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

Chapter 297 - The Ripper of Mingdu

Out of awe for the unknown terror and respect for the future leader, the newly appointed worshipper naturally spoke eloquently, afraid of displeasing the saintess.

"You were promoted to Title Douluo yesterday, why didn't you go to the Sect Leader and the Grand Elder to register, instead of coming here to look for me!?"

Qian Lingyun rolled her shimmering eyes and looked the old man up and down, as if trying to figure out what he wanted to do.

Oh, how could I possibly tell you that I just absorbed a spirit ring and was dragged here by the Fifth Elder?

Nightmare Douluo scratched his head, struggled to organize his thoughts, and finally gave an answer that no one would have expected:

"Since I am closer to the Holy Maiden, I should naturally pay my respects to her first. As for compiling the register, it can be done sooner or later, so there is no need to rush."

"Heh, you've got a way with words!" Qian Lingyun nodded with a smile, mentally adding another label to the old man as someone who knew how to read the situation, before turning her gaze back to the 'country girl'.

This "country girl," oh dear, she's a five-fold offering, her face covered by a gray cloth strip, except for her striking gray eyes and long braid.

Her entire body was shrouded in that drab gray cloak, wrapped up even more tightly than... Arab women.

"Hey, why are you staring at me like that?" Darren squinted, glancing sideways at Qian Lingyun, and with a flick of his left hand, produced a silver dagger. He sneered, "Have you fallen for me?"

"Hehe." Qian Lingyun chuckled dryly, walked straight up to Darren, looked down at him with her impressive height, and said sarcastically, "I'm never infatuated with people who aren't even as tall as me."

"You...you f***ing..." Darren's body trembled, and her dark eyes revealed an incredulous expression. She pointed at Qian Lingyun but couldn't finish her sentence for a long time.

Yuma, on the other hand, couldn't sit still. She covered her lips and burst out laughing.

And that smile just happened to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Gray mist rose up, and Darren flicked his left hand, sending the sharp dagger, gleaming with a cold light, piercing straight into Qian Lingyun's chest.

Holy crap, you're serious!

Qian Lingyun frowned and reflexively raised her hand to her chest to block the attack.

All they heard was a clang, and the dagger that Darren had just brought with his left hand broke in two.

Fragments of metal flew in all directions, some even tearing through the gray veil Darren used to cover his head.

The moment the veil fell off, a gray spiritual force field, exuding death and madness, swirled around Darren with a radius of three meters.

Its shape... closely resembles a small, dark tornado.

In less than a few breaths, Darren's soul power fluctuations actually increased from level 96 to level 97, and were still rising at a visible speed.

Although the power boost in this short period of time was unstable, the rate and multiplier of its soul power increase did indeed surprise Qian Lingyun slightly.

"Oh no!" Yuma's pupils contracted, and she hurriedly tore a piece of cloth from her skirt to cover Darren's almost exposed face.

His face was covered again, and the rampaging soul power on Darren's body began to subside.

"Daughter, remember one thing: unless it's a life-or-death situation, never let the things covering Darren's body disappear." Yuma looked at the bulging veins that even the strips of cloth couldn't hide with lingering fear, and hurriedly pulled her aside, doing her best to calm her rampaging soul power.

Bai Yuan, an elder of the ancestral hall, naturally knew some secrets that were difficult for ordinary people to know.

She took a step closer to Qian Lingyun, lowered her eyes, and transmitted her voice: "The Fifth Elder's face, no, his entire body, has been cut with knives for decades. The Fifth Elder has tried every method but can't get rid of them."

"So she always wears this outfit that doesn't show any skin?" Qian Lingyun raised an eyebrow and asked in a low voice, "Has she never changed her clothes?"

Bai Yuan's lips twitched, thinking to herself: Goodness, your thinking can still be so unique at a time like this.

But...she's been in the Hall of Worship for so many years, and it seems...she's never actually seen Darren appear in any other form.

Finally, after hesitating for a while, Bai Yuan slowly squeezed out, "I might change clothes, but the styles will all be the same! After all... who wears the same clothes for decades!"

"I see..." Qian Lingyun nodded meaningfully, raising her eyebrows to signal Bai Yuan to continue.

"Oh, okay, where was I... oh right, it was a body covered in scars."

Bai Yuan pondered for a moment before continuing to recount the tragic past of the Five Offerings.

"Don't let Wu Shangfeng's current appearance fool you; in her youth, she was a renowned beauty in the Heavenly Soul Empire, the kind of woman so many dukes and princes would vie for her hand in marriage!"

Hearing this, Qian Lingyun couldn't help but ask again, "Hey, how do you, a scientist who's always stuck in a lab, know so much? Could it be...?"

"Yes, Darren, I'm roughly from the same generation as Vixen. You know Vixen's personality, she's like a flamboyant trumpet flower."

"As soon as she heard that someone was this beautiful, she dragged me along to a beauty contest."

When talking about her dark past from many years ago, Bai Yuan's face showed helplessness and regret, but more than anything, it was filled with memories.

"And the result?" Qian Lingyun asked, not without curiosity.

"The flamboyant charm of the vixen and the gentle elegance of Darren each have their strengths. In terms of figure, the vixen has a slight edge, but in terms of looks, she definitely loses!"

"As for what happened later... Darren got into trouble!"

At this point, a hint of regret flashed across Bai Yuan's face. She sighed softly and said with emotion:

"Beautiful women have always had tragic fates. Several spoiled young men who had been rejected by the Five Worthies turned their love into hatred and spent a lot of money to have Darren kidnapped."

"And these scars are also..."

"No, no, no, those playboys were just lusting after her beauty. Her scars were inflicted by a few women who were jealous of her looks... Sigh, I won't say anymore, it's all tears."

Bai Yuan's eyes lingered on the five offerings, but finally, she looked away and, in a calm tone, brought the story to a satisfactory conclusion.

"In the end, it was the vixen who went to play with Darren who rescued her, but she only managed to save her life."

"Later, the rescued Fifth Master went mad the moment she saw the mirror. She became... a little... tsk, she started to like dismembering anything she didn't like with a dagger."

"Especially fond of digging into the hearts of certain jealous women."

Such a sorrowful past seemed to have no effect on the carefree Qian Lingyun, she thought to herself at this moment.

Left-handed, wields knives, loves disemboweling, has a tragic past, and likes to hide in the fog...

The more I listen to it, the more it sounds like The Ripper from Chongqing!

Wow! Their Holy Spirit Cult really produces a lot of talented people—Hannibal, Ripper, Frankenstein's monster, you name it…

I just don't know if there's a clown.

Yuma: No, my daughter, you are the real clown!

(End of this chapter)