Douluo: When the piano sounds, the hidden weapon returns to the factory

Chapter 33 Curse
Feng Yao led Xue Qinghe through several rooms, finally stopping before the room he often used, under Xue Qinghe's puzzled gaze. Slowly pushing the door open, Feng Yao explained, "Your Highness, I often meditate in this room. I've had many strange ideas here, so I've gotten used to it."

Xue Qinghe nodded and smiled, "I see."

"Your Highness, please take a seat." Feng Yao found a cushion and made a gesture of invitation.

Xue Qinghe elegantly lifted up his skirt and sat cross-legged, while Feng Yao gently sat down opposite him and placed the "Fuxi" guqin horizontally on his knees.

"Your Highness, please concentrate your attention and remember the trajectory of your soul power." Feng Yao stroked the strings with his fingertips, and the sound flowed like a clear spring.

Xue Qinghe nodded slightly and slowly closed his eyes. As the first note sounded, he immediately felt that familiar, mystical sensation surge again. Unlike the previous passive acceptance, this time he clearly sensed the soul power flowing slowly along specific meridians within his body. Then, following Feng Yao's instructions, he focused his full attention on the flow of his soul power.

Any observer would have been amazed at how their breathing was completely synchronized, even the slightest rhythm of inhalation and exhalation being perfectly in sync. Dots of blue light enveloped them.

Once Xue Qinghe had fully mastered the technique, he began actively guiding his soul power, feeling an unprecedented sense of exhilaration. This method of actively drawing on the energy of heaven and earth was far more efficient than passive meditation. An expression of ecstasy unconsciously emerged on his handsome face.

Seeing that Xue Qinghe was getting better, Feng Yao quietly released his mental power, which wrapped around Xue Qinghe like a thread, carefully feeling the flow of Xue Qinghe's soul power.

Xue Qinghe subconsciously frowned. She was no third-rate spirit master. If she couldn't sense the presence of spiritual power, she would have subconsciously counterattacked in the past. But he also wanted to know what Feng Yao was planning, so he endured it and continued to maintain his spirit power.

At this moment, Xue Qinghe's soul power is running like a huge gear, and what Feng Yao has to do is to make his small gear mesh perfectly with it.

As the resonance deepened, Feng Yao's soul power circulation speed suddenly increased. He was secretly shocked: "As expected of a Soul Emperor level cultivation, according to the calculation of Xuantian Gong, it is the sixth level. This operating efficiency is almost twice as fast as mine."

At this time, Xue Qinghe also felt that the efficiency of his soul power circulation showed an upward trend again. Although the improvement was not much, it was definitely noticeable.

Feeling Feng Yao's mental power quietly receding, Xue Qinghe also let down his guard against Feng Yao and gradually immersed himself in cultivation.

The next morning, Feng Yao slowly woke up from deep cultivation, and what caught his eyes was a stunning woman with golden hair like a waterfall.

Her golden hair spread out like streams of sunlight, each strand as if kissed by the morning light, gleaming with a dazzling luster. Her exquisite features were now fully revealed—her skin as delicate and flawless as the finest mutton-fat jade, shimmering with a faint pearly sheen in the morning light; her once gentle eyes now took on the purest gold, their corners slightly tilted upward, exuding an innate nobility and sharpness.

Feng Yao subconsciously rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he was hallucinating from his practice. When he opened his eyes again, Qian Renxue had also woken up from her practice.

Looking at Feng Yao's extremely surprised expression, Qian Renxue asked doubtfully, "Xiao Feng."

A clear and pleasant female voice echoed, and Feng Yao was finally convinced that the scene before him was not an illusion. Qian Renxue seemed to realize something as well. When she looked down and saw the distinct curve of her chest, the image of the gentle prince instantly froze.

"While practicing this technique, I unconsciously used up all of my soul power. The effect of the soul bone should have disappeared at this time." A trace of regret flashed in Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes.

The two fell into an eerie silence. Feng Yao looked at Qian Renxue's increasingly dangerous eyes and quickly waved his hand: "Your Highness, please understand. This technique is not capable of turning you into a woman!"

Qian Renxue heard this, and a dangerous smile appeared on her lips. "You're quite clever." She elegantly smoothed her scattered golden hair. "I can let you go, but I'll have to exchange it for a secret of sufficient weight."

Feng Yao acted as if he was deeply distressed. "I am utterly loyal to Your Highness, even teaching you my own techniques. How could there be any secrets?"

"Stop playing dumb!" Qian Renxue suddenly stood up, her six spirit rings suddenly blooming, and her robes fluttered in the wind with such powerful pressure. She leaned forward, her delicate face close at hand. "Do you think I don't know? This technique is clearly using me to accelerate my cultivation."

"This is called mutual benefit and win-win." Feng Yao looked at the delicate face, his Adam's apple rising subconsciously, and leaned back imperceptibly. "Hasn't your cultivation speed also increased? I really have nothing to hide anymore."

Qian Renxue stared into Feng Yao's eyes, feeling torn for a moment. Her intuition told her that this young man was hiding more secrets, and it would be a pity to kill him. Feng Yao was a chess piece of great importance and potential, but if she let him go, wouldn't she be caught by Feng Yao?

Sunlight shone through the windowsill, creating a rainbow of colors. Qian Renxue seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly a smile spread across her face. That smile was like ice just beginning to melt, breathtakingly beautiful. She gracefully straightened up, the shadow of a six-winged angel looming behind her. "I want you to be my sharpest sword in the Tiandou Imperial Family."

Feng Yao's pupils shrank slightly, and a look of confusion crossed his face. Qian Renxue didn't give him a chance to think. The shadow of the angel behind her shone brightly with golden light. She stood in the morning light, her golden hair like a waterfall, and the shadow of the six-winged angel stretched out behind her, sacred and majestic.

Her voice was no longer disguised, it was cold and firm, as if the heaven and earth were witnessing her at this moment. She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, slightly opened her cherry lips, and uttered a few ancient syllables.

Feng Yao looked at Qian Renxue in confusion, not knowing what she was trying to do. Seeing Qian Renxue's increasingly pious expression, Feng Yao thought to himself, "Is she praying?"

Feng Yao, who couldn't figure out Qian Renxue's attitude, didn't dare to act rashly. His abilities were all reflected in the strength of his soul power. Facing a six-ringed Soul Emperor like Qian Renxue, he had no chance of winning.

The ancient syllables continued, but Feng Yao couldn't understand a single word.

Translation: "By the blood of angels, by the soul of divinity."

Qian Renxue lightly touched her heart with her fingertips, and a drop of golden blood emerged, turning into a dazzling light pattern.

“What we see today, we will carry together forever; what we stand for today, we will be in the same boat through life and death.”

"If you are true to your oath, I will protect you with my wings."

The six-winged shadow slowly gathered together, covering the two of them like a shield, with a bright holy light.

"Wherever your sword points, the Holy Sword will follow."

Qian Renxue raised her hand, and an illusory angel sword hung in front of Feng Yao, its edge restrained but its awe-inspiring power awe-inspiring.

"But if you betray..."

The words suddenly turned cold, and the fire of divine punishment ignited deep within Qian Renxue's golden pupils. "Within the reach of these six wings, there is no place for you to stand."

"This oath is witnessed by heaven and earth."

A golden light broke through the clouds in the sky, as if a god lowered his eyes and fulfilled his oath.

The wings suddenly spread out, and a streak of light sank into Feng Yao's brow. A golden mark flashed across Feng Yao's forehead. He instantly felt a divine warmth.

"I wonder, Your Highness, this is..." Feng Yao asked in confusion.

Qian Renxue suddenly leaned in close, her red lips almost touching his earlobe. There was a hint of triumph and playfulness hidden in her voice, and her breath was lightly fragrant. "Angel's secret, you can go now. One day, you will understand. It's best not to have any ulterior motives."

Feng Yao froze. At this distance, he could clearly see the tiny golden glint on Qian Renxue's eyelashes and the sacred lines flowing in those golden eyes.

"Student understands." Feng Yao responded hurriedly, not daring to hesitate any longer, and quickly got up and walked out of the house.

Gazing at Feng Yao's hastily fleeing figure, his stumbling form a stark contrast to his usual calm and elegant demeanor, Qian Renxue's eyes flickered to a barely perceptible smile, but it vanished in an instant. Her slender fingers unconsciously stroked her long golden hair, and a frost once again settled on her delicate face.

"The plan can't go wrong." She whispered to herself, her voice echoing in the empty room. "Bibi Dong, I will prove to you that I am right."

Elsewhere, Feng Yao, having left the mimicry training ground, ran for several hundred meters in one breath, stopping only when he was sure it was safe. He leaned against an old tree, panting heavily, his back soaked with sweat. As he wiped the sweat from his forehead, he subconsciously touched his own forehead.

"She wouldn't have cast a curse on me, would she?" Feng Yao's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately channeled his spiritual energy to carefully probe his meridians. However, after three cycles, he found nothing unusual. This only made him even more uneasy, as if an invisible thread was tying his heart.

The morning light filtered through the misty forest, illuminating his slightly pale face. Feng Yao took a deep breath, suddenly aware of the surge of soul power within him—he had actually broken through the fortieth level bottleneck overnight. This unexpected gain eased his tense nerves a little.

"A leave of absence, just in time to go see Senior Dugu," he muttered, his pace unconsciously quickening. On the forest path, the young man's figure quickly disappeared into the morning mist, leaving only a few startled fallen leaves swirling in the air.

Soon, in the sunset forest, the Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire.

Dugu Bo withdrew his fingers from Feng Yao's wrist, frowned slightly, and looked at him strangely: "You are stronger than an ox, what's the problem? You didn't come here just to show off your breakthrough to level 40, did you?"

"Is there really no problem at all?" Feng Yao asked persistently, his fingertips subconsciously stroking the faint chill on his forehead.

Dugu Bo snorted coldly and flicked his sleeves. "You're hesitant and unwilling to explain clearly. How can I know what you want to investigate? Could it be that someone has cast a curse on you?"

Feng Yao choked. It was indeed true. However, he naturally couldn't reveal a single word about Qian Renxue. He could only chuckle dryly and quickly change the subject: "Since everything is fine, then... since you're here, could you help me with the spirit ring issue?"

Dugu Bo glanced at him sideways, his lips twitching as he snorted coldly, "Oh, you know how to order people around, kid. Do you really think I'm your personal soul hunter? For such a trivial matter, go find those three old guys from Tiandou Academy and let them arrange it for you!"

Feng Yao immediately put on a smile, rubbing his hands together as he took two steps closer, his tone flattering, "Hehe, Senior Dugu, what you're saying is... How can those three Tiandou education committee members compare to your vast knowledge and profound cultivation? They can only teach students at best, but you're different. You're the Poison Douluo that even the Spirit Hall fears. Throughout the continent, who doesn't know your reputation?"

Dugu Bo listened with his eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, clearly enjoying the conversation. But just as he was getting into the mood, Feng Yao suddenly stopped talking. He frowned and said unhappily, "Just a few words? Your flattery skills have regressed."

Feng Yao's eyes rolled, and he immediately added, "Oh, how could that be! I'm afraid I'll seem too boastful if I say too much! Besides, how can you describe your prowess in just a few words? How about you take me to hunt a spirit ring first, and I'll explain it to you in detail along the way?"

Dugu Bo snorted and flicked his sleeves, "Slippery tongue! But... considering you still have some sense, I will reluctantly go."

Before Feng Yao could agree, Dugu Bo appeared in an instant, picked up Feng Yao, and fled into the distance. Several jumping figures disappeared into the jungle.

Seven days later.

Deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, bright moonlight penetrated the dense canopy, illuminating a thousand-year-old soul bamboo. This rare soul bamboo glowed with an emerald luster, and liquid soul power could be faintly seen flowing slowly between its joints. With it as its center, the vegetation within a ten-meter radius was stained with an eerie emerald green, swaying gently in the night breeze, as if paying homage to the soul bamboo.

"Now!" Dugu Bo's eyes flashed, his wide sleeves fluttering without a trace of wind. The shadow of the Jade Scaled Snake King behind him instantly shone brightly. Seven green rays, imbued with the Jade Phosphorus King's venom, pierced the air, piercing the Soul Bamboo with pinpoint accuracy. The ten-thousand-year-old Soul Bamboo trembled violently, and lines of pain and distortion appeared on its surface.

Feng Yao seized the opportunity and flashed before the Soul Bamboo like a ghost. The dagger in his hand drew a silver arc in the moonlight, but the moment it touched the bamboo, dazzling sparks like metal colliding with stone burst out.

"Fuck, it's so hard!"

"Let me do it." The Bilin Snake King behind Dugu Bo suddenly came alive, and with a curl of its tail, it pulled out the ten-thousand-year-old Soul Bamboo by the roots.

"Okay, you just need to chop at the root." Dugu Bo said lightly with his hands behind his back.

Soon, a black soul ring slowly rose up. At the moment when the soul ring took shape, the entire bamboo forest around it seemed to feel the fall of its own kind, and shook its leaves at the same time. The dense rustling sound echoed in the silent forest.

"Ten thousand year old soul bamboo is already extremely rare. Boy, it is basically impossible for you to find a soul bamboo of an even older age for your next soul ring." Dugu Bo said slowly to Feng Yao.

"Thank you, senior." Feng Yao smiled and slowly sat cross-legged. When the ten thousand year level soul ring slowly fell on Feng Yao's body, Feng Yao frowned in just a moment.

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I just woke up at 10 o'clock, so the first chapter is a little late. Today the author stayed up late to update the whole chapter for the audience.

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