Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 116, Pages 112-113—The Eye of Judgment

"Holy Maiden, how is it?" Mei Douluo asked in a trembling voice.

"It should be considered a success," Qian Lingyun said, playing with the carving knife in her hand with satisfaction.

The Soul-Devouring Carving Blade, after being modified by her, not only retained its original cold and eccentric appearance, but also possessed even more domineering attributes than before.

"The soul tools made with my Soul-Devouring Carving Knife will come with three attributes: soul loss, wound decay, and soul power erosion!" Qian Lingyun casually took out some metal and began experimenting on the small table beside the bed, rubbing her hands together eagerly!

Beside Qian Lingyun, Mei Douluo crossed her arms in front of her chest, her fists clenched tightly, clearly indicating that she was extremely nervous.

Qian Lingyun sat upright in front of the small table, holding an oval-shaped metal object the size of a cherry in her left hand and a Soul-Devouring Carving Knife in her right hand, slowly and meticulously carving on the metal block.

Qian Lingyun's movements were not fast, but the moment she struck the blade was quick and precise.

The oval-shaped metal block was silvery-white and exuded a strange aura. As Qian Lingyun skillfully carved it, some peculiar patterns that even Mei Douluo had never seen before were gradually engraved on it.

Time ticked by, and Qian Lingyun put down the metal object in her hand and stared blankly for a few minutes. When she opened her eyes again, she seemed to have a new inspiration.

She picked up the metal object again and accelerated the carving with the infusion of soul power using the carving knife. Her hand and the carving knife even left afterimages.

Its speed is even several times faster than before.

Finally, as Qian Lingyun slowly carved the last stroke, she gently tossed the metal object in her hand to fling away the tiny metal shavings, but her movements did not stop.

Qian Lingyun carefully picked up some small parts she had made earlier and began to assemble them. After the outer shell was assembled, she put the metal core she had just made into it. Thus, a pseudo-level three soul guide ray was assembled.

As Qian Lingyun's soul power was slowly injected into it, the muzzle of the soul guide ray emitted a distinct purple light. With a gentle tap towards the window, a purple beam of light flew directly out of the window, disappearing without a trace.

In the distance, a passerby was suddenly struck in the knee, fell to the ground with a thud, and started cursing...

"Holy Maiden, I have some business to attend to..." Mei Douluo winked at Qian Lingyun playfully, then grinned and made a comical face: "Hehehe..."

Seeing Mei Douluo's behavior, Qian Lingyun guessed what was going on. She sighed softly and said, "Just go, why are you asking me! I don't know how to play cards here..."

"Hehe!" Mei Douluo gave a thumbs-up, then got up and walked towards the door.

...

"What a fine knife!"

After putting down the soul tool, Qian Lingyun gently stroked the Soul-Devouring Carving Knife that was so closely connected to her. In a daze, the carving knife disappeared from her hand.

Her extremely keen intuition immediately spotted the problem.

Shifting the gaze slightly upwards, the tip of the Soul-Devouring Carving Blade was pointing directly at her forehead above her brow, which was also the location of her divine emblem.

Before Qian Lingyun could react, the Soul-Devouring Carving Blade actually pierced directly into the pupil symbol on her divine emblem.

As the blade pierced her head, the cold and sinister aura emanating from the carving knife suddenly entered her body. Qian Lingyun felt as if she had been stabbed in the stomach, her whole body went limp, and she had no strength left.

Electrolux frowned, sensing something was amiss. He immediately stepped in to protect Qian Lingyun's spiritual essence while sensing the changes around him.

The purplish-black carving knife that pierced the center of the divine emblem trembled slightly. Strangely, the wound on the divine emblem did not overflow with chilling blood. Instead, large gushes of purple energy continuously gushed out.

Enveloped in this purple aura, the Soul-Devouring Carving Blade began to be assimilated into the same gas, eventually merging into the wound.

The wound that had been opened did not close as the carving knife was inserted; instead, it slowly opened outwards, like... an eye.

The divine emblem did not resist this external force, perhaps because they were originally of the same origin.

The Rakshasa deity actually took the initiative to help this power from the Soul-Devouring Carving Blade.

The dark purple light gradually stabilized, and the pupil symbol in the center of the Thousand Spirits Divine Emblem had disappeared.

From the crack on her forehead, a small purple bead transformed into a crystal-clear amethyst eye, blending seamlessly with its surroundings.

Qian Lingyun's soul and spiritual essence were constantly emitting excited and sharp hissing sounds. Terrifying soul power fluctuations were constantly rising at this moment, and Qian Lingyun's long hair involuntarily transformed into fine snake hair.

These small snakes absorbed as much of the surrounding soul power as possible and fed it back to their main body, but they could only use this to protect Qian Lingyun's physical body. They were powerless against the aura sensed by the sea of ​​spirit.

She didn't know how much time had passed. Qian Lingyun walked helplessly in endless despair when suddenly, she felt light in the endless darkness.

It was a deep purple.

Qian Lingyun's enhanced spiritual essence was nourished by this deep purple hue.

"Teacher, what's going on?" Qian Lingyun asked.

"It's because the power of the remnant soul of the god you consumed has completely merged with your own abilities," Electrox said gently, then his form materialized in Qian Lingyun's spiritual sea.

Electrolux was very old, but in the Sea of ​​Spirit, he naturally used his youngest appearance.

His looks truly lived up to the title of Son of Light; even the discerning Qian Lingyun couldn't find a single flaw.

Seeing the students staring at him in a daze, Electrolux sighed and rubbed his forehead, thinking, "So, I guess I can't show my true face? Anyone who sees my face will stare for a long time... Sigh!"

"Ahem, sorry... Teacher, I was daydreaming just now." Qian Lingyun awkwardly raised her hand to scratch her snake-like hair, and then began to examine her mental sea.

Compared to before, this place has transformed from an intangible space into a tangible one. This space is gray and stretches as far as the eye can see.

Upon entering, Qian Lingyun was greeted by a tranquil, jewel-like purple lake. Bubbles would occasionally rise from the lake, dissipating as the water returned to its calm state.

At the bottom of the lake, the position of the Rakshasa deity would occasionally release some evil power, but Electrox purified it to nourish the entire spiritual sea of ​​the Thousand Spirits.

"Xiao Yun'er, the carving knife is made of living metal, which carries a lot of life force. Life force is beneficial to the energy of any being. Even evil energy likes a lot of life force." Electrolux explained to Qian Lingyun, who was still confused, with a serious expression. Qian Lingyun nodded in understanding and gestured for Electrolux to continue.

"Therefore, whether you purify her or corrupt her, there are different benefits."

"Furthermore, that carving knife didn't disappear; it's the third eye hidden within your divine emblem."

"Furthermore, when you need it, simply focus your consciousness on your third eye, and you will gain the power of the carving knife."

"Finally, the main power of your third eye comes from the remnant soul of the god you devoured. It can work in conjunction with the plaque and snake hair you took to perform special functions, but... you'll have to figure these out yourself."

After speaking, the eye on his forehead closed, and Electrolux's aura vanished.

The next moment, Qian Lingyun's consciousness once again took control of her body.

Qian Lingyun impatiently got up from the ground and stumbled to the mirror, forcing the divine emblem on her forehead to appear. But this time, the Rakshasa emblem returned to its state before it was guided by the Emperor Beast.

"Huh! Where are my eyes! My eyes are so big, how come..."

She thought for a moment and, following Electrox's advice, focused her consciousness on her third eye. Sure enough, the dark purple divine emblem disappeared, replaced by a small, glossy black snake with red eyes and a magnificent purple vertical pupil in the center of her forehead.

Wearing a hat, she walked out of the room and up the stairs to the main street of Xingluo City. She raised her eyes and used her third eye to observe the people coming and going on the road. Most of these passersby had white and gray shimmering on their heads. Just as Qian Lingyun was a little confused,

A portly Xingluo man stepped out of a carriage on the street. He was dressed in fine silk and satin and was extremely generous. However, under the observation of Qian Lingyun's third eye on her forehead, the color of the luster on this guy's head was actually a gloomy black, and there was even a faint dark red aura emanating from it.

"What the hell is this?" Qian Lingyun frowned and strolled along the street again. Along the way, she saw several more spoiled brats who bullied men and women. Without exception, their heads were also covered in gloomy black, but it was still quite different from the reddish black she had seen before.

So, that guy just now was... incredibly bad?!

As she was thinking, Qian Lingyun felt a tap on her shoulder from behind. Turning around, she saw it was Feng Ling. Curious, Feng Ling tugged at Qian Lingyun's sleeve and asked, "Isn't Lao Ba with you?"

But only silence answered her... The reason was simple: Qian Lingyun was terrified the moment she turned around. If the gloomy blackness above the Xingluo people's heads was already unforgivable, then the monstrous sea of ​​blood above Feng Ling's head could only be described as utterly sinful.

With Feng Ling as a reference example in front of her, Qian Lingyun immediately understood the use of this third eye. This eye, which is closely related to the power of the God of Sin, can help her see what kind of person others are.

Although this ability is currently rather useless, it can still be somewhat helpful in getting to know people.

"Holy Maiden, why aren't you saying anything?" Feng Ling's words were full of concern as she carefully examined Qian Lingyun's current state with her phoenix eyes.

Suddenly, her pupils contracted, and she pointed at Qian Lingyun's third eye on her forehead, transmitting her voice, "What's the situation with your... third eye?"

"A Martial Soul mutation! A benign one, it works pretty well!" Qian Lingyun said with a dry laugh, trying to fool people.

"That's good." Feng Ling didn't doubt Qian Lingyun's words, and just nodded knowingly. After all, if there was a problem with the Martial Soul, it would be a very serious matter, and no one with normal intelligence would hide it.

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back now..."

"it is good."

The sea of ​​blood above Feng Ling's head was simply too oppressive. Qian Lingyun withdrew her third eye and looked at the sun in the sky. The warm aura made her feel somewhat comfortable, so she couldn't help but raise her hand to rub her forehead and mutter to herself, "Sigh...you really have the heart to let me see so many ugly things!"

Having figured out the basic functions of the third eye, Qian Lingyun returned to her room exhausted, only to hear Mei Douluo enjoying himself next door.

Even walls cannot completely stop the all-night party revelry.

The sounds of mahjong and poker coming from next door forced her to bury her face in her pillow and try to calm herself down.

Unfortunately, the soundproofing here was terrible; the more she tried to calm down, the more noise penetrated her ears.

Finally, Qian Lingyun couldn't take it anymore. Frustrated and angry, she jumped out of bed, rushed into the bathroom next door, turned the shower on full blast, and let herself sink into the water. The world finally quieted down.

Yes, Douluo Continent without air conditioning, ha!

About three hours later, the noise from the next room finally subsided. The radiant and juicy Mei Douluo, who had made a fortune, pushed open the door to the familiar room with a happy and excited smile on her face.

"Oh, you're here?"

Seeing Qian Lingyun's strange state, Mei Douluo roughly understood what was going on. She smiled awkwardly at Qian Lingyun and said, "Sorry, did I disturb you?"

"A bit too big?" Qian Lingyun looked at Mei Douluo in surprise, gritting her teeth as she said, "How many tables and how many people are in your room?"

"Three people at one table!" Mei Douluo's lips twitched, and he silently held up three fingers.

"Are you sure?" Qian Lingyun's lips curled into a smirk as she looked at the guilty-looking Mei Douluo with an unfriendly expression.

"Ahem, okay, actually it's five for two tables!" Mei Douluo spread her fingers and explained with her head down, "There really are only five, no more..."

"Hmm?!" Qian Lingyun grumbled in dissatisfaction. In her opinion, Mei Douluo still wasn't telling the truth.

"Seriously, I'm speechless. Two tables, seven people. I found seven, really only seven. Even if there were more, the room couldn't hold that many people! One table for Mahjong, one table for poker," Mei Douluo said anxiously. She gestured around the room, about to argue, but then, as if remembering something, she mischievously stepped forward, looked at Qian Lingyun, and teased:

"Holy Maiden...you know so much, you wouldn't have been peeking from the window, would you!"

"Damn it, what nonsense are you talking about? Do I need to eavesdrop? It's too noisy over there, I just... I can't sleep because of the noise..."

Qian Lingyun roared in embarrassment and anger, her voice growing softer and softer, as if she had discovered something was wrong.

That is, it seems she really did passively listen for most of the day.

Oh no, she's doomed! Her thinking has been led astray. She's not a good girl anymore, sob sob!

"Waaah!" Qian Lingyun burst into tears, not only crying but also rolling around on the ground.

This startled Mei Douluo, who had never raised a child before. She was completely bewildered; she had just casually uttered a sentence that made the little girl cry!

"Hey, Holy Maiden, don't cry! Even though you're not a good person, you're still a..."

Upon hearing this, Qian Lingyun cried even harder, as if she were about to cry down the Great Wall.

"Don't cry. Next time I'll go somewhere farther away so I won't disturb your rest."

"..." Qian Lingyun paused for two seconds, then continued to shed tears.

"As long as you don't cry, I... I'll give you a soul tool!" Mei Douluo hardened her heart and went all out.

"I need level seven. Anything below level seven, I'll use cough!" Qian Lingyun wiped away her tears and sat up straight.

"You f***ing..." Mei Douluo stared in disbelief at Qian Lingyun, who, apart from having slightly reddened eyes, was otherwise completely normal, and fell into deep thought.

She felt she had been tricked, but she seemed to have no evidence…

After reluctantly giving away a level-seven piercing cannon he had made in his youth, the Charming Douluo grew increasingly angry and went out to play all night...

To be fair, compared to others who like to wander around, Mei Douluo is a model of a homebody. During work hours, she stays by Qian Lingyun's side every step of the way. When it's her turn to rest, she stays in her room and never leaves the house—if you ignore the fact that she orders takeout to her room every day...

For the rest of the time, Qian Lingyun stayed by Mei Douluo's side every day, learning how to make soul tools with her.

"Holy Maiden, you are definitely at the level of a Level 2 Soul Master now. If you insist on saying you're at Level 3, it's not a big problem either." Mei Douluo sat on the table, drinking red wine and crossing her legs in a very unrefined manner, and picked up the Level 2 Propulsion Soul Guidance Device next to her and examined it carefully.

Unable to unlock, resend.

(End of this chapter)