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

Chapter 125—The Charming Douluo's Super Douluo Grandfather…

"Hehehe, these two young men are a bit ugly, but they seem very healthy!" Mei Douluo gave a wicked smile to the crowd, then carried them one on each shoulder and left the room.

"I really don't know whether to say these two guys are lucky or unlucky," Scorpion Tiger Douluo said incisively.

The others nodded in agreement.

"The Second and Third Elders will be here to support us tomorrow, so let's call it a day!" Feng Ling briefly informed them before getting up and leaving.

The remaining few people looked at each other in bewilderment and then began to discuss the matter with great enthusiasm.

"Even the Second and Third Elders have come!" Blood Soul Douluo turned to look out the window, saying thoughtfully, "With those two elders here, it's absolutely impossible for nothing to go wrong."

Bloodthirsty Douluo nodded approvingly, "It's hard not to agree!"

"Holy Maiden, you should know something, right?" The Fourth Elder wiped his Netherworld Sword Martial Soul with a silk handkerchief and suddenly asked.

In an instant, all six people present turned their gazes to Qian Lingyun, making her feel a tiny bit of pressure...

"Cough cough cough, let's talk about it tomorrow after the Eighth Elder has found out all the useful information. Third Elder, I'm going to make a soul tool, can you give me some guidance?" After saying that, Qian Lingyun took off running, her speed surprising even the Great Evil Douluo.

"She wouldn't say forget it, so I'm going to sleep now that I'm full," Bloodthirsty Douluo sighed softly, then got up and walked towards his bedroom.

"I'll go guide the Holy Maiden in making the soul tool. Fourth Elder, you come and test it with us." The Third Elder was the second to get up, pulling the reluctant Fourth Elder towards Qian Lingyun's room.

Finally, only Wu Yun, Zhang Peng, and Xiao Chen remained in the large room, sitting together staring at each other.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Wuyun asked.

"Because this is my room," Zhang Peng retorted irritably.

"And what about you, Ninth Brother?" Wu Yun couldn't bear to leave herself feeling awkward, so she steered the conversation towards Xiao Chen.

"Um!"

Xiao Chen paused for a moment, then pulled out a chessboard and said in a low voice, "I made an appointment to play chess with him!"

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The next morning, after practicing most of the Soul-Containing Tool making and barely sleeping, Qian Lingyun yawned repeatedly as she opened the door that had been knocked on for a long time.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes impatiently, complaining as she walked away, "Who is it! Why aren't you sleeping this early in the morning..."

As soon as the door opened, Mei Douluo, her face flushed, walked in carrying two... "dried-up" bodies.

Judging from this, it's obvious without even asking that Mei Douluo didn't sleep a wink last night...

"Holy Maiden, I've asked everything I should and shouldn't have asked," the alluring Douluo said gleefully as she lay down on the bed, seductively swaying her slender waist, and coquettishly asked, "Do you want to hear it?"

"First, you can say it or not, it's up to you. Second, I don't like voices with interjections. Third, don't try to generate electricity on my bed. I haven't had enough sleep yet. We can talk about it after I've had enough sleep."

After saying that, Qian Lingyun fell asleep immediately, leaving Mei Douluo awkwardly lying next to her, unsure whether to move or not.

She'd barely been asleep for five minutes when there was another knock on the door. Qian Lingyun slammed her fist on the bed and growled angrily, "Who is it! Knocking on the door so early in the morning! Don't people want to sleep?!"

"Holy Maiden, the Second and Third High Priests have arrived. Come and see them!" It was Feng Ling who spoke, and judging from her voice, she seemed to be in a very good mood.

Left with no other choice, Qian Lingyun had to open the door under Mei Douluo's slightly pitying gaze.

The moment the door opened, something extraordinary happened. Outside, on either side of Feng Ling stood two almost identical white-haired, bearded old men dressed in simple gray cloth. Just by standing there, the aura of mountains of corpses and seas of blood seemed to rush towards them, instantly dispelling Qian Lingyun's drowsiness.

It's worth mentioning that both of these gloomy old men had a hideous scar running across their entire faces, except one ran from their left eyebrow to the corner of their right lip, while the other's scar was the opposite.

The scar made their already fierce faces look even more frightening.

"I am Ling Luo, titled Soul Slayer. He is my younger brother, Ling Su, titled Soul Destroyer!" The old man on the left stepped forward first and briefly introduced himself and his brother. Then he glanced at Qian Lingyun and sneered, "The Holy Maiden has quite the refined taste. The sun is high in the sky and you're still not up, making us wait at the door for so long."

"Hehe." Qian Lingyun laughed awkwardly, unsure how to respond. But the Third Elder, who hadn't spoken until now, stepped in, leaning against the wall and saying sarcastically, "From what I can tell, the Holy Maiden probably rested very late last night!"

"Ahem, I stayed up late last night practicing making soul tools, sorry," Qian Lingyun said, bowing her head as if to apologize. Just as she was about to talk about something else, she heard the two old men's disdainful sneers.

"What's so funny about making soul tools?" Qian Lingyun frowned slightly, looking up at the two old guys with dissatisfaction, intending to see what kind of nonsense they could come up with.

"As a saintess, to put the cart before the horse is utterly ridiculous!" Ling Luo looked down at Qian Lingyun and said in a deep voice, "As a soul master, one should naturally strive to cultivate soul power, not specialize in those strange and frivolous skills."

"Shouldn't our battles as Soul Masters be purely about skill? The abilities we cultivate ourselves are the most reliable and trustworthy. Soul tools are, after all, external objects; how can they compare to our own refined cultivation!"

At this point, Ling Luo raised his hand and summoned his martial soul—the Soul-Slaying Sword. Four purple and five black soul rings circled around his martial soul. He bent down, patted Qian Lingyun's shoulder, and said earnestly:

"You are the Rakshasa Saintess I have longed for for thousands of years, bearing the purest mission. Under this glorious halo, you should cultivate even more diligently, carrying the glory of a Soul Master to the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent!"

As he spoke, Ling Luo's eyes were filled with fanaticism, and even the Soul-Slaying Sword in his hand emitted a powerful red light as his emotions surged.

"Not bad, the Holy Maiden is so young and already has a sixth-ring cultivation level. If she didn't waste that time on fancy techniques, how much more would her soul power improve?!" Ling Su sighed, looking at Mei Douluo in the room with a disappointed expression. He occasionally glanced at Mei Douluo and said indirectly, "If you ask me, the Holy Maiden has been corrupted by that girl. Now she's neither a proper soul master nor a proper soul mentor..."

Oh no, you can criticize her all you want, but why are you criticizing me too?

The Charming Douluo, caught in the crossfire for no reason, sat sullenly in his chair, daring not to utter a word of anger.

There was no way around it; these two old men were her maternal grandfather's eldest and second eldest brothers, her great-great-grandfather and great-great-great-grandfather...

Hearing this, Qian Lingyun understood. These two old men were here to tell her that Soul Masters were more reliable than Soul Instructors, and that she shouldn't waste her time on that nonsense; proper cultivation was the real thing.

Qian Lingyun certainly understood how deeply rooted the tradition of Soul Masters was in the Holy Spirit Cult.

As is well known, non-Soul Master members of the Holy Spirit Cult will only use three types of Soul Tools in their lifetime: storage, communication, and flight.

Even the elite team of young evil soul masters participating in the Soul Master Competition didn't have a single person carrying any life-saving equipment like an invincible shield.

After a few back and forth, they were wiped out in one fell swoop by the Tang Clan with the help of outside support.

Thinking of this, Qian Lingyun felt very sorry. If she had killed the evil spirit master, she could have received several portions of thanks! It's such a loss that he was killed by someone else!

No, she had to give these old folks a proper makeover and let them know that technology can change their destiny.

(End of this chapter)