Douluo Continent: I, the world's greatest immortal master, have taken Ning Rongrong as my disci

Chapter 340 Angels and Rakshasa, I have done you a great favor, why do you repay kindness with enmity?!

"That's just making a big fuss."

"A person without a divine position, who has just condensed a divine core, dares to act differently and regard Douluo Star as his own? Do you think you are a God King?"

“Angel, this prey is mine. I will subdue this person and make him my servant. Now go away.”

The purplish-red mist, like thick liquor, churned in the void, carrying a sweet, fishy, ​​and seductive aura, and slowly retreated to both sides as if it were alive.

Within this mist, a figure slowly materialized. It did not appear all at once, but rather spread gradually, like ink dripping into clear water—first, a pair of bare feet, faintly visible in the mist, with slender ankles and lightly touching toes, as if treading on invisible clouds, each rise and fall drawing the pulse of the surrounding air currents.

A slender, snow-white wrist fluttered, and a seemingly ethereal silver chain jingled softly as the arm lifted, yet strangely, the sound didn't reach the ears, only stirring a tingling sensation in the heart.

Her waist swayed gracefully, so slender it could be encircled by a single hand, enveloped in a dark purple gauze dress. The hem of the dress was embroidered with intricate and eerie golden runes, which seemed to come alive with her movements, flowing erratically across the purple gauze and outlining breathtaking curves.

This alluring goddess is none other than the Rakshasa Goddess, the faith of the Pope of the Papal Palace and Teacher Dong of Peach Blossom Academy.

As she rebuked the starry sky, the outline of light emerged from nothingness. A pair of toes stepping on the light steps were not physical objects, but were formed from flowing holy light. With each step, the light steps extended upwards by one level, the surface of which was inlaid with fine star fragments, and the purple mist that was encroaching on it evaporated into wisps of white smoke.

The light staircase rose a hundred feet, and a long robe flowing with moonlight and dawn light cascaded down from the light. The fabric seemed to be woven from the vapor of a holy spring, and the edges were embroidered with a holy cross and wings hanging from the sky in silver thread.

As the figure rose, its robes billowed like a cascading waterfall of light, its six divine wings unfurled, and the angel's lowered eyelashes finally lifted slowly. Its brows, like crescent moons, held a touch of pity; its pupils were pure azure; its nose was high and straight; and a timeless, gentle smile played on its lips, like the morning sun caressing the earth, its soft voice like dew washing away the dust.

"This person is related to my lineage; I want him."

Having said that, amidst the radiance, she stretched out her fair hands, parted the peach blossoms that filled the nebula, and reached out towards Su Ran.

The Rakshasa God was not to be outdone. He condensed the purple energy in his hand into a purplish-red scythe and slashed at the peach blossom.

She not only wanted to sever the radiant jade hand, but also to cut out this new god directly.

As for whether they live or die, that's up to fate.

"Rakshasa, how dare you!"

"There's nothing this god wouldn't dare to do, hehe."

Seeing the Hand of Light severed directly, the Rakshasa Scythe attacked like peach blossoms.

The angel's holy face showed a hint of anger.

But before she could make a move to seize the person, a peach blossom sword suddenly appeared from among the peach blossoms, shattering the Rakshasa God's scythe and cleaving through the meteorites in its path.

Only one clear voice:
"I, Su, have been waiting for you two for a long time."

The Rakshasa God withdrew his purple scythe, a hint of allure on his face, clearly intrigued.
"It turned out to be a man; judging from his voice, he must be a handsome man."

"I heard that it was your people who reformed the Slaughter City, and even made the Asura God suffer a defeat, conquering the Asura Sword?"

"Not bad, not bad. Your sister admires your brave and strong younger brother the most."

"However, you purified the underground Yellow Springs Blood River in the City of Slaughter, which took away a lot of my sister's fun. Do you know you were wrong?"

One second the Rakshasa Goddess was quite charming and alluring, the next second her beautiful face turned fierce, and her voice became bloodthirsty and ruthless: "I heard you have unparalleled beauty and an incomparably handsome appearance, why don't you come out and let this god see you?"

"If I am pleased, I may spare your life and have you serve me, licking my toes!"

Seeing the Rakshasa God's unpredictable temper and his attempts to coerce and entice, the Angel God remained indifferent.
"You don't need to be afraid of her."

I've heard about your deeds.

"You have taught my chosen people to practice dark arts, thus disrupting my lineage; this is a grave sin."

"However, if you are willing to repent and reform, I am willing to give you a chance to cleanse yourself of your filth in the Valley of Light, return to the righteous path of angels, and atone for the sins of my angelic lineage."

"If you listen to her, you're doomed. You should come with your sister! Her Bright Valley is full of hypocrites who bully the weak and fear the strong. If you have dark powers, she'll make you suffer terribly!"

"Come on, stop hiding your true colors. What's there to be ashamed of? Let your sister see your true face, hehehe—"

The Rakshasa God mercilessly mocked the Angel God lineage. These six-winged angels dared to compete with the Sea God for the sea people's faith, yet they dared not destroy the City of Slaughter, precisely because they feared the retaliation of the Asura God, who was the God of Law Enforcement, while the Sea God was merely their equal.

It's my sister Rakshasa Goddess who's incredibly bold, daring to scheme against the Asura God.

The Rakshasa Goddess moved with incredible speed, wielding a scythe of death, flashing among the peach blossoms and cleaving them apart layer by layer.

Just as it was about to reach its deepest point, a surging peach wind burst forth, sending the Rakshasa God flying.

At this moment, billions of stars spread out like a dazzling brocade in the deep void, and pink and golden-white peach blossoms flowed quietly like water, dyeing the entire universe with a hazy warmth.

In the very center of this sea of ​​stars, a peach tree, seemingly grown since ancient times, stands silently—its trunk appears to be azure jade formed from the moon's essence, its bark covered with flowing starlight patterns, as if recording the secrets of the universe's birth; its branches extend infinitely in all directions, supporting peach blossoms like a sky full of rosy clouds, the petals being extremely pale crimson and gold, each petal adorned with tiny stardust. As energy surges through, the petals flutter down, but instead of falling, they transform into countless firefly-like points of light, forming a pink vortex of stardust around the tree.

On this ancient starry sky peach tree, a figure slowly turned out—it was a fairy master dressed in a long dress interwoven with light pink and moon white. The fabric of the dress seemed to be woven from peach petals crushed by the first wisp of spring breeze, and the hem of the dress was embroidered with silver star trails.

Ten golden soul rings shimmered beneath the feet of the Peach Fairy Youth, dazzlingly bright, but even with such a dazzling array of soul rings, nothing could rival the captivating beauty of his face.

The young man was handsome and refined, with perfect features and clear, distant eyes that seemed to see through eternity. His expression was serene, and he was surrounded by a delicate fragrance—not an ordinary scent, but a sweet blend of peach blossoms and starlight. One breath of it felt as if one's soul was cleansed and made clear, leaving one intoxicated. Countless young women longed to inhale it deeply.

With a flick of his wrist, tiny, illusory peach blossoms appeared in the air where his fingertips touched, climbing up his arm and eventually condensing into a half-open peach blossom mark and a peach blossom sword on his wrist.

The mark contained star patterns of the same origin as the peach tree, perfectly integrating him with this sea of ​​stars and this immortal tree.

He stood there calmly and said:
"I am Su Ran, the teacher of Taoyuan. In this lifetime, I have taken on countless disciples."

"Even if he did not perform great deeds or attain sainthood through teaching, he did not mislead any students."

"Although Xue'er's learning includes the power of darkness, it is not a burden, but rather makes her even stronger."

"Power is for my use, and I will use it wisely. Strength is all that matters; why should I despise others?"

"Rakshasa, you used slaughter as a furnace to steal faith. I, Su, broke the poison in your blood pool on behalf of Heaven to atone for your sins."

"Instead of thanking me, you attack me, which is repaying kindness with enmity. I, Su, will draw my sword to meet you! Come! I will cut down all evil!"

(End of this chapter)