingdoms and the Sun Moon Empire in the Douluo Continent. I will prove to the old fogies of Mingde Hall that only in times of peace can one truly focus on researching humanoid soul tools. War is about slaughter and destruction, using tragic bloodshed to usher in a thousand years of dawn.

"If you put it that way, I'm actually looking forward to the arrival of Crimson Dawn." Ling Bai clapped lightly.

"You agree?"

Lin Jiaran relaxed and opened her fair palm: "I've encountered a bottleneck in my cultivation, and I'd like to buy some rare metals while I'm at it. Give me 20 million first, and I'll ask you for more if it's not enough."

Ling Bai's expression was strange. Why was this woman acting like a money-devouring beast, always asking for money?

Two gold cards spun through the air and flew into Lin Jiaran's hand, along with a soul contract. Ling Bai's clear voice then rang out:

"My money isn't so easy to take; I'll sign my name on it."

Lin Jiaran looked at the soul contract. It wasn't a contract of servitude. It simply stated that within five years, the true identity of the Death Prison Douluo must not be revealed to anyone in any way. If the contract was broken, the soul would collapse and the person would die.

With a flourish, he signed his name, and the soul contract shattered into specks of light that fell into Lin Jia Ran's sea of ​​consciousness. Understanding Ling Bai's concerns, she nonchalantly took the initiative to say:

"Is five years enough? How about changing it to a lifetime?"

"Five years from now, whoever I say is the Death Prison Douluo, that person will be the Death Prison Douluo."

Sensing that imposing aura, Lin Jiaran's delicate body trembled slightly. She suddenly recalled the information about the person in front of her. He was not even sixteen years old, but he was already a Soul Saint with a God-level Martial Soul. His combat power was close to that of a Title Douluo, and he was also riding a level 96 Ultimate Death Bone Dragon.

He is currently wary of his Death Prison Douluo identity being exposed. Five years later, with the Title Douluo Six-Winged Angel and the Death Prison Bone Dragon, one saint and one evil will sweep across the world, calling a deer a horse. What can the world do then?

"If you really become that powerful, then my Crimson Dawn will be useless." She seemed to be joking, but also implying something.

Ling Bai smiled noncommittally, tossed the Thousand Enchantress in his hand, and said:

"Since you're the creator of the Thousand Enchantresses skin, I'll get straight to the point. As my mental strength has gradually increased, the second skill of the Thousand Enchantresses skin, Mental Barrier, has become negligible. Could you help me upgrade it?"

Lin Jiaran pondered for a moment, then cautiously said, "The core of the Thousand Demonic Appearance is the damaged head soul bone of the 100,000-year-old Thousand Demonic Fox. The prerequisite for upgrading is to repair that soul bone."

Over the years, my soul guidance skills have made some breakthroughs, and I am quite confident that I can officially help Qianmei Yaorong enter the ninth level.

You need to find a head soul bone with a spiritual attribute of over 50,000 years, and a 10,000-year-old head secret technique soul bone as an adhesive. You'll be responsible for paying for the other rare metals, and I'll be responsible for purchasing them. The upgrade will be completed in about a week.

Ling Bai's heart was bleeding, but he had no choice but to nod in agreement. He reached out and took out the 70,000-year-old Evil Eye Tyrant head soul bone and a 10 million gold card that the Ancient Demon Douluo had dropped, and said:

"These are spirit-attribute soul bones and gold soul coins. The arcane soul bone will be delivered tomorrow."

Mystic Soul Bones are the easiest soul bones to obtain. As the most prosperous city among the four great empires, Mingdu allows you to easily acquire them by spending a little more money.

"The exchange students from the two academies will have more than a year left. During this time, you should handle everything properly. I will write a letter of recommendation to the sect leader in advance, and then you can resign and go to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to take up your post," Ling Bai said.

"no problem."

For Lin Jiaran, it doesn't matter where she conducts her research.

"Yes, there's one more thing."

Ling Bai waved his hand, and two fat, bloated abominations huffed and puffed as they carried over a huge metal figure. The two liches each held a God-Sealing Platform and a stack of blueprints, which they respectfully handed to Lin Jiaran.

Upon seeing the metal figure, Lin Jiaran's pupils suddenly contracted. As the second chief researcher of Mingde Hall, she naturally recognized the humanoid soul tool.

With a premonition, he took the stack of blueprints and discovered that they were indeed the twenty-one level-nine soul tool blueprints stolen from Mingde Hall. The techniques used at the Conferred God Platform were quite familiar, resembling the work of Xu Cong, the former chief researcher of Mingde Hall.

Ling Baifeng said calmly, "The 20 million I gave you before was your salary. I will ask the sect leader to send you medicine and push you to the Title Douluo level as soon as possible. These blueprints and soul tools are useless to others, and they won't understand them anyway. You can take them and study them first."

We'll provide the medicine and rare metals; just tell us how much it costs. The sect leader and I only care about the results.

We hope to manufacture our own level-nine soul tool in the shortest possible time.

The air of nouveau riche was overwhelming, and Lin Jiaran almost couldn't maintain her serious teacher image, muttering to herself:

"I made the right choice! I came to the right place!"

……

Ten days later, at the Mingdu Qingse Hotel.

The Green Inn is one of the important strongholds of the Evening Water Alliance, located only two kilometers from the Sun Moon Empire's palace, in an absolutely prime location.

The hotel's decor is elegant, with white porcelain decorations everywhere, occasionally accented with bright red, as if foreshadowing blood amidst the whiteness.

"Useless, all of them are useless!"

Nangong Wan, the leader of the Xishui Alliance, sat in the main seat of the council hall, his aura surging. He glared at the evil soul masters under his command and roared, "Two months have passed, and we haven't even found a hair on the Death Prison Douluo! What use are you to me?!"

One of the evil soul masters, on the verge of tears, said, "Alliance Leader, Death Prison Douluo is a super evil Douluo of his generation. If he insists on hiding, how can we possibly find him?"

Enraged, Nangong Wan slapped the man across the face, instantly turning him into a pool of blood mist. The evil spirit masters lowered their heads in fear, each one looking more docile than a quail.

"I, the Alliance Leader, have already made a promise before the Cult Master that I will definitely invite Death Prison Douluo to join the Holy Cult." Nangong Wan's tone was icy. "I'm giving you seven more days. No matter what method you use, dig three feet into the ground, kowtow and burn incense, and invite Death Prison Douluo to come to me!"

"There's no need for them to invite me; I've come uninvited."

The main gate shattered with a loud crash, and a sinister-looking young man with black hair and black eyes stormed into the council hall against the light. Beneath him was a ferocious, pale white bone dragon, which remained in a claw-waving posture.

"Prison Douluo!"

This overwhelming sense of oppression enveloped the entire hall, much to Nangong Wan's surprise and delight.

"The Evening Water Alliance is searching for me everywhere. What, are they eager to die?"

Ling Bai sneered, and the Death Prison Bone Dragon let out a deafening roar in response.

The name of the Death Prison Douluo was extremely famous. The dragon's roar terrified the evil soul masters of the Xishui Alliance in an instant, and they hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy. Nangong Wan's face also turned pale. His soul power was only level 93, and he was really struggling to face the Death Prison Bone Dragon alone.

Nangong Wan swallowed hard, kicked each of his men in the backside, and said fiercely, "Get out of here! I have important matters to discuss with Death Prison Douluo!"

The evil spirit masters fled the room in a panic, and Nangong Wan then revealed a warm smile: "Brother Death Prison, you misunderstand. My name is Nangong Wan, my title is Heavenly Centipede, I am the leader of the Evening Water Alliance, and also the Second Elder of the Holy Sect."

"The Sunset Alliance represents the Holy Church; seeking your help brings immense wealth!"

"I'll tell you all about the immense wealth. If I'm not satisfied, you'll die the same way that idiot just died."

"As expected of the Death Prison Douluo..."

Cold sweat poured down Nangong Wan's forehead. The formidable record of the Death Prison Douluo put him under immense pressure: "Holy light shines upon the earth, the Holy Spirit descends upon the world, and our church is called the Holy Spirit Church."

Brother Death Prison has been incredibly popular on Douluo Continent in recent years, but I must tell you, there are always people more powerful than you, and there is always something beyond your reach. You are not the number one evil soul master on the continent.

The soul power of the Holy Sect's leader and vice-leader both surpasses yours, and the Supreme Leader is an unparalleled evil soul master at the Limit Douluo level!

"Limit Douluo, that's interesting, but unfortunately it's irrelevant to me, and it's not a wealthy position."

Ling Bai moved forward slowly, with the Death Prison Bone Dragon following closely behind, showing signs of an impending attack. Nangong Wan moved forward in sync with him, his face tense, as if the two would clash at any moment.

Suddenly, Nangong Wan pulled out a storage soul tool with lightning speed and handed it over with both hands.

Ling Bai took it and scanned it with his mental energy. It was filled with rare metals and a large stack of gold cards.

Skillfully pocketing the bribe, Ling Bai shook hands with Nangong Wan and said warmly, "Second Elder, you're too kind. The Holy Sect is indeed exceptionally wealthy..."

He subtly expressed a hint of interest in going to the Holy Spirit Church for a buffet.

"Hehe, Brother Death Prison will surely be the leader's right-hand man. We will all be colleagues in the future, and the Evening Water Alliance will not be able to do without Brother Death Prison's care."

Nangong Wan smiled knowingly. The fact that the Death Prison Douluo had looted Mingde Hall showed that he was inherently greedy. Even evil soul masters couldn't escape the temptations of power, money, and lust. The Xishui Alliance had a million ways to satisfy the Death Prison Douluo's desires.

Ling Bai laughed heartily: "Brother Nangong is truly a timely rain in Mingdu! Meeting you today is like meeting a long-lost friend!"

Nangong Wan laughed even louder: "Brother Siyu, your esteemed presence on our humble land brings honor to our Xishui Alliance!"

With the addition of Brother Death Prison, the Holy Church can grow stronger and create new glories!

I've prepared a table of food and wine; please, Brother Death Prisoner!

"Brother Nangong, please!"

(End of this chapter)