Douluo Continent: Targeted Thoughts, Winning Over Bibi Dong at the Start

At this point, it lowered its head, its massive, scarlet eyes fixed on Qin Heng, its gaze filled with scrutiny and a hint of barely concealed gratitude: "Human, you haven't answered my question yet. You could have killed me too, why didn't you?"

Qin Heng crossed his arms and looked at it calmly: "Why would I kill you?"

Titan Snow Demon King was taken aback.

"It's true you're a 100,000-year-old soul beast, and your soul rings and soul bones are indeed precious," Qin Heng said calmly, as if discussing a trivial matter. "But I, Qin Heng, am not the kind of madman who kills every soul beast he sees. Those two fallen soul masters were enemies of the Spirit Hall and a scourge on the continent; killing them was my duty. As for you..."

Qin Heng paused, his gaze sweeping over the Titan Snow Demon King's numerous wounds: "You're nothing but an unlucky fellow who got beaten up by his own kind and then taken advantage of by a fallen soul master. Killing you is neither necessary nor in line with my principles."

Titan Snow Demon King fell silent.

It has lived for 100,000 years and has seen countless humans. In its understanding, nine and a half out of ten human soul masters would rush at a 100,000-year-old soul beast with bloodshot eyes.

The allure of a 100,000-year-old soul ring and soul bone is enough to drive even the most rational human to madness.

But this human in front of it, who clearly had the strength to kill it, and it could sense the terrifying power contained in the dark red armor and the ferocious halberd, chose to let it go.

"Your name is Qin Heng?" Titan Snow Demon King asked.

"good."

"I will remember you." The Titan Snow Demon King slowly sat down, his massive body thudding as he pressed down on the ground. "I don't like owing favors. You saved my life today, and I will remember this kindness. If you ever need my help in the future, just come to the Frozen Forest to find me."

Qin Heng's lips curled slightly. This Titan Snow Demon King may look simple-minded, but it has a clear sense of right and wrong.

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony." Qin Heng nodded, then changed the subject, "But given your current condition, you should focus on recovering from your injuries first."

Although those two fallen soul masters are dead, there may still be other dangers in the Frozen Forest. In your current state, you might not be able to withstand another enemy at the Title Douluo level.

Titan Snow Demon King snorted but did not refute. It knew very well that Qin Heng was telling the truth. Its current injuries would take at least a year and a half to heal.

Qin Heng thought for a moment, then took out a small jade bottle from his storage soul tool and casually tossed it to Titan Snow Demon King.

The jade bottle traced an arc in the air before being carefully held in the hand by the Titan Snow Demon King with his two enormous fingers, a rather comical sight.

"What is this?" Titan Snow Demon King squinted at the jade bottle in his palm, which was so small that it was almost invisible to him.

"Healing medicine. Specially made by the Spirit Hall, it's incredibly effective against external injuries." Qin Heng turned and waved his hand casually. "Just apply it to the wound. While it might not cure the injuries you sustained from Atai, it will at least help those superficial wounds heal faster."

Titan Snow Demon King stared at the small jade bottle in his palm, remained silent for a long while, and then muttered, "Thanks."

Qin Heng waved his hand without turning his head, and flew out of the Frozen Forest with Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

The three flew a long way before Yue Guan finally couldn't help but speak up: "Your Highness, are you just going to let that Titan Snow Demon King go like that? That's a 100,000-year-old soul beast! Its soul rings and soul bones..."

"Elder Yue Guan." Qin Heng interrupted him, his tone calm but with an undeniable air, "I've said it before, not all soul beasts should be killed. That Titan Snow Demon King is injured. Killing it to obtain its soul ring and soul bone wouldn't be of much use to me, but keeping it might come in a greater use in the future."

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the vast, frozen forest behind him, a meaningful smile curving his lips: "Moreover, the favor of a 100,000-year-old soul beast is sometimes more valuable than a soul ring."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance and nodded thoughtfully.

The blizzard had stopped sometime earlier, and the figures of Qin Heng and his two companions gradually disappeared into the distance on the snow-covered plain, soon vanishing at the edge of the vast northern horizon.

Qin Heng and Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo traveled south, traversing the vast territory of the Heaven Dou Empire, and finally returned to Heaven Dou City.

The Martial Soul Temple still stands majestically in the center of the city, its golden roof reflecting a dazzling light in the setting sun.

Qin Heng had just stepped into the temple gates and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when he bumped into a familiar figure in the courtyard.

Xiao Wu was squatting by the flower bed, munching on a carrot with a crunching sound.

After a year apart, she looked much more lively, her face was rounder, her originally pointed chin had become a bit rounder, and even her pink rabbit ears seemed to be shinier than before.

Her pink dress was stretched a little too tight, and you could vaguely pinch some soft flesh around her waist.

Qin Heng glanced at her soul power and found that it had hardly increased since a year ago, but her weight had increased significantly.

Judging from her appearance, this girl already knows that she is destined to become Qian Renxue's spirit, so she simply gives up and spends her days eating, drinking, and having fun, without thinking about anything else.

"Oh, you're back?" Xiao Wu saw Qin Heng, waved the carrot at him as a greeting, and said with a carefree tone, "You've been on this trip for quite a while. I thought you'd died out there."

Qin Heng was too lazy to argue with her, and just gave her a half-smile: "You seem to be living a pretty comfortable life."

Xiao Wu snorted, took another bite of carrot, and mumbled indistinctly, "Anyway, it's all the same ending, why should I make myself suffer? I should eat and drink as usual, why think so much?"

Qin Heng shook his head, said nothing more, and walked straight towards his palace.

Anyway, her situation after becoming a spirit has nothing to do with the cultivation level of the transformed spirit beast before its death. No matter how much she slacks off, it won't affect the final result. Let her be.

That evening, Qin Heng was meditating cross-legged in the cultivation room, consolidating his peak level 68 soul power, when suddenly a thought struck him and he opened his eyes.

A familiar and powerful sacred aura was emanating from the direction of the main gate of the Martial Soul Temple. The aura was noble and aloof, carrying an innate majesty.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

Qin Heng got up and opened the door, and saw Qian Renxue standing outside in a white dress. Her long golden hair shone softly in the moonlight, and her purple eyes held a hint of eager excitement.

Qin Heng's gaze swept over her, and he raised an eyebrow slightly.

Qian Renxue's soul power fluctuations are more solid and profound than a year ago, and she has steadily broken through level 70. As long as she obtains the seventh soul ring, she can break through to the Soul Saint realm at any time.

"Come in." Qin Heng stepped aside.

Qian Renxue stepped into the room and, before even sitting down, asked bluntly, "Xiao Heng, when can I make that Soft Bone Rabbit my soul spirit? I've been waiting for a year."

Qin Heng did not answer immediately, but gestured for her to sit down opposite him. Then he closed his eyes and his spiritual power surged out like a tide, carefully probing Qian Renxue's spiritual sea.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and shook his head slightly: "Xiaoxue, your current mental strength is not enough to contract a 100,000-year-old soul beast. You need to improve your mental strength further."

Qian Renxue was taken aback, a hint of confusion flashing in her purple eyes: "Enhance mental power? How?"

This question stumped Qin Heng.

He then realized that in the Douluo Continent at this time, apart from Tang San's yet-to-appear Purple Demon Eye and the Dew of Longing for Autumn Water in the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye, there was indeed no systematic method for cultivating spiritual power.

Soul Masters can only improve their spiritual power through the most basic method: slowly accumulating it through meditation, or by being lucky enough to absorb a high-quality head soul bone.

Aside from that, the only relatively reliable way is through life-or-death battles, high-intensity confrontations, illusionary torture, and mental shocks.

These extreme methods can indeed forcefully stimulate mental strength to break through barriers and become stronger with each battle, but they are extremely risky. A slight mistake can damage one's mental state, causing headaches for months or even the collapse of one's mental sea, turning one into an idiot.

Qin Heng frowned, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table as he frantically searched his mind for a solution.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

That was a treasure that appeared in the second era of Douluo Continent—the mermaid's tears.

This treasure directly nourishes the sea of ​​spirit and refines spiritual power without any side effects.

Even ordinary people can gain spiritual intelligence and prolong their lives by taking it, and it is a spiritual treasure that Soul Masters dream of.

Mermaid tears can be considered one of the strongest spiritual tonics in Douluo Continent. They can increase spiritual power, repair spiritual trauma, and defend against mental control, making them a top-tier treasure from the ocean.

"I've got it." Qin Heng raised his head, a glint of light in his eyes. "Xiao Xue, there's a treasure called 'Mermaid's Tears,' which can directly nourish the sea of ​​spirit, greatly enhance spiritual power, and has no side effects."

Qian Renxue's purple eyes lit up: "Mermaid tears? Where can I find them?"

"The ocean." Qin Heng said with certainty, "Mermaid tears are formed from the tears shed by mermaids when they are extremely sad or happy. They are the most precious treasures in the ocean. This treasure is extremely rare and can only be found in the mermaid territory in the deep sea."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue stood up without hesitation: "I'll write a letter to Grandpa right away."

Qin Heng was slightly taken aback: "Write a letter to the Grand Elder?"

"Yes." Qian Renxue's tone was resolute, her purple eyes flashing with a determined light. "Grandpa is a level 99 Limit Douluo, and with his Angel Martial Soul, he has the ability to fly. Going out to sea to find the mermaid's tears is not a difficult task for him. Moreover, Grandpa loves me the most. As long as I ask for something, he will definitely help me find it."

Qin Heng thought for a moment and nodded. Qian Daoliu was indeed the most suitable candidate.

With his strength as a level 99 Limit Douluo, he could cross the ocean as easily as walking on flat ground, and he could even deal with powerful sea spirit beasts in the deep sea.

Moreover, the Angelic Martial Soul has an extremely fast flight speed, making its search efficiency on the sea surface far superior to that of ordinary people.

"Alright," Qin Heng said, "but you have to write down the details clearly. Mermaid tears are crystals formed from the tears shed by the mermaid race. They are usually in the shape of lustrous pearls. Ordinary mermaid tears are light-colored, while royal tears are golden."

It typically appears in the waters near mermaid settlements, or in coral reef areas where mermaids once gathered.

Qian Renxue listened attentively, memorizing every detail.

She walked to Qin Heng's desk, picked up paper and pen, and began to write a letter to Qian Daoliu.

After finishing writing, Qian Renxue summoned Serpent Spear Douluo and asked him to make a trip to the Hall of Worship and personally hand the letter to Qian Daoliu.

"Alright." Qian Renxue turned around, a hint of anticipation flashing in her purple eyes. "At Grandpa's pace, we should get a response within a month at most."

Qin Heng leaned back in his chair, looking at Qian Renxue's determined expression, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He knew very well how much Qian Daoliu loved this granddaughter. However, going out to sea to find some mermaid tears was indeed not a difficult task for that invincible Limit Douluo.

After seeing Qian Renxue off, Qin Heng did not linger at the Martial Soul Temple.

His soul power has now reached the peak of level 68, and he is only one step away from level 69.

However, this very thin line requires an enormous accumulation of energy to cross, and although the cultivation environment of the Martial Soul Temple is good, it is far from enough for him.

He needs a more suitable place.

That place was naturally the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, the most extreme place where ice and fire meet in the world. The ice and fire energy in the spring water would kill an ordinary soul master if touched, but for him, who had consumed both the Blazing Apricot and the Eight-Cornered Profound Ice Grass and possessed the Ice and Fire Dragon King's Reverse Scale, it was a perfect cultivation holy land made in heaven.

Early the next morning, Qin Heng left Tiandou City alone.

He no longer had Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo guard him. With his current strength, unless he encountered a Title Douluo of level 95 or above, he didn't need anyone to protect him at all.

Moreover, the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well is now a secret stronghold of the Spirit Hall, guarded by the enshrined members of the Hall of Worship year-round, so there is no need to worry about its security.

As soon as you step into the area of ​​the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, the familiar aura of ice and fire rushes towards you.

On one side is the scorching heat of lava, and on the other side is the biting cold of the far north. These two completely opposite forces coexist in a strange way in this small valley, weaving together a magnificent and eerie picture.

The titled Douluo stationed here has been replaced by the Lion Douluo.

Upon seeing Qin Heng, he was slightly taken aback, then stood up, sized him up, and said with a smile, "You're not bad, kid! Your soul power level has already reached level 68 in such a short time."

"I'm just lucky, Grandpa Lion. I'm here to go into seclusion for a while and not let anyone disturb me."

The Lion Douluo grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Don't worry, with me here, I will never let anyone disturb you."

Qin Heng didn't say anything more and went straight to the core area of ​​the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

The two springs, one red and one blue, circle each other like the yin and yang fish in a tai chi symbol, yet remain clearly distinct.

The red spring water bubbled with fiery hot bubbles, while the blue spring water exuded a bone-chilling cold. The air at the point where the two met was distorted into a dreamlike mist.