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

Chapter 2 - Qian Renxue

On a riverbank filled with eerie, gloomy air and blooming red spider lilies, countless illusory white figures are lined up in a long queue along a narrow path.

These people took a bowl of strange, bubbling green soup from an old woman with a middle parting in her hair and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, they gradually lowered their heads, their eyes vacant, dragging their legs—no, those things weren't legs, they were... semi-transparent tails—and slowly walked into the gate of rebirth behind the old woman.

At this moment, a young man wearing a hood and whose facial features were obscured slowly floated in front of the old woman.

The young man looked at the bowl of unknown liquid in his hand, which seemed to transform him into Nurgle's chosen one if he drank it, and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Young man! This soup is incredibly delicious, drink it! You should drink it!"

The middle-parted old woman, dressed in a tight black shirt and white overalls, looked at the soul in front of her and urged it impatiently.

"Can you even drink this?" the young man couldn't help but mutter, pouting.

"What are you talking about? I'm Meng Po, who has been practicing for over two thousand years! I like it..."

Before the middle-parted old woman could finish speaking, the young man couldn't help but complain, "Good heavens, Little Blackie, showing off..."

"Cough cough cough... This was carefully brewed with the hope that every deceased person can be happy~", the old woman with the middle parting said, while making a heart-shaped gesture with her two hands.

The poses and movements immediately reminded the young people of a music video, and the immersive sound effects automatically echoed in their minds…

So, are you going to drink it or not?

After saying that, the old woman glanced impatiently at the long line behind the young man and asked with a pout.

"This thing will explode if I look at it even once more, ugh... I'm afraid it'll melt instantly!"

"Fine, so you really don't want to drink the Meng Po soup?" The old woman angrily banged her pot with a ladle, then pulled out a bunch of seasoning jars from some obscure corner with a clattering sound, and said coldly:

"It tastes awful, but I'll add some sugar, okay?" Meng Po picked up a small spoon from the ground and asked, "How many spoonfuls do you want?"

"If you're adding sugar, two or four spoonfuls," the young man replied without hesitation.

"Why can't you add three spoonfuls?" Meng Po looked at the young man suspiciously and asked, "Does adding three spoonfuls of sugar make it four?!"

"Yes," the young man replied succinctly.

"So that's how it is! So adding three spoonfuls of sugar makes four!" Meng Po pondered for a long time before finally adding two spoonfuls of sugar to the bowl.

After a long while, the young man still stared at the bowl in his hand without moving. Meng Po finally grew impatient. She frowned angrily, and one strap of her overalls slipped down. She asked, "I've already added sugar to your drink, why aren't you drinking it? There are so many people waiting in line behind you!"

"This stuff tastes awful even with sugar. Is there any other way to be reincarnated?" The young man handed the bowl to the person behind him with great disgust, and then stood next to Meng Po and started chatting with her.

"There are other ways to be reincarnated... but you have to draw a lottery!" Meng Po glanced at the uncivilized young man with a dark face, repeating the actions of scooping soup, handing over the bowl, and collecting the bowl.

"A lottery? How does that work? Don't tell me about any pity systems or guaranteed drops on the hundredth or twentieth draw! That stuff is a scam..."

The young man kept complaining, but Meng Po smiled and handed him the soup spoon. She pouted and gestured to the crowd behind her, saying, "You do my work. For every ten people who drink Meng Po's soup, you get a chance to win a prize."

"Ten people for one chance? They didn't even tell me the guaranteed minimum number of chances. You might as well not be Meng Po, you might as well be Zhou the Skinflint!" the young man grumbled in frustration. Unexpectedly, Meng Po brought over a reclining chair and sneered leisurely, "Take it or leave it. If you don't want to, plenty of ghosts will!"

"Fine! You think you can take me on, huh?!" The young man rubbed his temples, looking at the soup spoon in his hand and the soul that seemed to have vanished somewhere, and gritted his teeth, saying fiercely, "Let's do it!"

Before long, watching the young man almost flicking the ladle until it sparked, Meng Po couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Tsk, what a talent! It's a real shame he's not here working for me!"

Along the way, Meng Po reminded the young man several times that he could try his luck with her, but the young man was unmoved and determined to save up all the winnings before going to the lottery.

Meng Po was quite pleased with herself and stopped offering any reminders, instead enjoying her rare moment of rest.

Three days later…

The young man, whose arms were trembling slightly from the repeated movements, followed Ma Mian through the vast sea of ​​red spider lilies and arrived at a low, dilapidated wooden door.

"What is this?"

"This is the Gate of Random Reincarnation, specially prepared for people like you who have been tricked by Meng Po... Meng Po's headache. Only here can you leave the Underworld without drinking Meng Po's soup, but the price is that you can never return to your original world, which is... permanent exile. Even if you die again, you can never return, and even your soul will be annihilated. Even so, do you still want to go through this gate?" Horse-Face paused, then added, "It's not too late to regret it now!"

"I understand the logic, but I will absolutely not drink that bowl of unknown liquid!"

"Alright then... you can't reason with that damned devil..."

Horse-faced gently pushed open the somewhat eerie, dilapidated door for the young man.

"Oh right, I forgot to remind you, the world you go to is randomized. You might get killed by a tsunami or something as soon as you go down..."

"Born to die?"

The thought of being eliminated immediately made the young man break out in a cold sweat; large beads of sweat streamed down his face and eventually dripped onto the ground.

Swallowing hard, the young man tentatively asked, "Is it too late for me to change my mind now?"

"Hehe, I loved your defiant attitude just now, but unfortunately, once the door's open, there's no going back!" Horse-face chuckled, trying his best to comfort him.

"Look! A flying saucer, here we come..."

Before the other party could react, Horse-Face kicked the young man into the door, and then the dark door closed automatically.

With difficulty, he leaned on a huge rock to stand up. In his daze, he saw the pattern on the coffin. The stone slab was carved with a beautiful female angel.

The woman was extremely beautiful, but... she only resembled Qian Renxue from the anime in my previous life by about 70%. Compared to her aloof and stunning image in the anime, her expression on the stone statue seemed much more serene. The stone statue had her arms wrapped around a beautifully crafted gray-black holy sword sculpture.

Click, click, click

After a few simple cracking sounds, the gray-black outer shell of the holy sword sculpture on the coffin gradually cracked open from bottom to top, and a nearly completely transparent golden phantom slowly emerged from the holy sword.

"My God, it's been almost ten thousand years, and it still retains a trace of its soul. Is this what a god is?" The soul stared in astonishment, its mouth agape, and unconsciously took a few steps back.

"Yes, Qian Renxue was once an angel goddess. Although her divine position was shattered in the end, she still had the foundation of a god. It is possible for her to preserve her remnant soul by using the residual power of the divine artifact," the plane's will whispered.

"Who are you?!" the young man asked.

"I am the will of this plane!"

A ball of indescribable, colorful light suddenly spoke.

"A dimensional will?!" The young man pursed his lips, then returned to the main point: "What should I do if she just kills me?"

"Don't worry, her soul is already dissipating. Even without you, this soul of hers won't last more than a few years! So, hehehe!" The plane's will observed Qian Renxue's soul state and suddenly laughed.

It's unclear what methods the will of this plane used, but Qian Renxue's almost transparent soul had finally improved somewhat. She looked at the unfamiliar soul and said coldly, "Who are you? What time is it?"

"This is the Douluo Continent, approximately ten thousand years after the Battle of Jialing Pass," the young man explained with a complex expression. "I am... I am someone summoned by the will of this plane."

She didn't intend to fool Qian Renxue with lies; after all, Qian Renxue was a cunning old fox who had gone out to steal a country at a young age.

Although... although under the terrifying aura of the Buddha Tang, she looked like a naive and innocent girl under a spell.

But... He doesn't have the aura of lowering intelligence, so it's better to be honest. After all... sincerity is the ultimate weapon.

"The will of a plane?" Qian Renxue carefully examined the soul and vaguely saw a colorful ball of light hidden behind the spirit.

"That's right, Angel God, He didn't lie to you, it really is me." The will of the plane emitted a faint hue and spoke with Qian Renxue's soul at a unique frequency.

"Oh no, what are you talking about?"

The transmigrator watched as Qian Renxue's lips moved rapidly and the plane's will trembled violently like jelly, and felt an indescribable unease.

In fact, the will of the plane is actively negotiating with Qian Renxue.

"Oh! So it was you who transferred the Qi that belonged to my Spirit Hall to Tang San. How dare you come looking for me now?" Qian Renxue's soul remained silent for a while before coldly asking.

"No, no, no, Angel God, don't be so hostile. Your loss of fortune has nothing to do with me, but... we can help each other. I need everything to return to normal, and what you need is revenge!"

"I don't have that ability now. Forget about possessing another body and being reborn; I can barely even maintain my spiritual body. How could I possibly take revenge?" Qian Renxue chuckled self-deprecatingly and shook her head.

"You should be able to see that I'm beyond saving. No amount of spiritual nourishment will help me prolong my life. I might as well just die and end it all!"

"Then...have you forgotten your hatred?" the dimensional will asked. "Have you forgotten your grandfather, your mother, your relatives and friends?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten! I will never forget the resentment in my mother's eyes when she died in front of me, nor will I forget the reluctance in my grandfather's eyes when he sacrificed himself for me!"

Qian Renxue's words were filled with despair and anger, and her roars echoed in the tomb. With each word she spoke, the intense emotional fluctuations caused her soul to tremble violently.

"So, do you want revenge?!" the dimensional will asked again. "I can only help you this once!"

"Of course we need revenge! Do you have a way?" Qian Renxue asked again after much deliberation.

"Of course!" the plane's will said meaningfully, "However... right now I need you to persuade your mother of her obsession. Only then can we have a chance of winning, you two gods."

Upon hearing Bibi Dong's name, Qian Renxue paused for a moment, then said, "As the will of this plane, are you going to use the divine position left by my mother to cultivate a new god?"

"Yes, your chances of winning are slim with only one godhood. To be on the safe side, you need at least two gods," the plane's will responded, recounting the changes over the past ten thousand years to Qian Renxue.

The oppression of the common people by the major empires caused them unbearable suffering, and many were unable to awaken their martial spirits. Ironically, in the later stages, many of those who went to awaken martial spirits for the common people were actually evil spirit masters.

The Sun Moon Empire, with its powerful soul-guided technology, caused the original Three Kingdoms of the Douluo Continent to suffer repeated defeats thousands of years ago!

Without the City of Slaughter, countless evil spirit masters ravaged the continent, taking the lives of countless civilians.

Shrek Academy, which claims to liberate the free will of ordinary soul masters, has become a holy land for soul masters, and ordinary soul masters cannot even enroll without a letter of introduction.

Shrek Academy occupied the original Spirit City, effectively turning it into a new Spirit Hall.

At some point in the future, after eliminating his rivals in the God Realm, Tang San surprisingly gained absolute power and transformed Douluo Continent into Tang Family Continent.

That coward Tang Ritian actually seized the opportunity to become the ruler of the plane, and that Blue Silver Emperor stole the Tree of Life!

Seeing this, Qian Renxue understood why the will of this plane had come to her. Realizing the gravity of the situation, she laughed self-deprecatingly, "I thought that after my Spirit Hall disappeared, this Douluo Continent would become so beautiful and peaceful! Turns out… it's like this, hahaha! Truly retribution!"

(End of this chapter)