In Douluo Continent, he tricked Xiao Wu into giving him a soul ring.

At this point, he sighed again, turned his back to Qian Renxue, and said with a sigh, "Perhaps she has already made changes. You can try to ease the tension between you."

“If she really wanted to change, she should come to me herself, not me looking for her. Even if Father did something unforgivable to her, she shouldn’t blame me for it.” A tear silently slid down Qian Renxue’s beautiful face. Lan Si immediately took out the handkerchief that Qian Renxue had once given him from his soul tool and wiped away her tears.

Then he held her hand tightly to comfort her.

Feeling the warmth of Lan Si's palm, Qian Renxue felt inexplicably better. She let out a long sigh, easing the vexation in her heart.

"Enough, enough. I've always believed that one day you'll understand each other." Qian Daoliu sighed helplessly, glancing at Lan Si beside Qian Renxue out of the corner of his eye, and said indifferently, "You're Lan Si?"

"Your son-in-law greets Grandfather." Lan Si nodded in greeting.

"Good, very good." As he spoke, a surge of golden soul power burst forth from within the Thousand Streams, engulfing Lan Si's entire body.

Lan Si sensed something was wrong and immediately pushed Qian Renxue away, releasing his Azure Lotus Domain. In an instant, he felt as if he had fallen into an abyss; the immense pressure made it hard for him to breathe. His upper body bent slightly, and he almost fell to the ground, his face turning bright red as he nearly suffocated.

Left with no other choice, he had to activate the Supreme Divine Universe Technique and release the Azure Lotus Martial Soul.

Four spirit rings—two yellow, one purple, and one black—rose from beneath his feet. A bluish-white flame condensed around him, transforming into a gigantic blue lotus over two meters in diameter. This blocked some of the oppressive force released by Qian Daoliu. Only then did he feel much better and struggle to his feet.

A hint of surprise flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes. "A talent domain? That's quite interesting. At such a young age, your soul power has reached level fifty, and you've even mastered a talent domain. It seems you're not just an empty shell. You were actually able to withstand the pressure of my level fifty soul power. In that case..."

As he spoke, Qian Daoliu increased the pressure of his soul power.

With a cracking sound, the ground beneath Lan Si's feet suddenly split open. Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead. This time, the soul power pressure released by Qian Daoliu had soared to level fifty-five. Keep in mind, this was the soul power pressure released by a level ninety-nine peerless Douluo; the depth of his soul power was unparalleled on the continent.

Although he was only level 55, he was by no means someone a level 55 Soul Master could contend with. In fact, even a Soul Emperor would be instantly crushed to the ground. Not to mention Lan Si, a quasi-Soul King who had not yet obtained his fifth Soul Ring.

At this moment, Qian Renxue also realized what was happening and hurriedly spoke up to stop him, "Grandpa, no!"

But Qian Daoliu showed no sign of stopping. Helpless, Qian Renxue had to step forward to defend Lan Si herself, but Lan Si stopped her, saying, "Xue'er, don't. Your grandfather is just testing me."

"Am I right? Grand...Grandpa?" A faint voice echoed in the Douluo Hall. Lan Si raised his handsome face, his body trembling slightly, and struggled to stand up again. He looked at Qian Daoliu's tall and imposing figure and said solemnly.

"Hmph. Let's hold on for now." Qian Daoliu snorted coldly and increased his soul power output again. He gained another level, reaching level fifty-six.

Lan Si frowned, not daring to be careless. He withstood the pressure of Qian Daoliu's soul power. A pale purple halo appeared behind him, and eight pale purple, semi-transparent spider spears were released, piercing the ground and supporting Lan Si's body. Lan Si felt much better, his whole body relaxed, and he regained his original composure.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, she gained a deeper understanding of her boyfriend's physical strength.

But Qian Daoliu didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. He continued to increase his soul power output.

When Lan Si reached level fifty-nine, she could no longer hold on. She looked up at the sky and let out a painful roar, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

"Grandpa, no..." Qian Renxue's voice trembled as she tried to step forward several times, but was stopped by Lan Si's eyes.

Qian Daoliu still intended to stop, instead raising his soul power to level sixty. Even the Soul-Devouring Eight Spider Lances couldn't withstand this. With a crack, the four spider spears supporting Lan Si's center of gravity snapped. He could no longer hold on, and his body collapsed to the ground.

The Fairy Tree Romance

"Ah Si..." Upon seeing this, Qian Renxue could no longer care about anything else and was about to rush forward.

Just then, lightning suddenly surged from Lan Si's body, and he grasped a black hammer with a brilliant golden spiral pattern inlaid on its surface.

"Drink..." Lan Si shouted, gripping the Haotian Bamboo Shoot with both hands and slamming it to the ground.

Chapter 276 Ning Rongrong and Tang Yuehua's Invitation

Lan already knew two of them: Ning Fengzhi and her daughter Ning Rongrong.

The remaining person was someone Lan Si had never seen before; she was a mature woman dressed in a long court dress. At first glance, she appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, but her eyes seemed to have seen through everything in the world, far beyond what a woman of that age could possess. Her demeanor was extremely noble, and strangely, this woman showed no trace of soul power fluctuations, clearly indicating she was not a soul master.

As expected, it will be Tang Yuehua, the master of Yuexuan Pavilion.

When Ning Fengzhi saw Qian Renxue bringing Lan Si over, he naturally stepped forward to greet them, "Qinghe, what brings you here? Rongrong is about to succeed as the next sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and I was planning to train her in aristocratic etiquette. I didn't expect to run into her here. May I ask who this is?"

At this point, Ning Fengzhi turned his gaze to Lan Si beside him. He was immediately struck by her beauty. At less than twenty years old, she possessed soul power fluctuations approaching those of a Soul Emperor. Coupled with her stunning appearance, which even he found breathtaking, it was no wonder that his precious daughter was infatuated with her.

For some reason, he always felt that Lan Si exuded an extremely strong bloody aura. It was as if he had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, which made him frown slightly.

Seeing Ning Fengzhi's knowing look, Qian Renxue couldn't help but roll her eyes. Suppressing the urge to curse, she introduced, "Teacher, let me introduce you. This is Brother Ritian, Tang Ritian, A Si's good brother. He just returned from his training outside. For some reason, he asked me to find this place."

God's Arrival

As soon as Qian Renxue finished speaking, Tang Yuehua suddenly stepped forward, releasing a gentle wave. The wave emanating from her was elegant and natural, so gentle that it seemed capable of soothing all the sorrows in the world.

In a daze, Ning Fengzhi seemed to feel that the bloody aura on Lan Si had dissipated a little.

Tang Yuehua asked with a serious expression, "You've been to the City of Slaughter?"

Lan Si nodded slowly, without denying it.

"The Slaughter City?" Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi was shocked and speechless. The Slaughter City—others might not know about this place, but how could he, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, one of the three upper sects, not know about it? It was a place where people truly ate each other.

Those who emerge from this ordeal invariably become unparalleled powerhouses of their time. Examples include Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect and Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

The young man in front of him actually came from the City of Slaughter. No wonder he could smell an extremely strong bloody aura on him. He really did come from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Wait...doesn't that mean the other party has obtained the Killing God Domain?

If that's the case, then it would be a truly pleasant surprise.

"Dad, what kind of place is the Killing Capital?" Ning Rongrong, who was standing to the side, looked at Lan Si with a complicated expression and couldn't help but ask Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and explained, "That place is a true cannibalistic place, said to have been created by a god a thousand years ago. It's a paradise for killers, where soul skills cannot be used. Once you enter, even a Title Douluo can hardly come out. To get out, you must undergo a hundred life-or-death trials inside and obtain the title of God of Slaughter. Legend has it that anyone who can break through will obtain a domain-type skill called God of Slaughter, and their strength will far surpass that of other soul masters of the same level."

At this point, he turned his gaze back to Lan Si, his eyes immediately revealing undisguised admiration, "This young brother Ritian must have already obtained the God of Slaughter Domain."

"I dare not accept such praise." Lan Si replied with just three words, without ever glancing at Ning Rongrong once.

Seeing that Lan Si did not deny it, Ning Fengzhi nodded approvingly and said to Tang Yuehua beside him, "Master, since this is your student, then I will not bother you any longer."

"Sect Leader Ning, please proceed." Tang Yuehua bowed gracefully.

Ning Fengzhi nodded, gave Lan Si a deep look, and then gave Ning Rongrong an expectant and encouraging look, instructing her, "Rongrong, be good here. I'll come back to pick you up after you graduate."

At this point, he said to Qian Renxue, "Qinghe, it's been a long time since we, master and disciple, have seen each other. Let's go outside and talk."

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Qian Renxue gave the answer that Xue Qinghe should have given, without refusing.

Ning Fengzhi and Qian Renxue left.

Tang Yuehua then began arranging rooms for Lan Si and Ning Rongrong. Perhaps intentionally, Ning Rongrong's room was placed next to Lan Si's. The two lived on the fourth floor, becoming the only two residents outside of Yuexuan.

In the afternoon, after attending Tang Yuehua's etiquette class, under the influence of the aristocratic circle, Lan Si's murderous aura subsided somewhat. He returned to his room and was about to cultivate when a knock sounded at the door.

Lan Si frowned slightly and said calmly, "Please come in."

With a creak, the room door was pushed open, and Ning Rongrong, who had changed into a long court dress, walked in with elegant steps.

Perhaps because Lan Si hadn't completely shed his former allure, she was somewhat afraid of his gaze and dared not meet his gaze. "Brother Tang Ritian, I...I didn't disturb you, did I...?"

Lan Si shook his head and said calmly, "Miss Ning, is there anything I can help you with? It's getting dark, and it wouldn't be appropriate for you to suddenly walk into a grown man's room."

"Don't misunderstand, I ran into Master Xuan when I was going upstairs. She asked me to call you and tell you to wait for her on the fifth floor." Hearing this, Ning Rongrong blushed and quickly explained.

"Is that so? Thank you very much. I'll go right away." Lan Si slowly stood up, and just as she was about to pass Ning Rongrong, she suddenly felt her sleeve tighten and stopped in her tracks.

Looking back, I saw Ning Rongrong clutching the hem of her sleeve, her head bowed, her pretty face flushed.

"Miss Ning, is there anything else?" Lan Si frowned slightly.

"It's still early. After I finish talking with Madam, can we go for a walk in the streets together?" Ning Rongrong raised her beautiful face, her bright eyes staring straight at Lan Si, looking as if she would cry if he didn't agree.

Lan Si frowned even more, and with his other hand he reached for the hem of Ning Rongrong's clothes and tugged at it lightly. The hem of the clothes instantly slipped from Ning Rongrong's grasp, and he decisively refused: "Sorry, I'm not in the right state to go shopping."

After saying that, he walked out of the room, leaving Ning Rongrong looking completely bewildered.

........

A moment later, Lan Si arrived at Tang Yuehua's private space, the top floor of Yuexuan, which was the fifth floor.

This was a huge hall, decorated even more elegantly than the fourth floor, with all the furnishings made of sandalwood, giving the entire floor a subtle fragrance.

Entering the hall and looking at the four large doors that seemed to lead nowhere, Lan Si felt a pang of emotion. These rich people really know how to enjoy life; they've even gotten into the realm of elegance.

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Chapter 277 Breaking Through Level 60

————Wait half an hour————

Lan Si stood still, raising his left hand to summon the icy blue lotus above his head. At the same time, the fourth black soul ring on his body suddenly shone brightly, and his fourth soul skill, Azure Lotus Sword, finally erupted.

The moment the fourth black spirit ring on Lan Si lit up, almost all the spectators in the entire Great Soul Arena, except for the VIP stands, stood up at the same time. The whole arena erupted in cheers and exclamations. Everyone stared intently at Lan Si, wanting to see what the only ten-thousand-year spirit skill since the start of the Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies across the continent was.

The bluish-white flames covering the surface of the ice-blue lotus surged, then slowly rose and condensed into the shape of a sword. The moment Lan Si raised his hand to grasp it, the bluish-white flames instantly vanished, revealing a strange sword hilt. With a wave of his hand, a strange longsword with a blade covered in bluish-white flames came into view.

The icy vortex formed by the fusion of Shui Bing'er and Xue Wu's martial souls was instantly disintegrated under the residual power of the sword, without harming Lan Si in the slightest. In fact, Lan Si's clothes were not even soaked before being evaporated by the high temperature.

From the direction of Shrek Academy, Yu Xiaogang suddenly stood up, shouting in shock, unable to control his emotions, "No, this is impossible! It's actually an extremely rare weapon-type soul skill! How... how is this possible?" In his understanding, the only one who possessed a weapon-type soul skill was the deceased former Pope Qian Xunji.

At this moment, Tang San's face was full of solemnity. Back when Shrek Academy fought against Tianshui Academy, he was defeated by this move from Shui Bing'er and Xue Wu.

While he was wary of the falling snow, a bad premonition arose in his heart. For some reason, the moment Lan Si summoned the strange longsword, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. He had felt this feeling once before, when he established a mysterious and wonderful connection with the Blue Silver Grass while practicing the Distraction Control Technique given to him by Ning Rongrong.

Could it be that Lan Si's fourth spirit ring was taken from a ten-thousand-year-old Blue Silver Grass spirit beast?

Not only the audience stands, but also the VIP stands erupted in gasps. Who could have imagined that in this preliminary round, they would not only witness a ten-thousand-year spirit ring, but also an extremely rare weapon-type spirit skill?

"A weapon-type soul skill? It seems that A-Si is even stronger than I imagined." Ning Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief, his tone quite moved.

"Sect Master Ning, are weapon-type soul skills very strong? How are they different from ordinary ten-thousand-year soul skills?" Emperor Xueye paused for a moment, looking at Ning Fengzhi with some curiosity. Although he was also a soul master, his talent was average, and he was not enthusiastic about cultivation. He knew very little about these extremely rare weapon-type soul skills.

Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly and explained, "Your Majesty, ordinary attack-type ten-thousand-year soul skills, no matter how powerful or strong they are, are generally one-time consumables. Once used, they must be used again. But weapon-type ten-thousand-year soul skills are different, especially weapon attack soul skills like those for spears or swords. They are extremely powerful in attack and can also be used as weapons. It's not an exaggeration to say that they give people a weapon soul with a soul skill. It is said that there is also a weapon-type soul bone with a similar effect, but this type of soul bone is even rarer than external soul bones."

"A weapon spirit with a soul skill? Heh... It seems Qinghe has truly recruited an unparalleled genius for my Heaven Dou Empire." A hint of joy was clearly visible in Emperor Xue Ye's eyes. Lan Si can now be said to be completely tied to the same chariot as the Heaven Dou royal family. It is said that he recently received a ten-thousand-year-old head soul bone from Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.

The stronger Lan Si becomes, the happier Xue Ye is. His deliberate mention of Lan Si's relationship with Xue Qinghe is clearly a message to Salas, who is standing nearby, not to try anything with Lan Si.

This almost made Salas burst out laughing. He pretended to look disgusted, but a hint of schadenfreude flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself, "Laugh, laugh. You'll have your day. If you knew that Lan Si had become the son-in-law of our Spirit Hall, I wonder if you'd still be able to laugh."

"I'd better use the second stage of Ice Phoenix, 'Frosty Snowfall,' otherwise these tiny ice blades won't even get close to me, let alone defeat me." Staring at the dark clouds above the arena, Lan Si raised his left hand, and a ring of pale white flame light materialized around him. The vortex of ice and snow formed by countless tiny ice blades was vaporized by the high temperature generated by the pale white flame light before it could even approach Lan Si. It couldn't get any closer.

Inside the blue pillar of light, Shui Bing'er's expression was somewhat unpleasant. Although she had already greatly underestimated Lan Si's strength, she realized that the pressure was unprecedented when she actually faced him directly.

Shui Bing'er was in charge of the falling snow, so she could clearly sense the condition of the snowflakes at that moment.

Those bluish-white flames were a form of energy with a temperature exceeding that of Huo Wu's fourth soul skill, Fiery Sun Blaze, in her fused state. If things continued as they were, she and Xue Wu might not even be able to touch Lan Si, let alone defeat him, once their soul power was completely exhausted.

Since that's the case...