When Qian Daoliu transmigrated into Douluo Continent II, even the evil spirit masters were terrified

Chapter 31 Descendants of the Angelic Lineage

The next morning, Qian Daoliu finished his overnight tempering.

He opened his eyes, looked down at the layer of light gray impurities that had condensed on his arm, frowned slightly, circulated his soul power to disperse them, and then exhaled a breath of turbid air.

The entire quenching process went quite smoothly. One-tenth of the quenching was completed in four hours, and it will be completely completed in about ten more days.

If the tempering is also carried out during the day, the time can be reduced by more than half.

He didn't know whether it was fast or slow.

Qian Daoliu got out of bed, not intending to give up the time to consult the classics. He figured it was only a matter of time before he condensed his soul core, so there was no need to rush.

He brought the Snow Emperor embryo downstairs, where he found Chunlan and Qiuju already waiting.

Chunlan was holding a hot water bottle, and Qiuju was holding a towel.

At this moment, Qiuju saw him coming downstairs, so she quickly put the towel in hot water to wet it, wrung it out, and handed it to him with both hands.

"grown ups."

Qian Daoliu hummed in agreement, took the towel, covered his face with it, and wiped it. The heat hit his face, instantly invigorating him.

He then handed it back to Qiuju.

At this moment, Chunlan also brought over toothbrushes.

A bamboo-handled toothbrush, and tooth powder made from finely ground salt.

And so, with the help of two maids, Qian Daoliu quickly washed up and then set off for the Royal Library.

The morning light was exceptionally bright, shining on the bluestone pavement and giving it a soft sheen.

A few clear birdsongs drifted from the bamboo grove beside the road.

He arrived at the Royal Library.

The middle-aged man at the door greeted him with a smile.

"The senior is here again."

Qian Daoliu nodded in greeting, pushed open the door and entered, his goal clear, and went straight to the bookshelf where the books related to soul guides were placed.

This bookshelf is located at the deepest part of the first floor. The books on it are much newer than those in the history section, and the gold lettering on the covers still shines.

Qian Daoliu pulled out a copy of "Introduction to Soul Master".

Turn to the first page.

It explains the underlying logic of soul tools and the conflicts between some common materials.

For example, mithril and adamantite cannot be directly smelted; a star-patterned steel layer is needed as a buffer.

For example, the engraving depth of the soul power circuit must be accurate to the millimeter; if it is too deep, it will explode, and if it is too shallow, it will not be able to conduct.

This book is easy to understand.

Qian Daoliu also watched very carefully.

He flipped through the pages one by one, occasionally pausing to frown and ponder the meaning of a certain word.

About half an hour later.

He closed "Introduction to Soul Mastery" and found it a bit difficult. Although he could understand it, there were many terms he had never heard of before.

What is a soul power circulation?

What is a core magic array?

What is a fixed-load ammunition?

The book contains only dry text descriptions, without any actual objects to compare it with.

He couldn't understand what it meant.

It is estimated that only by actually operating the device and successfully creating a soul tool can one truly master the basics.

Qian Daoliu put "Introduction to Soul Guidance" back on the bookshelf, stroked his chin, and said, "Let's first read through all the books on soul tools in the entire library, memorize them, and then start practicing."

Having made up his mind, Qian Daoliu immediately prepared to take out another book.

At that moment, he suddenly sensed a familiar aura, sacred and pure, carrying an innate holiness.

"Um?"

Qian Daoliu's hand stopped in mid-air. He turned his head to look in one direction, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. His figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Only a slowly fading golden afterimage remained in front of the bookshelf.

In the blink of an eye.

Qian Daoliu then appeared above Xingluo Square.

He stood in the sky, hands behind his back, the wind blowing his white robes fluttering in the air.

Qian Daoliu looked down at the densely packed crowd below.

The square is oval-shaped, surrounded by tiered stands.

The stands were packed with spectators, and the noise was deafening.

Their gazes were fixed on the two teams battling it out in the center of the square.

To be precise, his gaze was fixed on only one person from beginning to end.

She was a fair-skinned, elegant, and pure-looking blonde girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a light gold outfit and holding a thin sword in her hand.

Most importantly, it also has a pair of golden wings on its back.

"Angelic Martial Soul!"

Upon seeing the golden wings, Qian Daoliu finally confirmed his suspicions.

This girl has actually awakened the Angelic Martial Soul!

He will never admit his mistake.

"It seems that the Angel lineage did not die out after the Spirit Hall was destroyed."

Qian Daoliu was very excited at this moment.

He had lived for a hundred years and held a high position, so he had long been accustomed to not showing his emotions.

But at this moment, he could hardly suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

The lineage of angels.

His people.

It's still there!

However, it looks like they're having a match right now.

The two teams are locked in a fierce battle.

The light of the soul skill exploded in the center of the square, displaying a dazzling array of colors.

Qian Daoliu felt it would be better to wait until after he was done before seeing the girl.

When the time comes, we must ask the girl about her identity and who else is in her family.

Perhaps we can find the Angel Family of today.

Qian Dao revealed a smile. At this moment, he felt like a wanderer who had been away from home for many years, suddenly meeting his relatives. It was truly the happiest day since he had transmigrated.

He's even started planning his future in his mind.

The descendants of the angels.

Rebuild the Spirit Hall.

Then they took them to spread the glory of angels across the mainland.

Just thinking about it fills me with enthusiasm.

Qian Daoliu's lips curled up, and then he flashed to an open space on the outskirts of the square.

There are few people here, the terrain is slightly higher, and the view is open.

He stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the two teams fight not far away, focusing on the girl's fighting skills and moves.

After watching for a while, Qian Daoliu frowned slightly.

"Hmm, so it's just a two-winged angel, not very high quality."

"But with diligent training in the future, he may very well become a Title Douluo."

"It's just that their combat skills are too rough."

"I've only learned the basics of swordsmanship; I haven't grasped the essence. There's still a lot of room for improvement."

"The timing wasn't good either."

He casually pointed out the shortcomings.

His tone was exactly like when he was instructing the younger generation at the Spirit Hall.

I didn't realize that many people were paying attention to me.

Of course, even if they found out, they wouldn't care.

At this moment, nothing is more important than the descendants of the angelic lineage.

Not far away.

Ma Xiaotao was watching the Soul Fighting competition with her companions.

She came here specifically to watch the other teams' performances, in order to prepare for the upcoming matches.

Suddenly, Ma Xiaotao noticed something and turned her head slightly. Immediately, a striking figure with golden hair and a white robe came into view. It was her senior!

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However, she clearly misunderstood, and sighed softly.

"Sigh, the Shrek Academy competition was yesterday, why are you only arriving now, senior?"

Ma Xiaotao was quite depressed.

She recalled the invincible aura she had displayed yesterday.

Phoenix flames engulfed the entire field, and one person dominated the opposing team.

I feel it's a real shame that I didn't get to see Sendoru.

"However, senior shouldn't be leaving so soon. There are still the quarterfinals, semifinals, and finals to come. Shrek Academy will definitely fight its way to the finals under my leadership and win the championship."

"I believe my seniors will see my performance during this period."

Ma Xiaotao muttered to herself.

A confident glint flashed in her eyes.