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

Chapter 248 - The Pope of the Holy Soul Hall cannot lose Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, just as Qian Lingyun cannot lose Golden Soul Coins!

"Hmm, more than eighty people, I don't know where to send them!" Qian Lingyun took out a map, carefully considered it, and finally chose Yuncheng, which is 600 miles away from here.

There's a newly opened branch of the Ordinary Alliance there, with over sixty ordinary people and a dozen or so Soul Masters, which should be enough.

Stepping out of the dilapidated "cellar," Qian Lingyun immediately spotted the maid crouching at the edge of the woods.

Seeing him carrying a thin metal rod on his shoulder and squatting on the ground looking just like Sun Wukong, Qian Lingyun couldn't help but grin and beckoned to the maid, "Come here!"

"They're here!" A maidservant walked over with some difficulty, carrying a piercing cannon, and said in a trembling voice, "That old man is dead?"

"He's dead." Qian Lingyun nodded, adding, "He's so badly shattered you can't even find a complete body. If you go now, you might still be able to..."

Before the words were even finished, the cellar, which had been ravaged by more than a dozen fixed-position soul-guided shells, could no longer hold on.

And so, it collapsed before their very eyes, ending its sinful life.

"Alright, alright! I don't think we'll find a complete corpse anyway," Qian Lingyun said, patting her maid's shoulder with a wry smile. "Don't be obsessed with me, I'm just a legend!"

After speaking, Qian Lingyun put away the piercing cannon and got up to leave, but the maid grabbed her sleeve and knelt down on the ground, begging Qian Lingyun to take her with her.

"Tsk, quite a few people are kneeling to me today! If you're only kneeling now, you probably won't even make the top 100," Qian Lingyun thought to herself, sizing up the little maid for a moment.

[Since we've already taken over eighty-odd girls, one more won't make a difference. This girl is a maid, right? Well... let's just take her back to keep Nana company.]

"You can come with me, but I don't keep idle people here! You either need to be exceptionally good at fighting, or smart and capable, and most importantly, absolutely loyal, understand?" Qian Lingyun waved her hand dismissively and said:

"If you can do it, make a vow with your martial spirit and then follow me! Introduce yourself to me along the way."

The little maid made the vow with the fastest speed Qian Lingyun had ever seen. beaming, she tore off her maid's uniform and followed closely behind Qian Lingyun, introducing herself as follows:

"My name is Yueyue, I'm fifteen years old, a level thirty-eight Soul Master, and my Martial Soul is a sixteen-petaled chrysanthemum!"

Level 38, age 15…

Thinking about it, Qian Lingyun paused slightly, stopped in her tracks, and turned to ask:

"How can you still be at level 38 at fifteen years old here? What's your innate soul power level? Did you take some kind of cultivation-enhancing medicine?"

While the level of 38 at age 15 may not seem impressive on the surface, it depends on the circumstances!

Even in Shrek Academy, which is known for having the strongest resources for Soul Master training, a fifteen-year-old at level thirty-eight already has the ability to graduate from the outer academy.

Moreover, Yueyue is in an environment like Chongtianmen where she cannot properly cultivate.

"My innate soul power is level seven and a half, and I've taken some medicine to enhance my soul power," Yueyue said, lowering her head somewhat embarrassed.

"Chrysanthemum Martial Soul, Vengeful Spirit Martial Soul, interesting! Truly interesting!" Qian Lingyun looked at the uneasy Yueyue and subconsciously thought of the two elders of the Papal Palace ten thousand years ago, Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

Although Nana's martial soul is not a ghost, but a vengeful spirit.

But from the perspective of Earthlings, vengeful spirits can be considered a type of ghost.

Rakshasa, Kiku, Oni – it sounds like a very classic and popular combination!

Thinking of this, Qian Lingyun's expression softened considerably. She whispered, "Yueyue, according to Soul Masters, what type of martial soul do you have?"

"A powerful offensive style!"

Yueyue lowered her head, somewhat embarrassed, and summoned a few white chrysanthemums, then flung them away like daggers.

Watching as three white chrysanthemums precisely nailed into the brick wall in the shape of the Chinese character "品" (pin), Qian Lingyun's lips twitched, and she couldn't help but complain:

"Wow, this move...it's like stepping back in time!"

"My lord, am I... am I very weak?" Yueyue asked shyly, clutching the hem of her clothes, looking pitiful as if she were trying to harm herself.

"weak…"

A hint of relief flashed in Qian Lingyun's dark red eyes. She raised her hand and gently patted her shoulder, comforting her softly, "You're not exactly weak, you're just... so-so!"

"Work hard! I've already come up with your future title. After you reach the ninth ring... you'll be Chrysanthemum Douluo Yueyue!"

Upon hearing this, Yueyue couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice, "Master...I...can I really become a Title Douluo in this state?"

"Sure! If I say you can, then you can!" Qian Lingyun took out a scorching hot herb from her storage soul tool.

It was a red, trembling, soft and delicate fairy herb. It looked very simple, consisting only of red grass leaves.

The very tip of the blade of grass resembles a rooster's comb, but upon closer inspection, one can discover its unique feature: the veins are a reddish-gold color.

As soon as this herb appeared, the temperature of the surrounding space rose dramatically.

"This is..." Yueyue's eyes widened as she pointed at the herbs in Qian Lingyun's hand, so astonished that she couldn't even utter a sound.

Although she didn't recognize what kind of herb it was, she instinctively felt that it was very powerful, extremely powerful!

"This is called the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower. It cannot be chewed; it must be swallowed whole," Qian Lingyun explained, shaking the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower in her hand.

"The effects of this item are very noticeable. It will greatly increase your soul power and give your chrysanthemum martial soul, which has no specific attribute, a very powerful fire attribute. If you're lucky, it might even give you the opportunity to evolve your martial soul."

After explaining the medicinal properties of the herbs, Qian Lingyun tossed the precious herbs into Yueyue's hand, saying, "Here, these are for you!"

"Thank you, Master." Yueyue, using the herbs as cover, eagerly slipped into the nearby grove and began absorbing them according to Qian Lingyun's method.

Watching Yueyue happily disappear into the woods, Qian Lingyun left behind the words: "You absorb the nutrients first, don't move around. I'm going to bring back the herd of cattle and horses from down the mountain."

After walking briskly down the alley at the foot of the mountain for a while, Qian Lingyun was surprised to find…

At this moment, the area down the mountain was bustling with activity, a rare sight with lanterns and decorations everywhere and people coming and going.

"Oh my! They're still alive! Not bad, not bad, I'm very satisfied." Qian Lingyun bought a sugar figurine from a roadside vendor, ate it, and walked over to the dying Feng Ling fat man, kicking him with her foot.

"You killed my father, right? Then you can't kill me!" Feng Ling grabbed Qian Lingyun's heel and begged, tears streaming down her face.

Qian Lingyun: "!"

As a result, Feng Ling, who was lying on the ground, took another solid kick.

He didn't regain consciousness until he was captured by Wu Yu, after taking that blow...

Perhaps, at that moment, he desperately hoped that Qian Lingyun's kick would have made him never wake up again.

With a mere wave of his hand, a gray six-pointed star symbol appeared beneath these scoundrels one by one. As the light flashed, the bullies led by Feng Ling completely vanished from the Douluo Continent.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, this group of scoundrels who usually bullied men and women simply vanished!

The first villager to react cheered, "That bastard Feng Ling is gone! Come and celebrate, everyone!"

For a time, the onlookers were as excited as if it were Chinese New Year, so much so that many people brought fireworks and firecrackers from home and set them off in broad daylight.

Staring at the cheering crowd, Qian Lingyun stood frozen in place, muttering to herself, "What the hell did I do? Holy crap!"

(End of this chapter)