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

Chapter 230—Pope's Robe vs. Low-Cut Evening Gown

"Dressed up for the occasion~ Dressed up for the occasion~"

Qian Lingyun muttered to herself as she rummaged through her wardrobe, looking at her best clothes.

Unfortunately, her clothes were either too small for her or not luxurious enough.

In just a short while, her bed was piled with clothes as big as a small hill.

Unable to find suitable clothes, Qian Lingyun plopped down on the bed, lay back, and gave up.

"Hmm, none of these clothes seem quite right! Maybe I should just wear anything!"

Thinking about it, Qian Lingyun took out the most imposing formal dress from ten thousand years ago from her storage soul tool—the Pope's dress of the Spirit Hall.

Speaking of which, this outfit seems to have been specially made for her by Qian Renxue, and it cost quite a bit of money!

Locking the door, Qian Lingyun changed into a dress that, even after ten thousand years, could still be described as luxurious and novel. She stared at herself in the mirror, lost in thought.

She wore a magnificent black robe with gold trim, and held a nine-curved purple-gold crown in her hands.

This long, gold-patterned dress is specially woven from the silk of the Misty Forest's Misty Spiders, possessing the ability to shrink and adjust itself according to the wearer's body changes.

The dazzling gown shimmered with jewels, adorned with over a hundred red, blue, and gold gemstones.

Qian Lingyun tentatively put on the purple-gold crown that was being held in her arms, making her look even more radiant.

With her fair skin, dark red eyes, and near-perfect features, coupled with the faint black aura emanating from her, she looked truly unique.

In particular, the invisible, wicked, and arrogant aura emanating from him inspires awe in those who cannot help but feel respect for him.

"It looks pretty good, but this scepter is too cumbersome to carry, let's not take it!"

With a soft sigh, Qian Lingyun casually put away the matching scepter. After tidying up the room briefly, she straightened her expression, strode out of the room, and followed the address on the back of the invitation to the gate of the Four Elders.

After a quick glance, Qian Lingyun realized that the residence of the Fourth Master was a small, solitary castle.

The area within a radius of several hundred meters was completely empty, and it seemed that even the ruthless evil spirit masters avoided this old lady like the plague.

Faced with such a bizarre situation, Qian Lingyun was unsure of what to do. After a moment of silence, she found Zhang Peng, who was wiping his newly purchased soul tool.

Upon seeing the red invitation card in Qian Lingyun's hand, Zhang Peng was on high alert. He hurriedly put down his soul tool and rushed forward, asking in surprise, "That woman... sent you an invitation?"

"Ah! You mean this?" Qian Lingyun held up the invitation and handed it over, puzzled. "Is there a problem with this Fourth Elder?"

"Her!"

At this point, Zhang Peng's expression seemed somewhat complicated. He struggled to organize his thoughts and said:

"She's great in every way, except she's just too good at 'social skills'!"

"Being good at interpersonal relationships is a flaw? That doesn't make sense!" Qian Lingyun looked at Zhang Peng suspiciously and asked, "Old Zhang, tell me honestly, what kind of person is she?"

"There's no point in saying more. All I can say is that although I haven't had any contact with her for many years, if she tries to persuade you to eat, you should still... cough cough, be careful!"

With that, Zhang Peng slipped away, leaving Qian Lingyun standing there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

After estimating the time in the dark and gloomy underground palace, Qian Lingyun realized it was almost time for dinner. With no other choice, she had to return to the lonely little castle.

Boom boom boom!

Three muffled thuds broke the silence, like ripples spreading across a pond after a stone has fallen.

"She must be a saint!"

A lonely, ethereal female voice echoed from the empty castle!

"The door is open, please come in!"

"good……"

Qian Lingyun, who was visiting for the first time, was obviously a little reserved. She placed her hand on the doorknob and gently squeezed it before pushing open the tightly closed door with some hesitation!

Unsurprisingly, the residence of the Four Elders was just like the rooms of most evil spirit masters—dark and completely devoid of any custom of lighting lamps.

"If you find it dark, there is a switch for the soul guide lamp on the left side as you enter."

The ethereal female voice came again, kindly pointing out a clear path for Qian Lingyun, who was groping her way forward in the darkness.

She really knows how to get along with people. How did such a considerate person become a worshipper in the Holy Spirit Church?

Thinking about it, Qian Lingyun felt a little regretful.

With a click, the light cord at the door was pulled, and the bright white soul-guided light instantly illuminated the entire hallway as if it were daytime.

Under the illumination of the soul-guided lamp, Qian Lingyun stared at the various pieces of furniture in the room and froze on the spot.

A coat rack made from a diamond mammoth skull inlaid with diamonds, a carpet made entirely of peeled dragon skin, and a K-style shoe cabinet made from a whole demonic tree.

All of these things told Qian Lingyun that the aesthetics of the Four Worshippers were very similar to her own.

After casually picking up a row of hand-held ornaments carved from secret soul bones from the shoe cabinet and admiring them for a while, the Fourth Elder's voice came again: "If the Holy Maiden likes them, take them and play with them! They're just small things anyway."

"!"

Qian Lingyun then seemed to wake from a dream, coughed a few times somewhat awkwardly, and hurriedly walked deeper into the house.

"Holy Maiden, the restaurant is on the second floor!"

Just as she reached the top of the stairs, the voice of the fourth priest suddenly came from behind her, as if Qian Lingyun had known everything from the moment she entered the room.

Ascending the stairs to the second floor, carved from the bones of an unknown creature, the first thing you see is a half-open black iron door.

From the other side of the door crack, the distant, chaotic breathing of many people could be heard.

Does that mean she invited many people, not just me? Would it be inappropriate for me to go in now?

Qian Lingyun thought this way, but a strong sense of curiosity deep inside still drove her to push open the half-closed black door.

Unlike the Cretan style of the foyer, the dining room of the four shrines is designed in a Gothic style, reminiscent of a medieval royal palace.

Behind the black door lies an even more empty room. It seems that the four altars have opened up the partitions between the three floors, making this private restaurant look very spacious.

And this door is located in the middle of the second floor, neither high nor low.

The only way to get to the ground is a spiral staircase without handrails, which descends to the restaurant on the next floor.

Looking down from the stairs, everything from the deliberately drawn gold-embroidered curtains to the semi-circular high-backed chairs next to the dining table is uniformly dark black.

There are eight chairs around the long table, three on each side and one in front and back. Except for the chair facing the door, which is empty, all the other chairs are covered with a thick black cloth.

The only thing that stood out from the surrounding dark-toned facilities was the red-haired woman lying in the middle of a white tablecloth.

Her long, vibrant red hair, as red as blood, was spread across the white tablecloth and ran vertically down the edge of the table, as if blood were flowing down her body.

Noticing Qian Lingyun's surprised gaze, the woman lying on the dining table didn't care. She simply turned her head slightly and smiled at Qian Lingyun.

"The Holy Maiden's outfit is quite beautiful. If I remember correctly, this should be a special garment from ten thousand years ago in the Douluo Continent, worn only by those of extremely high status!"

(End of this chapter)