Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 298 Qian Renxue Begins the Divine Trial, Tang San: I Can't Abandon Xiao Wu

Twelve glass lamps hung from the dome of the hall, casting a pale golden glow on the angel statues, yet failing to dispel the solemnity within.

Qian Renxue knelt before the enormous angel statue, her long golden hair cascading down like a waterfall, the ends of which gently brushed against the cold ground.

At this moment, her forehead rested on the base of the statue, her slender fingers gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead and slid down her cheeks.

Her breathing was rapid, and her chest heaved violently, as if she were under some kind of invisible pressure.

Since the competition ended, she has been kneeling here for three days and three nights without eating or drinking.

The lack of food and water was nothing to her; what was most unbearable was the mental and physical stress she endured under the angel statue.

Has your heart calmed down?

A gentle yet authoritative voice rang out in the hall, but Qian Renxue, who seemed to have turned into a statue, remained motionless, kneeling in the same spot, without even opening her mouth.

As golden light surged, Qian Daoliu stood beside her, his silver hair as white as snow and his gaze profound.

He gazed at her silently, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. Just a few days ago, Qian Renxue was a meticulous undercover agent.

But now, she has changed. She simply kneels here quietly, yet the peerless Douluo of this era can feel the unwavering spirit of her.

Even within this determination lay a hint of urgency, and a touch of...fiery passion he had never seen before.

“Grandpa…” Qian Renxue’s voice was a little hoarse. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her heartbeat. “I’m ready.”

Qian Daoliu looked at the burning passion in her eyes—a light he had never seen before when he was in hiding.

Qian Renxue's gaze was fixed firmly on the angel statue, as if she could see a figure that she longed for through the cold stone.

“Let’s begin,” she said softly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Qian Daoliu said no more. With a wave of his hand, the soul-guiding lamps in the offering hall went out instantly, leaving only the golden light flowing around the angel statue. A dazzling golden beam of light was released from the longsword in the angel statue's hand, enveloping Qian Renxue.

"In the name of the angels, initiate the trials of God!" Qian Daoliu's voice echoed in the hall.

In an instant, golden light flowed, and Qian Renxue in the pillar of light trembled, as if an invisible force was tearing at her soul.

Golden patterns appeared on her skin, spreading like living things, and finally coalesced into the mark of a six-winged angel between her brows.

The intense pain made her grit her teeth, but she stubbornly refused to utter a sound.

The divine light remained unchanged, but nine golden light screens gradually appeared in front of Qian Renxue.

Upon seeing this, a strange light flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

At the same time, Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly contracted within the pillar of light. She felt as if her soul had been pulled into a golden ocean, with countless images flashing before her eyes.

The hardships that lay hidden, the power struggles... all culminated in a tall, slender figure.

The man stood in mid-air, holding the Asura Demon Sword, looking down upon all living beings.

"Yu Xiaolie..." she murmured unconsciously.

When Qian Daoliu heard the name, he frowned but did not interrupt her.

As the golden light gradually subsided, the fluctuations of Qian Renxue's soul power finally stabilized. She slowly opened her eyes, golden light swirling within them, and the angel mark on her forehead shone brightly.

"The Nine Trials of the Angels... Xiaoxue, you have actually awakened the highest level of divine trial!" Qian Daoliu's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Qian Renxue looked down at the golden light flowing in her palm, a faint smile playing on her lips. She knew that she had finally embarked on the path where she could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Qian Daoliu's gaze fell on her reddened ears, and he couldn't help but ask, "Can you tell me what exactly happened these past few days?"

A blush suddenly rose on Qian Renxue's cheeks. She turned her face away and said softly, "It's nothing, I just... want to become stronger."

Qian Daoliu noticed her evasive gaze and vaguely guessed what was going on.

A young girl's secrets are ultimately hard to express.

He sighed and reached out to ruffle her hair. "Fine, since you don't want to talk about it, Grandpa won't force you." Qian Renxue had begun the Nine Trials of the Angel God; nothing was more important than that. As for the person she was thinking of, well, whether he could even get past this Limit Douluo was another matter!

Qian Renxue nodded, but her gaze unconsciously drifted towards the outside of the hall, as if she could see through the layers of walls and see the person who haunted her dreams.

……

The night was deep, and the campfire in the mountains crackled, its sparks drifting in the wind like falling stars.

Tang San sat by the fire, unconsciously poking at the burning firewood with a branch in his hand. The firelight reflected on his face, outlining his taut features.

Meanwhile, Tang Hao leaned against a boulder, his mutilated right arm and left leg wrapped in rough strips of cloth. The bloodstains had long since dried, but the wounds were still shocking to behold.

Even though his face was pale, his eyes, hidden beneath his disheveled hair, remained sharp, though they showed signs of weariness.

"Dad..." Tang San's voice choked with emotion, "your injuries..."

Tang Hao shook his head and forced a smile: "It's just a minor injury, I won't die."

Tang San clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. He hated his own powerlessness, and even more so, he hated those who had hurt his father.

He already knew on the way that his father had lost a leg and an arm in the attack of the three elders of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"Those three old bastards from the Blue Lightning Sect... how could they..."

Tang Hao sighed, his gaze fixed on the darkness in the distance: "I originally intended to return the soul bone of the Haotian Sect to the sect after you had completed your studies, and then bring you back to the sect to acknowledge your ancestors..."

He paused, his voice low, "It's a pity (I lost the soul bone)..."

A hint of confusion flashed in Tang San's eyes.

The ability to cultivate twin martial souls is a rare talent, but now the Blue Silver Grass has been ruined by Yu Xiaogang and is completely incapable of fighting...

Although the hammer spirit still has potential for development, he can only attach a spirit ring after he cultivates to the title of Title Douluo, which will take a very long time...

His future was shrouded in thick fog, and he couldn't see any direction.

“Mistress,” Tang Hao suddenly spoke, his eyes complex and his voice somewhat hesitant, “perhaps there is another place that can help you break through your bottleneck.”

Tang San suddenly looked up, gazing at his father with longing eyes.

Poseidon Island.

The firelight danced in Tang Hao's eyes.

After a long pause, he slowly began to recount the legendary island.

Isolated from the world, teeming with powerful individuals, the rules of survival there are so harsh they are suffocating, but it is also a sacred place for breaking through limits.

Tang Hao frowned and said, "But the trials there are not for ordinary people. If you're not careful, you might be trapped on the island for the rest of your life..."

"I go!"

Tang San interrupted him without hesitation, his confusion replaced by determination. "Dad, don't worry. When I come back, I will definitely take you to the Clear Sky Sect and make them all admit their mistakes. I will make the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect pay the price!"

Looking into his son's resolute eyes, Tang Hao felt both gratified and heartbroken. He immediately took out a yellowed parchment scroll from his robes and handed it to Tang San:

"This is the route map to Poseidon Island and some important notes..."

Tang Hao's voice was low and solemn, as if he were giving his final instructions.

Tang San carefully took the sheepskin scroll, as if holding a rare treasure.

The firelight dimmed, and the night breeze grew cooler.

Tang San suddenly remembered something and asked urgently, "Dad, where is Xiao Wu? I can't leave her behind! I have to take her with me!"

A rare, faint smile appeared on Tang Hao's lips, radiating confidence and complete control. He patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, she's perfectly safe at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Let's go pick her up."

(End of this chapter)