Douluo Dragon King: The Calamity of the Dead, Reviving Qian Renxue

"Now you understand why I hit you?"

Qian Gu Dongfeng put down his teacup: "If you really harm that child today, tomorrow, the Blood God Legion's wrath will reach the Spirit Pagoda. Do you think we can withstand the retribution of the nine Blood Gods?"

Qian Gu Zhangting opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.

"More importantly—" Qian Gu Dongfeng stood up and walked to him, "that child was specially escorted out by the Blood God Legion, so his identity is definitely not simple. Leng Yaozhu personally received him, and even risked breaking ties with us for his sake... There's a lot more to this than meets the eye."

"Zhangting, you are the future hope of the Qiangu family. You must learn to be patient. As for that child... don't provoke him for now."

"Are we just going to let this go?!" Qian Gu Zhangting gritted his teeth. "I was beaten up on my own turf, and I'm supposed to just swallow my anger?!"

"It's not about giving up," Qian Gu Dongfeng said, his eyes deep. "It's about waiting. Waiting to see the child's background clearly, waiting to find out the Blood God Legion's purpose. Until then—"

He stared into Qian Gu Zhangting's eyes and said, slowly and deliberately, "If you see him, give him the run. That's an order."

Qian Guzhangting's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

To retreat three steps?

At the Spirit Pagoda, did he have to make way for an outsider?

What a shame!

But under his grandfather's gaze, he finally lowered his head and squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.

"……yes."

Qian Gu Dongfeng nodded in satisfaction, then turned and walked into the inner room: "Go and rest. Apply ice to the injury on your face."

After the door closed, Qian Gu Zhang Ting slowly raised its head.

In his eyes, there was no obedience, only resentment suppressed to the extreme.

To retreat three steps?

How could that be?

This isn't over yet!!

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Night was falling.

Luo Yang sat cross-legged, his soul power flowing throughout his body.

Because of the blessing from the plane, his cultivation speed was astonishingly fast. His soul power surged into his meridians like rivers flowing into the sea, with almost no bottlenecks or stagnation.

At this rate, becoming a Limit Douluo before the age of twenty is not an unrealistic dream.

"This is true cheating..."

Luo Yang opened his eyes, feeling the surging power within him, and sighed softly.

In my past life, when I read novels, I always felt that the leveling speed of characters like Huo Yuhao and Tang Wulin was too exaggerated.

Only now, through personal experience, do I realize that with the "world's favorite child" buff, cultivation is as simple as breathing.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Luoyang, are you asleep?"

Before any response could be received, the door was pushed open.

Leng Yaozhu walked in, wearing a silk nightgown.

Her long, wine-red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the neckline of her robe was opened just right, revealing her delicate collarbone and a glimpse of snow-white skin. The robe was very thin, and under the light, it subtly outlined her graceful curves.

Luoyang: "...?"

"I was worried you wouldn't be used to sleeping alone the first night," Leng Yaozhu said naturally as she sat down by the bed. "Aunt Leng is here to keep you company."

No, what's wrong with me sleeping alone?

Luoyang was full of questions.

And with your outfit... who's accompanying whom here?

"Aunt Leng, I can manage on my own." He tried to make his voice sound normal.

"Really?" Leng Yaozhu tilted her head, her red eyes appearing particularly alluring under the light.

"Really." Luo Yang nodded emphatically.

"Okay." Leng Yaozhu stood up and walked to the door.

Luo Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I heard her say:

"Then I'll come again tomorrow night."

The door closed.

Luoyang: "..."

He sat there for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

He truly believed he had awakened a succubus martial spirit...

He shook his head, composed himself, and his thoughts stirred slightly.

"Come out."

Ripples spread across the shadowy corner of the room.

A graceful figure in purple slowly emerged.

Bibi Dong.

It's breathtakingly beautiful.

Her purple hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her eyes shone like stars, and a long violet dress accentuated her snow-white skin.

What's most lethal is her aura; she possesses both the majesty of a pope and the deadly allure of a woman. These two qualities are perfectly blended in her, creating a breathtaking charm.

"I saw everything that happened today." Bibi Dong walked to the window, her back to Luo Yang. "Do you need my help... to wipe out that family surnamed Qian Gu?"

To be honest, I'm really tempted by Luoyang.

In the original work, the Qian family's despicable deeds are too numerous to count: colluding with the Holy Spirit Cult, using living people for experiments, and instigating beast tides for profit...

Calling it a malignant tumor is an understatement.

Eliminating them would be equivalent to ridding the people of a scourge.

But in the end, he shook his head.

"What?" Bibi Dong turned around, raising an eyebrow. "Don't you believe in my strength?"

"No," Luo Yang said, "Your identity cannot be revealed now. Staying in the shadows is more useful than coming into the open."

Bibi Dong is his biggest trump card.

Even a remnant soul of a former god can unleash combat power far beyond imagination. This card must be used at the most crucial moment.

More importantly, he didn't want to disrupt the plot too early.

Having traveled through time, he has been able to proceed cautiously step by step thanks to his foresight regarding the "original work."

Once the butterfly effect gets out of control and the plot deviates completely, his advantages will vanish.

"Let's keep this ancient family around for now," Luo Yang said. "They still have a use."

Bibi Dong gave him a deep look and didn't insist any further.

"However, there's something I need you to do." Luo Yang walked to his desk, unfolded a map of the continent, and said, "Find two people—no, two soul beasts."

"Who?"

"Titan Giant Ape, and Azure Bull Python." Luo Yang's finger traced across the map, "That is... the Great Ming and the Second Ming."

Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Those two beasts...are still alive?!" For the first time, her voice showed a clear emotional fluctuation, a deep-seated hatred.

"They're alive, and thriving," Luo Yang said calmly. "After Tang San became a god, he brought them to the God Realm as well. However, they weren't used to life in the God Realm, so they returned to Douluo Continent and have been living in seclusion ever since."

Bibi Dong clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.

She hates everything related to Tang San.

Especially those two beasts—if it weren't for them, she might not have ended up like that...

"Capturing them is a secondary objective," Luo Yang continued. "The most important thing is the 'small dimension' they created."

"A smaller dimension?"

"A space independent of the main world," Luo Yang explained. "Initially, it was a refuge they used to house endangered soul beasts, and later it developed into the 'Ten Thousand Beasts Platform.' That place... is very useful."

In the original story, the Ten Thousand Beasts Platform expanded by absorbing energy from the abyss, eventually restoring the size of the Star Dou Great Forest and becoming the last sanctuary for soul beasts.

But Luoyang doesn't intend to use it to raise soul beasts.

He has bigger plans.

"How do we find it?" Bibi Dong asked.

In her current state, dealing with two 100,000-year-old soul beasts wouldn't be difficult. The problem is, those two have been hiding for ten thousand years; who knows which nook or cranny they're lurking in?

"Simple," Luo Yang smiled.

It would actually be easy to force Da Ming and Er Ming to show themselves.

Both of them had previously used the aliases "Niu Tian" and "Titan" and served as sect leaders in the Haotian Sect. Although they are now living in seclusion, they would never stand idly by if the Haotian Sect were in trouble.

"Go to the Haotian Sect," Luo Yang said, "and cause a disturbance. Not too much, just enough to make them feel threatened. Wait for them to show themselves—"

He looked at Bibi Dong: "Capture her and bring her back."

A slight smile slowly curved the corners of Bibi Dong's lips.

Cold, cruel, and filled with resentment suppressed for millennia.

"Okay," she said. "I've been waiting for this day... for so long."

With a flash of purple light, her figure disappeared from the room.

Luo Yang walked to the window and looked at the dazzling night view outside.

The lights of Shrek City stretched all the way to the horizon.

The shadow of the Spirit Pagoda was cast on the street, like a crouching giant beast.

He stretched out his hand, and the phantom of the golden-haired lion-mastiff's spirit appeared in his palm. The little guy rubbed against his fingers, purring contentedly.

"It's starting," Luo Yang said softly.

The chessboard has been set up.

The chess pieces should be placed now.