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

Chapter 149 - The Mark of Depravity

Wow, he's actually a master of deduction!

Qian Lingyun was startled, but she glanced at Mei Douluo without changing her expression, cleared her throat, and said in a deep voice, "The Eighth Elder is right. Anyway, there aren't many matches left in the competition. Even if we wait at Xingluo Square, we can still wait for the Phoenix Saintess to make her move!"

"In that case... let's stay a little longer!" Feng Ling's usually calm face twitched slightly as she stood up and placed her hand on Qian Lingyun's shoulder, informing her, "From today onwards, Holy Maiden, come and live with me! Even if something happens, I'll know what to do, unlike today where I'm just running around like a headless fly."

"Hmm?" Qian Lingyun let out a soft exclamation, but did not refuse. She simply nodded blankly and said, "Alright, I will naturally not refuse the Vice Sect Leader's request."

"Ah!?" Mei Douluo looked at the two of them in surprise, wanting to say something, but Feng Ling coldly left him with the words: "You can't even keep an eye on the Holy Maiden when she doesn't leave the house. Before you go back, you should reflect on your actions in this hotel!"

"oh…"

Mei Douluo lowered her head in disappointment, clutching the hem of her clothes and rubbing it. She knew her oversight was significant. Fortunately, Qian Lingyun had returned on her own. If she hadn't, she would have been severely injured, if not killed, when she returned to the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters.

After the elders and worshippers left, Feng Ling finally fixed her deep gaze directly on Qian Lingyun. The eagerness and scrutiny in her eyes sent chills down Qian Lingyun's spine. She sat on the bed and sneered, "The Holy Maiden truly has impressive methods!"

"Vice Leader, you flatter me. Everyone needs some secrets, doesn't they?" Qian Lingyun said calmly, picking up her teacup and taking a small sip.

"There's a saying in the Body Sect that's quite true: use soul skills sparingly. The more you use them, the more others will know about you! That's why very few people know about my soul skills..."

"Tsk, it seems the Holy Maiden doesn't fully trust us yet. You know, that's not what I meant," Feng Ling said, still staring intently at Qian Lingyun as she pretended to be naive.

"Just tell me what you want to ask. I hate riddles. And I'm too lazy to do them."

Qian Lingyun slammed the teacup down on the table with a loud thud and gave a sinister laugh.

"What I want to ask is the secret of that gray door, and why you know so much about the whereabouts of the other two saintesses."

"You should have said so earlier! Why are you being so mysterious about this?" Qian Lingyun stared wide-eyed at Feng Ling and said bluntly, "I have twin martial souls, and that door is..."

"Your second martial soul is a door!?" Feng Ling looked at Qian Lingyun with surprise and asked, "Does that door have any special abilities?"

"..."

Good grief, you never let people finish speaking? In that case, I'm sorry!

"Come with me." Qian Lingyun stretched out her finger and snapped it lightly. A gray six-pointed star suddenly appeared under Feng Ling's feet, pulling her into the world of the undead demiplane.

A gray current enveloped Feng Ling's entire body, dragging her into endless darkness. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a gray plain, with countless strange undead creatures wandering aimlessly nearby.

Qian Lingyun was sitting atop the head of a giant skeletal dragon, her aura as cold and gloomy as the world around her.

Finding themselves in a completely unfamiliar world, Feng Ling dared not make any rash moves. She simply asked Qian Lingyun, "May I ask, Holy Maiden, where are we currently?"

"This is an independent space created by a powerful being; you can also call it the Demiplane of the Dead." Qian Lingyun casually waved a gray light, which transformed into a gray door on the open ground. Then, driven by Qian Lingyun, it returned to her hand. "Vice Leader, just as you see, I am the controller of this place."

Feng Ling shuddered. The ability to create such a space single-handedly was unheard of. She never imagined that this Holy Maiden had such a powerful backer. So... what was the Holy Maiden's purpose in bringing her here?

"Holy Maiden, you brought me here..." Feng Ling remained silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "What exactly do you intend to do?"

"It's nothing. After I reached the seventh ring, my martial soul gained a new ability—the Fallen Mark!"

"A mark of corruption!?" Feng Ling frowned and asked, "What kind of ability is this? Saintess, could you tell me?"

"The evil soul masters I brand will have their soul power permanently enhanced by the purification of my Rakshasa power—not much, just ten percent!" Qian Lingyun's lips curled into a smile, as if she had thought of something interesting, and she tempted, "I wonder if the Vice Sect Leader would be willing to give it a try and be the first to try something new."

Yes, there's one thing Qian Lingyun didn't tell Feng Ling: the essence of the Fallen Mark is actually selling the soul of the sacrificer to gain power for the position of Rakshasa god.

Qian Lingyun is an unscrupulous and unethical merchant.

He profits from both the soul power gained from the Rakshasa's divine position and the soul essence of the sacrificers...

"If the Holy Maiden wishes to test her skills, my sect has hundreds or even thousands of followers willing to go through fire and water for you. Why doesn't the Holy Maiden use them as a test subject?!"

Feng Ling wasn't stupid; she just looked at Qian Lingyun suspiciously, pursed her lips, and shook her head.

"Sorry, I'm not discussing this with you, I'm informing you!" Qian Lingyun shook her head in disappointment. The Soul-Capturing Token, a divine artifact obtained from the Prison of the Dead, was already in her hand. Her originally beautiful, windless long hair had transformed into small black snakes, glaring at Feng Ling with malicious intent. Her scarlet vertical pupils stared at her.

Within the black sun of the undead demiplane, a purple shadow appeared. The moment it appeared, Feng Ling trembled from the bottom of her heart.

"To tell you the truth! After I brought you in, I'm not afraid of what trouble you can cause here." Qian Lingyun fiddled with the Soul-Capturing Token in her hand, feeling the unique perspective of the Eye of Judgment, glanced at Feng Ling, and said:

"I am the successor to the throne of Rakshasa. It is your honor to serve me. Surrender your soul and vanish into the boundless darkness."

The next moment, the Rakshasa deity appeared from the divine emblem on her forehead, landing behind Qian Lingyun and transforming into a blurry figure.

"This...this is!" Feng Ling was shocked. If her cultivation level hadn't been high enough to control her body, she would have almost knelt down and prostrated herself in worship.

She worshipped the supreme being, the peerless beauty, and the being that filled her with awe.

"Here, there are no specific boundaries or limits. No one can leave unless I agree! Tell me, are you going to refuse a polite offer and then suffer the consequences? Or are you just some eccentric dancer, Wei Junjie?"

Qian Lingyun raised her right index finger, making a shushing gesture.

Suddenly, a cluster of purple flames ignited at her fingertips. Unlike the pure white purifying fire, just looking at this cluster of purple flames made Feng Ling feel a moment of disorientation.

"Soul Capture!" Qian Lingyun turned the Soul Capture Token in her hand towards Feng Ling, and a stream of gray-iron light directly entered Feng Ling's brow, forcibly weakening Feng Ling's mental defense.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough."

The backlash from the divine artifact caused blood to slowly seep from Qian Lingyun's seven orifices, but she still gritted her teeth and forced herself to control the artifact, shouting, "Seal your soul power and come over here, take off your clothes! Turn your back to me."

(End of this chapter)