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

Chapter 162—Reinventing the Car Behind Closed Doors

"Ahem, well... I've left the door open for you two. You can go out now! I don't think working in isolation is going to work." Qian Lingyun blushed and left the door open for the two of them before running away without looking back.

Mei Douluo truly lives up to her reputation as a seasoned player! In just a few days, she's already corrupted Ma Xiaotao to this extent…

Honestly, letting a virgin like her, who only dares to talk big, watch something so stimulating is... really too exciting...

After leaving the demiplane, Qian Lingyun covered her burning cheeks, sat down in a grand chair with her legs crossed, and took deep breaths. She drank two pots of cold water in a row to suppress the blush on her face.

"Yes, I've studied the Spring and Autumn Annals. Learning makes one progress!"

I took out a rare copy of the Holy Spirit Church's collection of books that had been treasured for many years: "On the Method of Making Orcs (Part 1)".

Qian Lingyun turned to page 35 and began to read it carefully.

About half an hour later, the sound of light footsteps came from the gate to the dead on her right. Moreover, the clattering of high heels on the ground grew louder as they approached, giving the illusion that the person was very close.

Looking to the side, two ripples appeared on the surface of the gray gate of the dead, like stones falling into a calm lake. What first caught Qian Lingyun's eye were two pairs of full, towering peaks.

Mei Douluo stepped out of the gate of the dead and walked unceremoniously to Qian Lingyun's side. She pulled over a grand chair, plopped down, and casually picked up the teapot on the table, gulping down the tea.

Crystal-clear water droplets leaked from the corners of Mei Douluo's mouth, dripping down her defined jawline and landing one by one on her proud air sac, splashing water droplets.

Crystal-clear water droplets gathered into streams in the snow-covered Arctic Circle of the Northern Hemisphere, wetting the pink cloth strip used to hold the 'globe', creating a rather alluring effect.

"Tsk tsk tsk, so this is the Holy Spirit Cult. It doesn't look like much at all!"

Beside the gate to the dead, Ma Xiaotao simply draped her long hair over her shoulders. She wore a close-fitting black leather outfit, the openwork pattern and tight leather perfectly showcasing her imposing figure.

The high peaks where they should be high, and the low peaks where they should be low, added a touch of allure to Ma Xiaotao's already radiant face.

Unlike their previous meeting in the misty fog, Ma Xiaotao had long since shed her youthful naiveté, exuding the charm and beauty of a mature woman.

"This isn't the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult, it's just a house I bought in Tiandou City," Qian Lingyun said with a playful look, sizing up Ma Xiaotao. She then asked with a hint of curiosity, "What should I call you now? Should I use your full name? Or…?"

"Do as you please!"

While Qian Lingyun was observing Ma Xiaotao, Ma Xiaotao was also observing Qian Lingyun's every move. During the intermission, when she chatted with Mei Douluo, she already knew that before her, there was a highly respected Rakshasa Saintess and a Blue Silver Saintess who had not yet appeared in the Holy Spirit Cult.

Qian Lingyun gave her a very direct feeling, which was power, and it was a power that directly affected her instincts.

It should be noted that during the period after her martial soul was completely mutated, she worked day and night with Mei Douluo to improve herself while repeatedly suppressing the evil fire.

Her strength had already broken through from level 68 to level 70. She only needed one more soul ring to break through to the seventh-ring Soul Saint.

If it weren't for the reason of hunting for spirit rings, she wouldn't be willing to give up the entertainment that brought her so much joy and leave the undead demiplane!

"Since you don't mind, then we can address each other according to our respective positions within the sect." Qian Lingyun pondered for a moment, then looked up at Ma Xiaotao and slowly said, "You can call me Headmaster or Holy Maiden, and I will also call you Phoenix or... Fire Phoenix."

"Okay," Ma Xiaotao licked her rosy lips, her gaze lingering on Qian Lingyun's lips and waist before she suddenly blurted out:

"Oh, the Holy Maiden is actually a young woman! How about we experience a different kind of life together?"

"Holy crap!" Qian Lingyun was slightly taken aback, and the expression on her face became subtle. She thought to herself:

[What kind of plot twist is this? You just want to fight me because you think I'm pretty good, that's fine, but why are you saying such blatant things right off the bat?]

Thinking about it, Qian Lingyun lowered her head and glared fiercely at Mei Douluo. Her meaning was clear: How could you have taught such a (…) woman in less than a week?

Suddenly glared at by Qian Lingyun, Mei Douluo felt extremely wronged. She gave Qian Lingyun a pitiful look and said in a strained voice:

"No! Holy Maiden, this really isn't my fault! Her true nature has been suppressed for over ten years and was long gone. I merely opened a crack for her, and she figured it out on her own, becoming the way she is now. There's nothing I can do about it!"

"Holy crap, is this even possible? The successor Shrek Academy is training is actually like this in private?"

Qian Lingyun stared in disbelief at the stunningly beautiful Ma Xiaotao beside her. Seeing that Ma Xiaotao's gaze was sincere and genuine, but knowing that Ma Xiaotao already had someone she loved, Qian Lingyun could only sigh softly and change the subject: "The Fire Phoenix Saintess must have reached the seventh spirit ring by now. What are her requirements for the seventh spirit ring?"

"Hmm... After my Martial Soul underwent mutation, all my attributes have improved considerably. My seventh spirit ring... is fire-attribute, around 40,000 years old will suffice." Ma Xiaotao slightly suppressed her smug expression, pondered for a moment, and continued:

"Other than that, I don't have many requirements. Of course, it would be even better if I had the bloodline of a phoenix or a flying soul beast."

"Eighth Elder, then I'll trouble you to take her to hunt for the seventh spirit ring." Qian Lingyun nudged Mei Douluo's shoulder and said in a deep voice, "After you've hunted the spirit ring, you can go straight back to headquarters."

"Hunting for spirit rings? That'll probably mean staying in the wild for a long time... I'll go to the city now to buy some necessities. Saintess, what about you? Want to go shopping together?" A hint of joy flashed in Ma Xiaotao's eyes. She licked her lips, pulled Mei Douluo towards the door, but before leaving, she suddenly turned back and looked at Qian Lingyun mischievously:

"By the way, as far as I know, there's a really lively street on the west side of Tiandou City! Are you sure you don't want to go?"

"I'm not going, I'm going to sleep." Qian Lingyun waved her hand calmly, watching Ma Xiaotao and Mei Douluo disappear from sight.

Even now, she was still a little curious about what special shops in Tiandou City sold Soul Hunting Supplies that were open late at night.

As everyone knows, shops selling Soul Hunter items are usually located in very remote places, and these shops only open at noon, because they close early in the morning and late at night...

Putting away the book in her hand, Qian Lingyun became somewhat interested. She wanted to see what kind of Soul Hunter Shop was located in a bustling market and open so late at night.

With the ability to conceal herself through the Dream's Other Shore and the speed boost from her external soul bone, she caught up with Ma Xiaotao and the other person from a distance. Before long, they arrived at the brightly lit West Street of Tiandou City.

"Hmm, it's certainly lively!"

Finding a secluded spot, she landed slowly, and Qian Lingyun watched as Ma Xiaotao and the other person walked into an unremarkable-looking shop one after the other.

Filled with doubt and curiosity, Qian Lingyun entered the empty shop. She looked around and saw that there was no other exit, only a dark door behind the shopkeeper who was fiddling with an abacus at the door.

(End of this chapter)