Douluo Continent: A Thousand Miles of Cultivation

Xue Haizang's words moved even his personal guards who were about to leave. Together with the rest of the soldiers, they shouted, "Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

Xue Haizang was simply stating a fact: whether alive or dead, once they join the opposing camp, they will inevitably become monsters that are neither human nor ghost.

After so many years of war, everyone can distinguish sides, because the facts are right in front of them. No one would choose the demons and monsters of hell over a normal and peaceful world.

"Excellent! I, Xue Haizang, will die alongside my soldiers! What a joy this is! Death is the only punishment!"

No one left; even Xue Haizang was willing to die in battle, so they naturally did as well.

"Death is the only option!" "Death is the only option!"

To live towards death, since that person is still here, still playing the game, what does it matter if he dies?

In war, someone always has to sacrifice. They've won too much already; they can't possibly win everything, can they? And in the end, that person will surely wipe out all these monsters and demons!

...

"Sasha, what do you mean?" Inside the front-line military tent, Yin Jin, with a serious expression, asked Chen Sha, who was sitting in the main seat.

Xue Haicang deliberately activated his communication soul tool, and naturally, all of them heard it.

Everyone knows that this is the work of people in Tiandou City; Xue Beng is going to make a move against his two older brothers who have a higher succession order.

At this moment, a voice came from another communication device, on a frequency that only the Spirit Hall troops could hear: "I have set off."

At this moment, everyone in the military tent laughed, because it was the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, the level 99 Angel Douluo, announcing his actions!

The next moment, Pope Bibidon's voice rang out, "Since they dare to leave, then annihilate them on the spot!"

Xue Qinghe is not dead, but don't expect him to come back.

This information comes from inside the enemy; that alone is enough.

Xue Haicang thought Xue Qinghe was still playing the game, but they knew that on the surface it was Ning Rongrong, but behind the scenes, the strongest pope in the history of the Spirit Hall had never left.

Ning Rongrong can only mobilize the entire Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Hall forces that have joined Heaven Dou, but she cannot mobilize the absolute top leaders of the Spirit Hall.

Without the orders of Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong, the coastal defense battle against the beast tide on the east coast could not have been launched.

Upon receiving the order, Chen Sha stood up and said solemnly, "In that case, Xiao Shui and the others won't be coming back. Let's end the training here."

"Alright~" Yin Jin clapped his hands and stood up as well, but then he changed the subject, "But Sasha, could you wipe the popsicle crumbs off your mouth? It'd be embarrassing if someone saw you."

"You bastard! The peanut residue on your hands isn't any better!"

"Burp~" Ling Yunzhi also stood up, but swayed unsteadily, clearly drunk, and let out a burp.

Yawning, the drunkard opened his squinty eyes. "I finally got news of them, but I didn't expect they were from the other side. I should have taken a few prisoners."

"Let's go!" Ruoyou twisted her neck, dressed in black, her effeminate eyes flashing with electricity.

The tall, muscular man was the first to follow Ruoyou out of the military tent. "Alright! Boss Ruoyou!"

Seeing that Chen Sha was the last to speak, Ye Lingling, who was following Yin Jin, also asked, "Sister Sha Sha, Rongrong doesn't really want to know if Xue Qinghe is dead or not. She wants to know if her position as the highest administrative official is real or not, right?"

“Those who are close to Xiaoshui are the ones who were kept the deepest secret. That child is really furious.” Ning Rongrong’s rare questioning and strike made Chen Sha naturally know what it meant. “But let her make a scene. I also want to know if that guy is here or not.”

After taking only two steps, Chen Sha turned back to Ye Lingling and asked, "By the way, about Dugu Yan..."

Watching Yin Jin's departing figure, Ye Lingling said calmly, "He's happy, isn't he? At least his student is willing to be human, right?"

“I didn’t ask him.”

"Me?" Beneath the black veil, a faint smile appeared on Ye Lingling's serene face. "I've always known her. Besides, even a student as foolish as Brother Tianheng didn't go with her, let alone Yanzi..."

Hatred might cloud her judgment for a moment, but it could never erase her humanity, Ye Lingling always believed.

"I see!" With a slight smile, Chen Sha loosened her long hair, revealing nine spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—that descended upon this first food-type titled Douluo on the entire continent.

"Then let's hurry up and eliminate this scumbag. Let's think of a way to save him. He's still one of our own, so that Yu Tianheng won't go crazy."

Removing her veil, Ye Lingling smiled as well, "Okay!"

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“Rose Hotel, Qian, let’s stay here.” Qian Qingyu pointed to the building in front of her.

The hotel has three floors and doesn't seem very large, but its exterior is decorated entirely in rose red, and the overall architectural style of the hotel resembles a giant rose.

Ignoring Ning Qian's strange look, Qian Qingyu pulled him into the hotel. They had traveled a long way to reach Soto City, and he was already exhausted and hungry.

Upon entering the Rose Hotel, the first thing you notice is the delightful scent of roses. Qian Qingyu walked to the counter and, mimicking other guests, said to the receptionist, "Please give us three rooms."

Ning Qian seemed extremely shocked, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, while Ning Qianqian looked at him with a face full of question marks, not knowing what he was shocked about.

The waiter behind the counter quickly stood up, looked at Qian Qingyu, then at Ning Qian and her brother Ning Qianqian, his eyes revealing a mixture of shock and envy. "Sir, are you really sure you want to book three rooms?"

Qian Qingyu nodded affirmatively, "Three people, three rooms, no problem?"

The waiter's eyes held a hint of ambiguity; he could probably tell from the expensive clothes worn by the three children—one adult and two children—that he had left. "I'm sorry, we only have one room left."

"Hmm... alright then, one room it is." Apart from himself, both he and his sister are small, so one bed is definitely enough. Qian Qingyu decided to be generous and, as the older brother, he would sleep on the sofa.

Seeing that the other two children had no objections, the waiter, with a beaming smile, produced a gleaming golden key. "Your rooms are on the top floor, the doorplate is Red Ocean. Ten gold soul coins will be provided!"

At that moment, Qian Qingyu froze on the spot, cold sweat pouring down her back. 'I ran out without taking anything with me, I'm doomed!'

Ning Qian seemed to have noticed something, sighed softly, and placed ten gold soul coins on the counter.

Seeing this, Qian Qingyu's face turned red, and he felt like he was about to explode.

With lightning speed, Qian Qingyu unleashed her soul power, pulling the brother and sister out of the Rose Hotel in a flurry, and the little lamb also rushed out with its little hooves kicking.

The hotel waiter was left standing there, bewildered. "Is this how young noblemen like to play now?"

"Ahem! I think we're not warmed up enough! Qian, let's go have a thrilling Soul Battle Tournament!" Although he lacked practical life experience, Qian Qingyu declared that he had learned everything!

In order to salvage his image as an elder, Qian Qingyu decided to use his intelligence and initiative to earn some money. With his skills, he could easily make money by simply going to the Soul Arena and fighting a few matches.

"Brother Qingyu, have you gone out yet...?"

"No! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!" Qian Qingyu denied it three times in a row. His family was too shrewd. How could he have escaped smoothly if he hadn't acted quickly? So this can't be blamed on him.

"But going to Soul Battle..." Ning Qian seemed to have thought of something, and clapped her hands, "Ah! Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has a custom that once you take out a gold soul coin, you can't take it back into your soul tool. What a pity, these ten gold soul coins can only be thrown away~"

As she spoke, Ning Qian tossed the ten gold soul coins she had been holding behind her, "Brother Qingyu, I'm going to ask where the Great Soul Arena is~"

Watching the wealthy Ning Qian pull his sister forward, Qian Qingyu murmured in surprise, "There's such a custom?! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is indeed rich!"

"Baa~" With its small, square eyes squinting, the little sheep trotted over to Qian Qingyu's side, and coincidentally, it was carrying ten gold soul coins in its mouth.

However, Qian Qingyu said seriously to the little lamb, "Gan Gan, this is their custom; what's thrown out can't be taken back!"

Ning Qian, who was walking in front, seemed to stumble and almost fell.

Whether it was Qian Qingyu's imagination or not, he felt that the little lamb's eyes seemed rather irritating. In any case, he was forced to walk forward, his buttocks pushed against him.

...

It was nearly dusk when the three little ones walked along the road, getting closer and closer to the Soto City Great Arena, which was nearly a hundred meters high, enormous, and appeared extremely deep against the backdrop of the night.

Qian Qingyu's family education is very good, which also means that cramming is inevitable. However, this painful educational method makes him feel a little like an elder at this time. "The Soto Great Soul Arena is oval in shape and reaches a height of 120 meters. It is divided into a main Soul Arena and 24 sub-Soul Arenas. It is said to be able to accommodate 60,000 spectators at the same time."

"It's just big, that's all." Qianqian rolled her eyes, expressing her speechlessness.

“Yeah! It’s huge!” Turning her head, Qian Qingyu asked Ning Qian, “Little Qian, aren’t you guys really going to fight?”

Ning Qian quickly shook her head, "No, no, it's too tiring, I can't take it!"

"Alright then..." Even Qian Qingyu could tell that Ning Qian didn't want to move.

But judging from how he was panting heavily, he didn't seem tired at all. He was a support-type single-ring Soul Master. Were all support-type Soul Masters this powerful these days? Their stamina was even stronger than his, a battle-type Soul Master?

On second thought, this was a change his father had brought to the continent, and that support-type characters could also become battle spirit masters, so Qian Qingyu didn't think much of it.

"Registration fee: ten gold soul coins." After filling out the registration form, a staff member collected the fee from Qian Qingyu in a businesslike manner.

"Sister, can I go to the Soul Battle now!" Qian Qingyu said as she handed ten gold soul coins and the registration form to the staff member.

"Oh, you need to register to participate in the one-on-one Soul Battle..." The staff member was clearly taken aback when she saw Qian Qingyu's age and level. "You need to register and submit a registration fee of ten gold soul coins!"

As she spoke, she handed him the Iron Soul Medal that belonged to Qian Qingyu.

“This…” Even a hero can be brought down by a penny. Qian Qingyu never expected that registration would cost ten gold soul coins, so he became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

At this moment, Ning Qian pointed at the little lamb with its eyes squinted and a coin in its mouth, "Brother Qingyu, I just saw Gan Gan pick up twenty gold soul coins!"

"That's great!" Everyone has their luck, and in order to avoid getting killed, Qian Qingyu still handed over the gold soul coins.

"Brother Qingyu, let me place the bet for you!"

"Okay!" Seeing Ning Qian grab the remaining gold soul coins from his hand and run out in a flash, Qian Qingyu instinctively felt a sense of unease.

However, since fighting spirit was more important, he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Phew... finally done!" Ning Qian, having finished everything, finally ran back to the stands. "This kid dares to run around like this. If he were alone, wouldn't he be sleeping on the streets?"

"Isn't that your son too?"

"You think you know so much!"

Ning Qian is Qian Shui, Ning Qianqian is a certain inner demon Qianqian. Someone just treats it as a parent-child game. After all, he hasn't taken care of his son for five years and misses him a lot. It's also a kind of compensation for the lack of family affection.

The little sheep beside Qian Shui followed her, its small, square eyes seemingly nervously glancing at Qian Qingyu below the stage, completely ignoring Qian Shui beside it.

"He's your son, after all~"

Although the inner demon was also a child, this body was still the child's mother's. As she spoke, Qianqian tried to pet the lamb, but it seemed to dislike her and kept dodging.

"Although what you said makes a lot of sense, I can't possibly have such a stupid son, can I?" Qianqian said, indicating that she was super smart and how could she possibly have a stupid son like Qian Qingyu.

"Uh... actually, they are my biological children!"

Qian Shui said, "The eldest brother is only better than the second brother. The little angel is quite smart, but you, Qian Qian, still have to rely on his external brain."

Regardless of Qianqian's questions, Qianshui watched the arena nervously. Although he had great confidence in Qiandaoliu's family education, it was still a battle at the Soul King level, and Qian Qingyu was probably fighting a Soul battle for the first time.

If his wife sees this, whether Qian Qingyu can win or not is another matter, but her buttocks will probably be bruised and battered.

Qian Shui estimates that Qian Renxue will likely get a beating and won't escape. She'll wake up sooner or later and find out the truth eventually.

However, he still stood by his own stupid son's side, thinking that if he put himself in his son's shoes, he would probably have done even worse. After all, he was a good father.

On the Soul Battle Stage, a middle-aged man in a tailcoat stood in the center. He cleared his throat and announced loudly, "Next, we will begin the first one-on-one Soul Battle of our Twenty Soul Battle Arena. The two Soul Kings will be the first to enter!"

"Hey, kid? Whose little brat are you, the Soul King?" The one who came on stage was a man who was so thin that he seemed to be nothing but bones. He ignored the host's grand speech.

Although one should not judge a book by its cover, this man was truly ugly. He had large eyes, but the pupils were yellow and gleamed with a sinister light. His two mustaches trembled as he spoke, and his voice was hoarse, like the quacking of a drake.