Douluo Continent's childhood sweetheart, Qian Renxue, starts with soul rings transforming into

If it were her at level 98, even if she couldn't defeat her opponent, she could probably hold out until her grandfather arrived. In that case, the situation might be completely different. Even if her grandfather wasn't her match, he would still have the leverage to negotiate with her, given his status as a peerless Douluo.

Being too weak means getting beaten up and having your beloved taken away by others. I hate this feeling. When it comes to Xiao Feng, I've had a smooth journey, but this is the first time I've experienced the feeling of him leaving my side.

How can we not get stronger quickly?

"Sister Lingyuan, you can go out first. I need to cultivate for a while longer."

Ling Yuan pursed her lips, nodded helplessly, and walked towards the door.

"Huh? When did a letter arrive?"

Swah——

Qian Renxue, who was meditating cross-legged, suddenly rushed to Ling Yuan's side, picked up the letter directly, just like that day, a letter that appeared abruptly.

A light flickered again in Qian Renxue's somewhat vacant eyes.

“Sister Lingyuan, look, this letter…” Qian Renxue’s voice trembled slightly as she eagerly wanted to share this sudden joy and anticipation.

The two carefully opened the envelope. Inside was a thin piece of paper with a few lines of writing on it, the handwriting strong and powerful.

"Xiaoxue, Sister Lingyuan, don't worry. I'm doing well and am receiving guidance from my seniors. When I return, I will be even stronger. You must also keep going and not let yourselves stop. For our promise, I see the possibility of challenging the gods."

Qian Renxue wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. The simple few lines of text stirred up waves in her heart. It was Lin Feng's handwriting; she knew it all too well.

“Sister Lingyuan, it’s Xiaofeng.”

"Ah."

Qian Renxue breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly remembered Bibi Dong's reaction after Xiao Feng was taken away. Her name didn't appear in this letter.

hehe--

Qian Renxue pulled Ling Yuan aside: "Come on, Sister Ling Yuan, let's go show this letter to that kind sister."

Meanwhile, inside the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong rested her chin on her hand, looking at the letter in her grasp. A wide smile, almost reaching her ears, played on her lips, and her eyes gleamed with a complex light. This letter, too, was written by Lin Feng, and the way it appeared in Bibi Dong's hands was exactly the same as how it had appeared in Qian Renxue's hands—abrupt and mysterious.

"Dong'er, Dong'er, hehe~~ Little Feng~~"

Bibi Dong stroked her cheek, somewhat intoxicated.

Suddenly, he frowned, put away the letter in his hand, and looked outside the main hall.

"What's the matter?"

Bibi Dong spoke softly, her tone gentle. Qian Renxue wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Bibi Dong's gaze was filled with regret.

Bibi Dong's lips curled into a smile as she looked at Qian Renxue, a sense of superiority rising within her. "Xiao Feng wrote you a letter, didn't you? You didn't expect that, did you?"

Ignoring Bibi Dong's bewildered gaze, Qian Renxue took out Lin Feng's letter, raised her head slightly, and said with a smile, "This is a letter from Xiao Feng to me and Sister Ling Yuan. Would you like to take a look together?"

Bibi Dong's smile faltered. What a Lin Xiaofeng!

Chapter 169 Dark Blue Silver Grass and the Jade Xiaogang Token that Backstabbed Tang San

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Setting aside her slight resentment towards Lin Feng, Bibi Dong tried her best to maintain her facial expression. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and although her voice was soft, it carried an undeniable authority. She tried her best to make her tone sound completely devoid of emotional fluctuation.

Seated on that throne that symbolized power and prestige, her legs were crossed, displaying an elegant yet dignified posture, while her arms crossed over her chest, adding to her unassailable aura.

"Really? Why are you so agitated?" Her words carried a hint of reproach, yet gently reminded the person in front of her, "Didn't we already know that senior meant no harm? With Xiao Feng's strength and wisdom, there's no way his life would be in danger. As Xiao Feng said, 'Even if Mount Tai collapses before you, you won't change your expression,' that's the spirit and demeanor you, the young master of the Spirit Hall, should have."

She paused slightly, her gaze deepening as she looked at the other person, and continued, "I know you're worried and confused, and it's only natural that you're concerned about Xiaofeng's safety. But you must remember, as the future of the Spirit Hall, your every word and action represents our honor and dignity."

Even if this letter really was delivered by that legendary powerful figure through Xiao Feng, you shouldn't have lost your composure like this. You should learn to remain calm and rational in any situation.

Qian Renxue was taken aback. Was she really that emotional? Wasn't she supposed to be showing off in front of her? Why did it feel like she was being lectured by her instead?

Where am I?

Bibi Dong flew down and patted Qian Renxue on the shoulder: "I understand. You saw Xiao Feng's letter and wanted to share your joy with me, right? I'd be happy to. Let me see it."

As she spoke, she slowly took the letter from Qian Renxue's hand and began reading it as if no one else was around. Bibi Dong's eyes flickered slightly. He was only saying encouraging words to these two, and comforting and sentimental words to her. Did he really think she was so emotionally unstable? Hmph.

And this plan is really clever. It's to convince that senior to send different letters to me and Qian Renxue, is it to prevent them from running into each other and getting into trouble? Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng, I'm not that narrow-minded. The position of the rightful queen should belong to me. What does it matter if they arrived earlier!

You've been interested in that Blue Silver Emperor, haven't you? I've guided you quite well. When you come back, it'll be two against two, and the advantage is mine!

"Hey, you"

Qian Renxue snatched the letter from Bibi Dong's hand and glared at her resentfully.

Bibi Dong was surprised. "Didn't you say you were going to show me? Why did you take it back? Xiao Feng is right. Since there's nothing to worry about, that's good." Qian Renxue pursed her lips. This feeling of powerlessness in her punches was frustrating. "You were so worried about Xiao Feng before, why are you so calm now?"

Bibi Dong smiled slightly: "Weren't you the same back then? A moment of anger is enough. If he is well, I am at ease; if he is in danger, I will do my best to help him."

The two were taken aback. Why did Bibi Dong seem to have a better mindset than them? Something was really wrong!

Bibi Dong left a meaningful look and slowly walked to the back of the hall. "If there's nothing important, you should go and cultivate. What can we do for Xiao Feng now? Don't forget, that expert has almost god-level strength."

Bibi Dong clenched her fist, wanting to see her own soreness? Impossible! She had won this round!

I really want to know what expression Qian Renxue would have if I put my letter in front of her. Lin Xiaofeng, you'd better come back soon!

They were both incredibly reluctant to see her so smug and self-satisfied. A strange feeling lingered in their hearts. Was this indifferent person the same one who had reacted with fury when Xiao Feng was taken away? Why did they always feel at a disadvantage when they interacted with her?

More than a month has passed. To the east of the Heavenly Dou Empire, in the Ancient Scar Hills.

A slightly thin figure moved through the forest, a blue silver grass floating in his right hand, layers of blood-red light enveloping it.

Whenever the crimson color disappeared, Tang San would expressionlessly take out a jade bottle from the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night and drip a few drops of red blood.

This red blood comes from the "evil soul beasts" and evil soul masters along the way. It is made from their essence and blood, containing the strongest life force of an individual, and is an excellent nutrient for the growth and mutation of Blue Silver Grass.

Although there are some side effects, and the bloodshed will affect his mind, he is, after all, a god-king who has memories of the City of Slaughter. Such a little bit of bloodlust and erosion is nothing to him.

"found it!"

A glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. He stopped at the foot of a secluded hill and used his Flying Claw to reach a cave hidden by vines. "Fortunately, my memory is not wrong. This is where the two thousand-year-old blood ginsengs are!"

Tang San dug out the two blood ginsengs and carefully placed them into the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlight. These were crucial to his next plan. With these two blood ginsengs, he was confident he could complete the final mutation of the Blue Silver Grass.

He sat cross-legged, adjusted his breathing, and entered a state of tranquility. Then, he summoned his martial soul, Blue Silver Grass, took out the two thousand-year-old blood ginsengs, ground one of them into powder, and sprinkled it evenly on the Blue Silver Grass.

Gritting his teeth, he swallowed another blood ginseng, no longer caring about the side effect of consuming his future foundation. What future could a useless martial soul like Blue Silver Grass have without the strength of its bloodline?

As long as one can become a god in the future, one can be restored, and even undergo purification under the light of the sea god on the island of the sea god, there is a possibility of restoration.

Blood ginseng, unless it has been around for ten thousand years, is just pure potential being squeezed out, but its effect is remarkable when used now! After more than a month of nourishing Blue Silver Grass with blood and vitality, Blue Silver Grass has begun to show signs of plasticity.

In addition, the second spirit ring grants the spirit skill "Absorption." When released, the Blue Silver Grass grows barbs, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at its root location and converting it into spirit power to replenish itself.

Although the amount absorbed and the speed of conversion were unsatisfactory, and the more one looked at it, the more it seemed like a useless soul skill like Yu Xiaogang's pig, Tang San was quite satisfied with it at this moment. This was exactly the kind of ability he needed.

"Cough-cough-"

Tang San's face showed pain, but he gritted his teeth and used his soul power to guide the medicinal power of the Blood Ginseng through his body. He could feel the powerful life force of the Blood Ginseng surging in his meridians, providing a continuous source of energy for his Blue Silver Grass.

Quite abruptly, as the medicine flowed along the path Yu Xiaogang had taught him on his right leg, the previously mild medicinal power suddenly erupted, surging throughout his body and damaging his internal organs.

Tang San was shocked, his face changing drastically. He hadn't expected the medicinal power of the blood ginseng to suddenly go out of control at this moment. The powerful medicinal force surged through his body like a wild horse, violently assaulting his meridians, as if trying to tear his body apart.

He focused his mind, trying his best to control his soul power to guide the violent medicinal force. However, the ferocity of the medicinal force exceeded his expectations; his meridians felt as if they were being burned by raging fire, causing excruciating pain.

"How could this happen?!" Tang San was secretly shocked. His original plan was to use the medicinal power of the Blood Ginseng to make the Blue Silver Grass complete its final mutation, but he did not expect that the medicinal power would go out of control in his body.

He needed to expel the medicinal power from his body or have it absorbed as soon as possible, otherwise his body would suffer serious damage. However, the medicinal power seemed to have a mind of its own, always changing direction just as he was about to control it, leaving him helpless.

Moreover, the crisis was far from over. The Blue Silver Grass, a martial soul, was also absorbing the energy of the powdered blood ginseng, its frantic swaying displaying its rejection of the energy.

"puff--"

Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura weakening. The blood ginseng was like a furnace igniting within his body, granting him potential and aiding in the further mutation of the Blue Silver Grass, while simultaneously consuming his own life force. When the fuse burned out, his body would explode. Of course, it wouldn't be a physical explosion; at most, he would die suddenly.

"Vitality! I need more vitality! Herbs, flesh and blood."

Now that things have come to this, there is no turning back. Originally, Tang San was just following this idea, trying to mutate the Blue Silver Grass and control the absorption of external energy. But now, this inexplicable change has forced him to go down a dark path.

Tang San's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He took out the 700-year-old human-faced spider corpse that he had previously hired to hunt and directly summoned the Blue Silver Grass to frantically absorb its essence. He also took out the medicinal herbs he had accumulated from the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon, and swallowed any suitable ones in one go.

He let the medicinal power flow into his meridians, but each time it passed through the meridian on his right leg, it would trigger another outbreak. Although he had vaguely sensed something was wrong, Tang San dared not stop.

Because he had already incorporated Lin Feng and Yu Xiaogang's paths into the new version of the Xuan Tian Gong, and had been operating according to this cycle of Qi circulation all along, if he were to suddenly change it at this critical juncture, the discomfort and rejection that his body would experience might actually trigger the current situation.

"Damn Yu Xiaogang! The meridians in this right leg don't seem to cause any harm normally, but once there's a problem, it becomes a damage amplifier! No wonder your martial soul, Luo Sanpao, that useless ability, has become stronger! It turns out you didn't get an ability boost; you've gone further and further down the wrong path!"

10 → 20 and -10 → -20, although the absolute values ​​are the same, are completely different in nature!

Damn it, I've messed things up again! Teacher, oh teacher, you really are my best teacher! Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, his veins were bulging, and he was panting heavily.

Seeing the rapidly consumed soul beast meat and the exhausted herbs, Tang San frantically summoned the Clear Sky Hammer, smashed open the cave, and headed into the forest.

Tang San's body was like a sieve, absorbing life force while simultaneously letting it flow out; this was a moment of life-or-death crisis.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that when death is imminent, potential is unleashed, and the absorption of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul finally moves towards "devouring".

"A Wind Wolf that hunts Soft-Boned Rabbits? Bullying the weak, especially since it's a member of Xiao Wu's own kind, it must be an evil soul beast! You've already chosen your death! Become my food!"

"The Ten-Jin Ant that dissected the corpse of the dead Crimson Tiger? The soul beast is already dead, yet it still doesn't spare his remains; it's courting death!"

"A Joyous Ape that boasts of its power in broad daylight? It's utterly despicable in the world of spirit beasts! My Xiao Wu has run away, and you still dare to appear before me? You're courting death!"

Tang San wreaked havoc in the Ancient Scar Hills, like a madman out of control, his eyes bloodshot, unleashing Blue Silver Grass and hidden weapons as he searched for the so-called "evil soul beasts." His figure darted through the forest, each appearance accompanied by a storm of blood and gore.