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

Chapter 213 - Ye Guyi: Why don't you just rob it?

What's even more interesting is that she adapted to the local conditions and used the available materials to dismantle the bones from these skeletons and make a set of practical protective gear.

Seeing Ye Guyi so full of energy, Qian Lingyun couldn't help but smile with relief. She changed her clothes and transformed into a bewitching... well, undead creature.

She abandoned Shangguan Weier, tiptoed behind Ye Guyi, and then suddenly spoke:

"Young hero! What trade do you wish to make with me? I have sharp weapons, powerful armor, and a wondrous map!"

Beneath the black robe, the ashen face of the wandering poet Qian Lingyun was revealed. With a gentle smile, she patted Ye Guyi's back lightly!

"Ah!?" Ye Guyi suddenly leaped backward, pointing her weapon at Qian Lingyun's head in astonishment, "You...you...what are you?"

"Well, I'm a bard here. My main job is to give heroes benefits—no, I mean, to give heroes some help!" Qian Lingyun cheerfully pulled out a bunch of strange things and patiently explained them to Ye Guyi.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! A fine iron longsword, durable and sturdy!"

"Iron shield, durable and sturdy!"

"Iron armor, durable and sturdy!"

"Drinking water, need I say more about that!"

"The most crucial thing is this!"

As she spoke, Qian Lingyun took out a sheepskin scroll that had failed to be properly aged and proudly showed it off, saying, "This is the latest map. With it, you can survive here much more easily."

Taking the map and glancing at it, Ye Guyi stared at the cheap goods in front of her—goods she wouldn't have even given a second glance before—with an expectant look in her eyes:

"Then... how can I get them?"

"You've come to the right person! Not 998, not 888, I only have one price, take it home right now!"

After singing and dancing for a while, Qian Lingyun pointed to the storage soul tool in Ye Guyi's hand and chuckled, "Give it to me, and all these things will be yours!"

"You're trying to trade these pieces of junk for my storage soul tool? Why don't you just rob me!"

Startled, Ye Guyi cried out in grief and indignation.

"No, no, no! You just touched my goods, they're unsellable now. If you touch them, you have to buy them! That's my rule!"

"What if I don't buy it!" Ye Guyi roared angrily.

"Fine, you young lad, you have no sportsmanship and you're bullying this old man. Don't blame me then!" Qian Lingyun shook her head with a serious expression, then clapped her hands, and a Soul Emperor-level Death Knight rode over from afar, standing menacingly behind Qian Lingyun.

Ye Guyi stared blankly at this thing she couldn't possibly defeat, and then fell into deep thought...

"You should think of it this way: I could have just snatched it from you, but I'm willing to give you something now!" Qian Lingyun coaxed and tricked Ye Guyi, pulling and tugging until she completely removed his storage soul tool.

"Thank you so much! I'll definitely come again next time!"

After speaking, Qian Lingyun flicked the spoils in her hand at Ye Guyi, chuckled, and rode away.

Ye Guyi, who dared not speak her anger, watched her departing figure, her lips moving as if she were using traditional Chinese culture to curse the damned wandering poet's ancestors for eighteen generations.

After leaving the demiplane of the dead, Qian Lingyun happily recounted everything that had happened to Ye Guyi to Shangguan Weier.

"..."

Shangguan Wei'er's expression was complicated, and she could only silently light a few sticks of incense for Ye Guyi in her heart...

At midnight, Zhang Peng and Wu Yun, each wearing sunglasses, walked into the room arm in arm. They shouted loudly towards the corner where Shangguan Wei'er loved the cat, "Thirteenth Sister! We're here to relieve you!"

Where are they?!

Seeing no response, Zhang Peng suspiciously put down his sunglasses and looked around.

This discovery was alarming; not only was Shangguan Wei'er nowhere to be found, but Qian Lingyun had also vanished.

"Hey! Where's my saintess?! My amazing saintess is nowhere to be found! Damn it, I woke up too fast, I need to go back to sleep."

Wu Yun and Zhang Peng exchanged a glance, then simultaneously took off their sunglasses and swallowed.

"What are you yelling about in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

The door to the dressing room opened, and Qian Lingyun, wrapped in a loose bath towel, leaned lazily against the doorway. Looking at the two fashionable old men in front of her, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, their fashion sense is great! They look at least thirty years younger."

"Is that so? I think so too!"

Zhang Peng chuckled and made a gesture of showing off his muscles, but... his already somewhat thin body made this gesture look a bit... awkward!

Instead, Wu Yun rested his chin on his hand, sat on the sofa with a melancholy expression, looking exactly like a Douluo Continent version of The Thinker!

pat!

The door to the dressing room opened again, and Shangguan Wei'er walked out with a black face mask on. She stared at the two eccentric old men with her mouth agape, as if she could fit an egg in it.

She asked in a trembling voice, "Where have you been again? Why are you buying such strange things! They're an eyesore!"

"What an eyesore! You don't know how to appreciate it!" Zhang Peng rolled his eyes in annoyance and struck a strange pose.

Honestly, Qian Lingyun doesn't agree that Zhang Peng didn't shout "Za Warudo" after striking this amazing pose, nor did any strong, cool, or illusory humanoid figure appear behind him.

Wu Yun, who was standing to the side, also ended her contemplation and retorted to Shangguan Wei'er, "Thirteenth Sister, you're all talk and no action! You have absolutely no idea how important a hat that can light up and start a fire, and clothes that can double as an umbrella, are to a man!"

"Thai cool, do you have anything even cooler? I want a set too!" Qian Lingyun swallowed, looking at the two of them excitedly, and couldn't help but rub her hands together.

"Huh? No, boss, how come you also..."

Shangguan Wei'er looked at Qian Lingyun in disbelief, a wave of sorrow rising from her heart. She sighed, "From the worshippers to the Holy Maiden, they're all lunatics. This Holy Spirit Cult is doomed!"

"Alright, alright! I won't tease you anymore!" Qian Lingyun pinched Shangguan Weier's cheek with her fingernails. Those long, hook-shaped nails really hurt when they pinched someone.

Even through the face mask, Shangguan Weier still winced in pain, stomped her foot angrily, and said coquettishly, "You're just bullying me!"

"Don't talk nonsense. What do you mean you only bully you? Do you think I'm that kind of person? I treat everyone equally! Besides you, I've also beaten up Zhang Lexuan, Feng Ling, Ma Xiaotao, Tang Ya, Hu Mei, Nan Shuishui..."

Qian Lingyun meticulously recounted the Holy Spirit Cult women she had cruelly bullied, causing Zhang Peng and the others to twitch at the corners of their mouths and inwardly grumble:

[So... you've been bullying either the Venerable Elders or the Holy Maiden Vice Leader, and at the very least... they're all Soul Douluo... Does that mean those with lower strength aren't even qualified to be beaten by you?]

"Hearing you say that makes me feel a little better!" Shangguan Wei'er covered her face, looking at Qian Lingyun with a wry smile, and suddenly asked, "Holy Maiden, what exactly is this 'Divine Revelation Method' that the Vice Sect Leader mentioned?"

"There are currently two methods of divine revelation. One is extremely risky, but the amplification is immense!"

"One method is my own creation. It involves sacrificing the deity's rank to extract a portion of divine power, forcibly altering the purity and attributes of the Soul Master's Soul Power, which will greatly benefit the Soul Master in the future!"

"Are you asking this because you want to try it out?!" Qian Lingyun looked at the three people present with a half-smile and said softly, "If you need it, I can help you complete it..."

(End of this chapter)