Douluo Continent: A Thousand Miles of Cultivation

Bibi Dong, with her long legs crossed, twitched her lips violently. She finally understood why Qian Shui refused to let her inherit the Rakshasa God's position; it turned out that this god's position required using one's brains.

Even if Bibi Dong were to jump off this cliff and eat the VIP seats, she would never inherit such a divine position, lest her brilliant wisdom be tainted.

"What do you mean?!" With a wave of his hand, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe appeared in his hand. He held the Rakshasa Demon Scythe up, looking completely bewildered, and pointed it at the mortals who seemed to be mocking him, as if this made him particularly intimidating.

"Hey, stop shouting!" At this moment, Qian Shui also stood up, pointed his little hand and picked at his ear, while a small glass pagoda flew out from his palm.

Similarly, the voice resonated throughout everyone in the entire Douluo Realm City, but it was very gentle, like a friend chatting in your ear.

Just as everyone was trying to find the voice, the small glass tower transformed into a super giant tower that could cover the entire Douluo Realm City, radiating divine light!

At this moment, everyone recognized that it was the Nine-Jeweled Glazed Tile Pagoda!

"I'm here now, stop shouting!"

Without warning or any stylish entrance, Qian Shui appeared in the center of the confrontation, hands on her hips.

Before He could recover from his shock, Qian Shui uttered a soft shout, "Tenth: Seal!"

As the dazzling divine light soared into the sky, it covered the entire Douluo Realm City, leaving no place for the darkness within to hide. The light from the very center pressed down on His body.

"Ahhh! This is impossible! How could you possibly come back! How is this possible!" With extreme fear and disbelief, He fell to the ground.

Xue Beng, whose maniacal laughter had frozen on his face, was at a loss for words, because the man he feared most had finally returned!

Ning Fengzhi finally realized what was happening and looked at Qian Shui in disbelief. This was the reason for everything?

However, Qian Shui didn't have time to care what others thought, because He still made a move.

He, who had crashed down onto the main battle arena, was disliked by Qian Shuishui, who used the Trident of the Sea God to send him flying, landing him around the arena.

"Impossible! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" He was still incredulous, for the old Rakshasa god who had entrusted the inheritance to him had given no hints!

Standing before Him again, Qian Shui said disdainfully, "Tsk... Throwing you into the City of Slaughter has actually made you a force to be reckoned with. Gods, huh? They'd love to throw you off your divine position. Don't you even understand that?"

“You! You know…” His pupils shrank even further.

"Of course, I've always known that as a whetstone, that's all you're good for," Qian Shui told Him without hesitation.

"Impossible! I'm telling you, Qian Shui! I've ascended to godhood! I'm no longer afraid of you!"

Then He suddenly erupted, "Divine Skill, Netherworld Rakshasa!"

He silently swung the enormous scythe in his hand, and a bizarre scene unfolded: the dark purple light in the sky, along with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, swept down and condensed into a giant purple blade hundreds of meters long, rushing towards Qian Shui.

"Dharma Form, emerge!" Qian Shui's primordial spirit left his body, and his true form of Dharma Form appeared. With a palm strike, the so-called divine technique was blasted into pieces.

Then Qian Shui's primordial spirit returned to its place, and with a flick of its sword finger, a sword aura rushed towards it.

"Here's your turn to go."

Unexpectedly, His divine skill was broken so quickly. He was hit directly by the sword energy of Qian Shui's casual strike, which sent him flying backward.

As luck would have it, Qian Qingyu, the cute boy, was pulled away by a few young ladies, while Qianqian, still munching on her popsicle, remained oblivious and stayed behind, licking her unfinished popsicle.

He was knocked away in just the right spot, landing right in front of Qianqian. It's unclear whether Qianshui did it intentionally or accidentally.

He recognized Qian Renxue immediately and spotted Qianqian. Good heavens, apart from being smaller, they were exactly the same!

"Hahaha! Don't move!" He grabbed Qianqian, held the Rakshasa Demon Scythe to her neck, and laughed wildly, "Qianshui! I know you're powerful! But your daughter is in my hands! You have no way out! Hahaha!"

Qian Shui's expression was even stranger. Shouldn't Qian Shui be crying and begging for forgiveness at this moment?

Just as He was starting to feel lost again, Qianqian calmly bit the popsicle in her mouth, and her lips cracked open as a result.

Black soul power surged from Qianqian's body, and an even purer dark aura began to envelop the entire Douluo Realm City.

"Hahaha!" A laugh even more arrogant than His own rang out from the little girl He was holding hostage. "God? Why not plunge into deeper darkness together!"

Then, a jet-black sword appeared in the girl's hand, and she turned around and slashed horizontally.

Then, amidst the girl's maniacal laughter, a dark, six-winged angel, carrying nine spirit rings and possessing the aura of a near-level 100, descended upon Douluo Realm City.

Chapter 339 The God Who Was Beaten Up in Turns

"Seventh Soul Skill, Angelic True Form! Dark Angel Domain!"

The battle between gods and men has begun, with the dark angel's holy sword and the Rakshasa's demonic scythe at the command.

Only then did the question of whether Douluo Realm City could withstand the battlefield of high-level Soul Masters disappear from the minds of those who cared.

Because of Qian Shui's presence, the skills activated by the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda were not actually applied to Him, but rather sealed off the space of the main battle zone, so that the intense aftershocks of the battle hardly spilled out.

Qian Shui's brows twitched as various giant swords swept across the sky, their soul power waves crashing against his defensive barrier.

"Xiao Shui, are you alright?" Feng Jingyi asked as she came to Qian Shui's side, her eyes showing concern.

“No need, that’s giving Him too much credit.” Qian Shui shook her head.

As he spoke, he pointed to the Asura Demon Sword in Feng Jingyi's hand, "Just like back then, you were able to use it to defeat Him, who was level 99 and wielding a divine weapon, with the power of Asura, even though you were just entering the title realm. That already speaks volumes."

Before he could finish speaking, the god, who was evenly matched with mortals, was surrounded.

"Hey! Who asked for your help?"

It's like hearing a hilarious joke when you're feeling sad. The arrogant Qianqian had just drawn her sword to chop down a god when she was surrounded by twenty or thirty titled Douluo.

Leaving aside whether He cares about saving face, surely Qianqian does care about saving face too?

Unfortunately, if Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu hadn't been standing on either side of her, keeping a close eye on her, and if she hadn't shrank back, she would have been quite intimidating.

"Impossible! Impossible!" He launched a hysterical attack.

However, Bibi Dong, who had activated her Martial Soul True Form, blocked all the attacks with remarkable ease.

At this moment, all the experts present, encompassing the entire continent, finally understood that Pope Bibi Dong was also a peerless Douluo, whose actual combat strength far surpassed that of the so-called god.

"This divine position once belonged to the teacher, but after she gave up inheriting the divine position, the god behind her randomly found someone with suitable conditions to take it, which is Him."

As she spoke, Qian Shui pointed to the one whose steps were loose, whose moves were scattered and disordered, whose energy fluctuations were obviously enormous, yet who was being suppressed by Bibi Dong, and whose realm had reached level 100.

Nodding, Feng Jingyi agreed, "That's true. When I fought him, I found that he had the ability but couldn't use it. His basic combat skills were even inferior to those of Soul Masters from ordinary academies."

"Brother Shui, so this is your plan?" Yin Jin walked over at this moment. "Using a so-called god who is practically useless to destroy people's awe of gods?"

Qian Shui smiled and agreed with Yin Jin's statement, "That's right."

"Perhaps the reason they are unwilling to do it themselves is to avoid establishing themselves as a new faith?" Ling Yunzhi continued.

“It’s quite interesting. You guessed pretty much right.” Qian Shui agreed. “People’s prejudices are like mountains. Some people think that a higher-level Soul Master must be more powerful. The higher the level, the more this is true.”

"It's not easy to cross this mountain, but once someone does, it may leave the world with a belief, a mindset that regards all hardships and difficulties as nothing, because man has truly defeated God!"

"That sounds nice~" Chen Sha said teasingly, arms crossed. "Xiao Shui, why don't you just say you wanted to slack off too?"

"Ahem! Alright, alright, let's arrest them all!" Qian Shui quickly changed the subject.

"Alright!" Yin Jin rubbed his hands together, like a thug, waving his hands and striding towards Tang San and the others with an arrogant and domineering attitude.

Feng Jingyi didn't follow; instead, she picked up the Asura Demon Sword and joined the mob attack on the so-called god.

Finally unable to hold back any longer, He erupted with an exceptionally intense black-purple divine light, instantly exposing all four Limit Douluo who were besieging Him, revealing "Yazi True Form!"

In an instant, a monstrous surge of blood energy, carrying the ferocious dragon-shaped martial spirit Yazi, descended upon the world.

"The Yazi Martial Soul?!" Ning Fengzhi exclaimed upon recognizing the martial soul. "So that's it!"

"Father, what does this mean?" Ning Rongrong asked, puzzled.

Ning Fengzhi did not answer Ning Rongrong, but instead looked at Xue Beng with a meaningful gaze, "I suppose His Majesty already knew?"

However, the avalanche now lay powerless on the throne that belonged to the emperor, its eyes lifeless.

Even Xue Beng remained silent, and Ning Fengzhi only focused his attention on the battle below the stage. "The Yazi Martial Soul is the family heirloom of the former Imperial Marshal, Ge Long."

"Oh? He is..." After a slight hesitation and a guess, Ning Rongrong revealed an extremely disgusted expression, "This guy isn't Gordon, that spoiled brat from back then, the one who caused the upheaval in the Marshal's Mansion and colluded with evil soul masters?"

If it weren't for His unusual skeletal structure, Ning Rongrong wouldn't have dared to guess.

Thanks to the war, she had seen so many corpses that she could easily distinguish between male and female body types.

"In this way, everything is connected. When His Majesty was still the Fourth Prince and was fostered in the Crown Prince's residence, he became friends with Him. That's why His Majesty was so confident when he saw Him, as if he had won everything, right?" Ning Fengzhi's tone was very calm, but the spectators still heard it.

"Hahaha..." Unexpectedly, Xue Beng sneered at this moment, "Sect Leader Ning! Of course you can be so indifferent!"

As he spoke, Xue Beng glared at Ning Fengzhi with a ferocious expression, "After all, the Immortal Douluo is your own son, isn't he!"

"Why does Your Majesty think like this?" At this moment, Ning Fengzhi felt that Qian Shui actually had the martial soul of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and could be of the bloodline of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile.

However, he didn't think that Qian Shui was his biological son. He just felt that it was probably true that Ning Rongrong and Qian Shui didn't have an affair. After all, if they weren't blood siblings, they were cousins.

"Hehehe! What do I think?! Sect Master Ning, are you still going to pretend?! Even now, are you still going to keep it from everyone? Are you still going to say that you didn't know anything, that this Immortal Douluo Qian Shui from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was actually Xue Qinghe, who once held absolute power?!"

The avalanche had gone hysterical; he just wanted to expose everything, hoping to cause more trouble for the eventual winners.

However, since Qian Shui himself wasn't stopping him at this point, Ning Rongrong was even less concerned, while Ning Fengzhi was quite interested.

"Everyone! Think about it! If Qian Shui is actually Xue Qinghe, is actually Ning Huahua, wouldn't it be more reasonable for his teammates to obey orders?! Would it be more reasonable for him to be killed so inexplicably?"

"What Your Majesty said is indeed interesting?" Including Yu Yuanzhen, the people from the four major sects did feel that this was more reasonable.

"But how could he possibly play two roles? The Spirit Hall has suffered a loss of reputation over the years because of him?" Yu Yuanzhen continued to ask.

Tuoba Xi, the sect leader of the Holy Dragon Sect, nodded to Yu Yuanzhen and affirmed, "That's right. It is a fact that Qian Renxue of the Spirit Hall snatched the Crown Prince from the hands of Sect Leader Ning and Crown Prince Xue Qinghe in full view of everyone."

"Hehe! Because there have always been two people! The original Xue Qinghe was actually Qian Renxue! The later Crown Princess Ning Huahua was actually Qian Shui in disguise! This also explains why the Crown Princess has the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda as her martial soul! This is also why they had to put on a big show to keep their son in the Spirit Hall, and even the Grand Elder Qian Daoliu cooperated in the performance!"

"Because Xue Hong's surname isn't Xue at all! It's Qian! He was born to Qian Renxue right under the noses of everyone on the continent! Because no matter what, the awakening of a martial soul cannot be faked!"

Avalanche's words were like a key that unlocked Ning Fengzhi's doubts. No wonder Ning Huahua was always like a tomboy, never knowing how to wear high heels, no wonder she always treated him badly, and no wonder she could use such profound techniques so easily.

However, the thought that the child born would ultimately possess the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda as a martial soul dispelled Ning Fengzhi's doubts.

Ignoring the ongoing avalanche, Ning Fengzhi secretly spoke with his daughter. "Rongrong, did you already know?"

Seeing Ning Fengzhi's fatherly smile, Ning Rongrong became unhappy. "What are you happy about, Dad? If he were willing to acknowledge you and the sect, would you have been so badly wronged by him all these years?"

“This…” After a moment of recollection, Ning Fengzhi remembered the first time he met Qian Shui.

He immediately claimed to be a level 79 Soul Saint and asked if he could try to kill him. He then exchanged a sword strike with Chen Xin, making an extremely bad first impression.

Subsequently, Ning Fengzhi personally orchestrated the assassination of Qianshui, a situation that could be described as a loving father and filial son.

"Rongrong, ignorance is no excuse. I didn't know either back then..."

"Then you should explain it to him yourself. Also, don't try to play matchmaker! Whoever he is, I can only keep him in my heart!"