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

Chapter 15 - The Saintess

After doing all this, Qian Lingyun automatically deactivated her martial spirit possession, staggered back a few steps, and grabbed the coffee table next to her to avoid falling to the ground.

Without using the Rakshasa Demon Scythe and without any spirit rings, defeating a Soul Master and several Great Soul Masters with only the most basic Martial Soul Possession would be extremely taxing on the body. Qian Lingyun was now too weak to even move and could only lean against a pillar, panting heavily with a pale face.

Of course, this level of combat could not harm Qian Lingyun, who was protected by divine armor.

The main reason she is weak is that she currently has no spirit rings to enhance her abilities, and all the power she uses comes from overdrawing her own life force.

Before long, the people who had fainted on the ground gradually began to wake up. They stared in fear at Qian Lingyun, who was standing against the wall, and dared not move, for fear of being caught in the crossfire!

"Huff...huff..." Qian Lingyun leaned against the wall, breathing with difficulty. In her weakness, she could hardly suppress the urge to unleash the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

The seductive whispers of the Rakshasa Scythe echoed in her ears: "Quickly pick me up, kill them all, and nourish your weakened self with their blood..."

"Shut up, I am the master!" Qian Lingyun gritted her teeth and used the last bit of strength she had left to press down her restless right hand.

Gradually, more and more people woke up in the city lord's mansion. They looked at Qian Lingyun, whose face was ashen, with ill intent. Their eyes seemed to be telling Qian Lingyun that they might pounce on her at any moment and tear her to pieces.

Should she summon the Rakshasa Scythe to carve a bloody path, or uphold her principles and refrain from killing the innocent...? This question began to trouble Qian Lingyun.

She didn't really care about killing those guys, but she couldn't be sure if something unforeseen would happen if she let the scythe run wild.

"Get out of my way! I'm taking her away today, and I want to see who dares to stop me!"

The familiar, gentle shout was like a refreshing breeze in the height of summer, successfully soothing Qian Lingyun's anxious heart. She tried her best to turn her body to look at the newcomer and opened her arms to her.

"You brat, you're such a worry! Can't you just leave everything to me? You're clearly just an inexperienced brat, but you insist on doing everything yourself. Let me tell you, you need to work out more when you get back, so you won't be able to walk after a fight," Qian Renxue muttered, holding the Angelic Holy Sword in one hand to intimidate the ill-intentioned villains, while dragging the unsteady Qian Lingyun with the other.

"Hey, do you know, the way you lecture people is just like my mom!" Qian Lingyun chimed in casually.

"I'm not that old. I'm too young to be your mother. Calling me 'sister' is more appropriate," Qian Renxue said, rolling her eyes. "Don't let this kind of thoughtless behavior happen again!"

"Okay, okay," Qian Lingyun said with a smile, and then blurted out something completely nonsensical: "I remember you lived for quite a long time ten thousand years ago, no wonder you were so talkative. I think... maybe it would be more appropriate to call you Great-Grandma or something."

"Qian-Ling-Yun!" Qian Renxue could no longer stand her talkative younger sister. She roared with the authority of an elder, but received no response.

Upon closer inspection, Qian Lingyun's eyes were tightly closed; she had already fallen into a deep sleep.

"Heh, good heavens, looks like I'll have to carry you back!" Qian Renxue pouted, suppressing the complex emotions of mixed feelings in her heart, and carried Qian Lingyun back along the route into the city.

This time they went back, and the next time they came out, it would probably be when the two of them came back to buy supplies. In a place that neither of them noticed, a star in the sky dimmed briefly, and then regained its brightness.

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of miles away, the Sun and Moon Empire...

In a dark and terrifying underground palace littered with skeletons, a slender figure draped in a black cloak, resembling a skeleton, leaped from the ground and scrambled along the passageway, rapidly making his way outside.

Along the way, all the men in black stepped aside and made way for him, simply because this hunched, inhuman creature was actually a level 96 Super Douluo, titled Corpse Witch.

He is one of the oldest honorees in the Holy Spirit Cult, and his strength is unfathomable. Even the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult holds him in high esteem!

"Hehehe, you little brat, open the door!"

Beneath the cloak, a human head, indistinguishable from a skull, peeked out, its eye sockets flashing with chilling green soul fire. The black-clad man guarding the passageway gate trembled in fright, his hand almost slipping from his grasp. But thankfully, he managed to open the stone door with trembling hands.

Seeing that the gate was open, the Corpse Witch Douluo could no longer contain his excitement. He quickly crawled along the stalactites at the top of the cave in a posture that was unimaginable for a normal creature, and soon arrived at a spacious hall.

A few people sat in the hall. The one in the lead was tall, with neatly combed silver hair, a rosy face like a baby's, and long eyebrows that hung down on either side of his face. He sat upright at the front. Upon seeing the newcomer, he actually showed a look of surprise. "Lich, you haven't left your house for decades, why are you out today!"

"Hehehe, so I was wondering who was so carefree! It's the Supreme Elder! With good news, of course I had to come out." The skeletal old man said, turning his head to another person, "Master, Master, there are signs of a great rise for our Holy Spirit Cult! Hehehe!"

"Old Venerable Master, what sign of great prosperity is this? Tell me about it."

The speaker was Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult. He had short, fine silver hair, the strands of which appeared extremely stiff, like steel needles. He had bright, striking eyebrows, a straight nose, and a square jaw, making him remarkably handsome. His eyes, however, were a deep purple, subtly revealing a profound depth.

He also became somewhat interested in what the Corpse Witch Douluo said, and watched with great interest as the Corpse Witch Douluo's skull made a cracking sound in front of him.

"The Holy Maiden of Rakshasa has been born!"

Upon hearing this, Zhongli Wu's expression suddenly turned serious. He stood up, grabbed the skeleton of the Corpse Witch Douluo, and whispered, "Are you sure it's the Rakshasa Saintess who has been born?"

"Hehehe, I've calculated it three times already, there's no way I could have made a mistake!" The Corpse Witch Douluo opened Zhongli Wu's hands and sighed, "However... I still don't know where the Holy Maiden is now. I only know that she has opened the secret realm of the Rakshasa God, and... she has seen blood."

"Currently, the most important of the three Holy Maidens has already been born. Douluo Continent is only so big; let those old guys go out and search for her. Who knows, they might just run into her on their way out!"

After saying that, the Corpse Witch Douluo said no more and disappeared into the boundless darkness along the path he had come from.

After the Corpse Witch Douluo left, the several high-ranking members of the Holy Spirit Cult present started discussing among themselves.

"Uncle Long, this matter is of great importance. I wonder if you could trouble you to inform my mother? She needs to make careful plans for this matter." Zhongli Wu greeted Long Xiaoyao with a humble and earnest tone.

"I will..." Long Xiaoyao hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

(End of this chapter)