Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 297 Assigning tasks
Qian Daoliu also slowly regulated his breathing. Hearing Long Xiaoyao's words, he looked at Ling Han with a complicated expression. Although he had paid attention to this young man before, he had not truly regarded him as an equal.

But tonight, the appearance of someone like Long Xiaoyao, who remains calm and composed in the face of such a situation, forces him to re-evaluate his character and inner strength.

“Pavilion Master Ling,” Qian Daoliu spoke, his voice returning to its previous calm and gentle tone, but with less of his detachment and more of his solemnity, “It is truly fortunate that the Beast God Pavilion has someone like Fellow Daoist Long presiding over it. The Soul Master world of the continent has not seen such an exciting new force for a long time.”

His words were both an acknowledgment of the Beast God Pavilion's status and an implicit statement. Referring to the Beast God Pavilion as an "exciting new force" rather than a "threat" or "enemy" demonstrates a remarkably nuanced understanding of the situation.

Ling Han cupped his hands, neither humble nor arrogant: "Grand Elder, you flatter me. Elder Long is a senior in my sect, a free spirit who dislikes conflict. It is truly a coincidence that I am exchanging ideas with you today."

"Our Beast God Pavilion stands on the continent, seeking nothing more than peace and harmony with all parties, exploring the path of Soul Masters together." His words were humble, yet they contained a hidden barb, pointing out that Long Xiaoyao "dislikes conflict," implying that the Beast God Pavilion has its bottom line but is not to be trifled with, while also extending an olive branch of peaceful coexistence.

Qian Daoliu gave Ling Han a deep look and nodded noncommittally. Harmonious coexistence? At their level, especially when it involved the Spirit Hall's ambition to unify the continent and the Beast God Pavilion's powerful rise, so-called harmony was merely a fragile facade under a temporary balance of power. But he also sensed in Ling Han's words that he was unwilling to completely sever ties for the time being.

"Pavilion Master Ling is young and promising, with a broad mind; he is truly a blessing to the continent." Qian Daoliu pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze back to Long Xiaoyao, a hint of sincere appreciation and inquiry flashing in his eyes. "Fellow Daoist Long, I have benefited greatly from today's battle. Your understanding of attributes is unparalleled. If you have some free time in the future, you are welcome to come to the Hall of Offerings for a chat, to enjoy tea and discuss the Dao. Wouldn't that be delightful?"

This is a blatant invitation, or rather, the highest level of goodwill and befriending. Inviting a Limit Douluo to the Hall of Worship for "tea and philosophical discussions" is of extraordinary significance.

Long Xiaoyao's expression remained calm. He glanced at Ling Han, and seeing Ling Han nod slightly, he replied in a hoarse voice, "I appreciate Fellow Daoist Qian's kindness. If fate allows, I will certainly bother you in the future."

Qian Daoliu didn't care. To have met such an opponent today, and who didn't seem to be completely on the opposite side, was already an unexpected surprise.

He looked at Ling Han again: "The All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament is just around the corner. When all the heroes gather, it will surely be a magnificent sight. I look forward to the performance of your 'Dawn' team." He brought the topic back to the tournament, both to end the slightly awkward atmosphere and as a reminder—while high-end combat power is important, the competition among the younger generation is equally crucial to the future landscape.

"I will certainly not disappoint the Grand Elder," Ling Han replied with a smile, his tone confident.

Qian Daoliu said no more, nodded to Long Xiaoyao again, and then golden light gathered beneath his feet, transforming into a soft golden stream of light that leisurely drifted away towards the Hall of Worship in Martial Soul City, his figure quickly disappearing into the night sky. His arrival was earth-shattering, but his departure was calm and composed, displaying the demeanor of a peak powerhouse.

With Qian Daoliu's departure, the suffocating invisible pressure that had been hanging over the Fallen God Abyss suddenly lessened by more than half.

But another pressure followed – from Pope Bibidon.

Seeing Qian Daoliu leave, Bibi Dong knew that there was nothing more she could do tonight. She coldly surveyed the wrecked canyon and the people in the air, lingering for a moment on Ling Han and Long Xiaoyao, her purple eyes flashing with a chilling light.

"Pavilion Master Ling, excellent methods, excellent luck." Her voice was as cold as a knife, each word as if pulled from an ice cellar. "I will remember this."

Having said that, she didn't give Ling Han a chance to reply. She turned and transformed into a streak of purple-gold light, shooting towards the Papal Palace without lingering for even a moment longer. Yue Guan and Gui Mei quickly followed, and the three of them swiftly disappeared into the night.

The Pope's departure seemed to be a signal. Those powerful figures from various forces who had gathered at the edge of the canyon, whether affiliated with the Spirit Hall or spies from other sects and empires, now had complex emotions, and their eyes looked at the Beast God Pavilion members with completely different expressions.

Awe, curiosity, a desire to befriend, vigilance... the list goes on. But no one dared to approach or spy on them again. They all quietly retreated, relaying the earth-shattering news of the night back to their respective factions as quickly as possible.

After tonight, the undercurrents in the situation on the mainland will become even more turbulent.

"Let's go back too," Ling Han said to Long Xiaoyao beside him, as well as Wang Dong'er, Wang Qiu'er, Qi Xue, Zi Ji, Ye Guyi and the others who flew over.

Everyone nodded, each using their own methods to transform into streaks of light and return to the Beast God Pavilion's headquarters within Martial Soul City. Having experienced the baptism of a peak duel, everyone's hearts were filled with surging emotions, but even more so with a sense of pride and boundless anticipation for the future.

Back at their base, Ling Han first arranged for Long Xiaoyao to enter a quiet room to recuperate and heal. Although Long Xiaoyao said he was fine, the exertion of reaching the Limit Douluo level was considerable, and he needed to recover as soon as possible.

Outside the quiet room, Wang Dong'er finally couldn't hold back and threw herself into Ling Han's arms. Her pinkish-blue eyes sparkled with admiration and excitement: "Husband! You're amazing! Elder Long... he actually managed to fight that Qian Daoliu to a draw! That's a Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall! A representative of the gods!"

Although Wang Qiu'er was somewhat reserved, she stood to the side, her golden pupils gleaming with a strange light, and nodded gently: "Senior Long's strength is unfathomable, truly awe-inspiring."

Qi Xue, Zi Ji, Ye Guyi and others also gathered around, their faces filled with excitement.

Ling Han gently patted Wang Dong'er's back, glanced at everyone, and smiled, "Elder Long's strength has indeed exceeded expectations. After this battle, at least on the surface, the Spirit Hall will have to think twice before trying to intimidate others with its power. But this does not mean we can rest easy."

His tone turned serious: "Bibi Dong is a cunning and vengeful person who will never let things go easily. Qian Daoliu's attitude is ambiguous; although he has shown goodwill, his stance remains with the Spirit Hall."

"Other forces will also re-evaluate us, either trying to win us over, being wary of us, or secretly sabotaging us. With the competition just around the corner, this is the stage we need to focus our efforts on right now."

Upon hearing this, the crowd's excitement subsided slightly, and they all nodded, their eyes regaining their sharpness.

"Don't worry, my husband, the Dawn Team is ready. We'll make the Spirit Hall's 'Golden Generation' know what's what!" Wang Dong'er clenched her little fist, full of confidence.

"Sect Master, I will strengthen the defense of the garrison with Senior Zi Ji, and we will not give any villains a chance to take advantage of us." Qi Xue's cold and beautiful face was full of seriousness.

"Leave those lurking spy to me." Zi Ji licked her red lips, a dangerous allure and coldness flashing in her eyes.

Ling Han nodded in satisfaction: "Very good. Everyone has worked hard, go back and rest first. Starting tomorrow, everything will proceed as usual, but we need to be more vigilant. I don't want any more mishaps before the competition."

(End of this chapter)