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

Chapter 127 - I rarely ask for favors in my life, really, I'm not lying to you!

"What about the seventh and ninth offerings?" Qian Lingyun narrowed her eyes slightly, forcing a fawning smile as she said, "I've lived this long and never 'asked' anyone, elders, what do you think..."

"I... I don't really like soul tools. I'll just abstain from voting at most, so... I'm sorry." Xiao Chen lowered his head and remained silent for a while before finally shaking his head.

"I see..." Qian Lingyun nodded without saying anything, then looked at Bloodthirsty Douluo and asked, "Your Majesty Black Mountain, what do you mean?"

"I...I mean the same thing as Lao Xiao."

"Alright, I understand!" Qian Lingyun didn't say anything else, pointed to the sofa in the room, and said, "Please sit down for a while! We'll talk again when Zhanhun, Miepo, and the Third Elder return."

Qian Lingyun was still not giving up, and sat in the chair thinking of ways to fool the two old men.

And so, there were eight people sitting on the hotel sofas, and two people lying on the floor, barely alive and in a coma.

There were even three particularly formidable old guys flying in the sky...

The peaceful and serene scene seemed particularly incongruous among the group of evil spirit masters.

About half an hour later, the old man's hearty shout came from outside the door: "Hahaha, that was great! That was great!"

The Soul Extinction Douluo strode in triumphantly, nodded to everyone in the room, plopped down on the coffee table, picked up the teapot and gulped down a mouthful of tea, then spat it out.

"Li Lai Lai, your axe is swollen like boiling water..." The Soul Extinction Douluo's old face was wrinkled like a bitter gourd as he covered his mouth and roared in exasperation.

Family members, does anyone understand?! A single sip of boiling water ruined his good mood for the whole day.

The people present exchanged bewildered glances, then lowered their heads, unable to suppress a laugh, thinking to themselves, "You just drank straight from the pot without even asking a question, whose fault is that?!"

Instead, the Soul Slayer Douluo's lips twitched as he looked at this pathetic fellow. He kicked him first, saying with dissatisfaction, "Don't think you're invincible just because you won one round against me. The Vice Sect Leader is still here. If you're so capable, why don't you fight her?"

"Ah!?" Feng Ling, who had been caught in the crossfire for no reason, stiffened and sneered, "I've been lying here for over a month without seeing any blood, and I'm getting a little itchy for action. Third Elder, please!"

After saying that, Feng Ling made a gesture of invitation, pointed to the sky, and said, "I'll wait for you in the sky."

"You really are a great older brother!" Extinction Soul Douluo glared at Soul Slaying Douluo in annoyance, then gave the Third Elder a thumbs up and said, "Hey, you're a real genius, kid. This soul tool is damn good! I've never felt so refreshed!"

With a forced smile, the Soul-Slaying Douluo gave the Soul-Destroying Douluo another slap, impatiently urging, "Get up there! The Vice Leader is still waiting for you in the sky!"

"Are these two old guys always like this...?" Qian Lingyun whispered to Zhang Peng.

"I don't know either. This pair, nicknamed the 'Mysterious Netherworld Elders,' are both lunatics influenced by their martial spirits!" Zhang Peng's lips twitched slightly as he explained, "Don't be fooled by his gentle demeanor now; he might be a completely different person in a few minutes!"

"Are all the people around here like this?!" Qian Lingyun exclaimed, counting on her fingers. "Perverts, lunatics, schizophres, depressed, weirdos, autistic, psychologically twisted—the composition here is truly complex!"

"Cough cough cough, you'll get used to it..." Before Zhang Peng could finish speaking, Soul Slayer Douluo pulled over the Charming Douluo who was lying on the sofa yawning, and said with a smirk, "Great-niece, your great-grandfather has never asked you for anything, but could you give your great-grandfather a set of that soul tool?"

"Huh!?" Mei Douluo was jolted awake, her mind still wandering. She subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

"I can't stand that bastard of your second maternal grandfather outdoing me in the competition..."

At this point, the Soul Slayer Douluo even exaggeratedly squeezed out two tears, lamenting, "Little Meimei! Don't forget who doted on you the most when you were little! Who led you to hunt for your eighth and ninth spirit rings!"

"Little Meimei? What's that? Is it a nickname?" The crowd looked at Mei Douluo with confusion, their intense gazes making her feel as if she were being broadcast live in front of a large audience.

Faced with this, she frowned, looking bewildered, and began to shift awkwardly.

"Let's talk this out, don't call me by my nickname..." Hearing her nickname being dragged out and publicly executed, Mei Douluo's delicate body trembled, and she muttered awkwardly, "I'm over sixty..."

"So what if I'm over sixty? Does that mean I'm no longer your great-grandfather? You ungrateful little brat, you think you're all grown up now and look down on your old man?"

"Oh my God...this is fucking the world is going to the dogs!"

As he spoke, the Soul-Slaying Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle. His arrogant and punchable appearance sent chills down Mei Douluo's spine, and she wished there was a crack in the ground for her to crawl into.

After all... being shameless is one thing, but being publicly humiliated by elders in front of a group of people is quite another...

"I feel that as one of the few normal people in the Holy Spirit Cult, infiltrating their ranks is a truly arduous task!" Looking at these two lunatics, Qian Lingyun picked up a spoon, stirred her cappuccino, and said thoughtfully:

"I feel like... a lot more of my brain cells are going to die..."

It's unclear how much time passed, but all that's known is that after acquiring several sets of Soul Tools that Mei Douluo had left over from her in exchange for a high-quality Soul Bone, Zhanhun Douluo happily found a corner to tinker with them.

The others also found a spot and started to doze off.

"Why are they all asleep again?!" As soon as Feng Ling entered the room, she saw a bunch of people lying around, from the worshipping elders to the holy maiden, all of them were dozing off.

"Oh! You're back?" The Soul Slayer didn't even lift his eyelids, just raised his head and mumbled something, then lowered his head again and fiddled with the soul tool in his hand.

"You old bastard, you with your thick eyebrows and big eyes actually managed to get this set from my niece before I even had a chance to spar with the vice leader! Damn it, you're really cunning!"

Seeing the glittering soul tool in the hand of the Soul Slayer Douluo, the Soul Extinction Douluo was furious and grabbed his elder brother by the collar, pretending to hit him.

"You idiot, your grandma is my grandma too!"

"!!"

The Soul-Slaying Douluo's words completely extinguished the Soul-Destroying Douluo's anger, leaving him no choice but to loosen his collar and find the Charming Douluo, staging a classic reenactment...

"Two high-quality soul bones, no bargaining!" Mei Douluo held up two fingers, unfazed as she prepared to fleece her second maternal grandfather.

"You little brat, are you obsessed with money?" The Soul-Destroying Douluo pouted, his old face eagerly pressing closer, saying, "You have to give me a discount! One soul bone!"

"There's no way the price will be lowered, there's no way it will ever be lowered in this lifetime. Even my great-grandfather is paying the same price. Second great-grandfather, you can't possibly not afford it, can you? No way, no way!" Mei Douluo exclaimed, feigning surprise, waking up most of the drowsy crowd.

Under the watchful eyes of so many colleagues, the Soul Extinction Douluo was unwilling to lose face, so he had no choice but to agree with a dark expression.

Having made a fortune, Mei Douluo ignored the Third Elder's wise gaze and generously gave her second maternal grandfather a set of soul tools that she herself was too lazy to use...

(End of this chapter)