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

Chapter 87 - Ferocious Power

"According to the predictions of the old elder and the sect leader, we should have three saintesses. Besides you, there should be a Blue Silver Saintess and a Phoenix Saintess, but... we haven't found them yet. We only found you by following the information left by the old elder..." Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng smiled slightly and comforted him.

"But none of that matters anymore, we already have you. The message left by the old elder is that your importance and potential as the Rakshasa Saintess far surpass those of the other two saintesses. With you, the other two saintesses are no longer important."

"You found me following the old elder's information? Who is this old elder? He sounds quite formidable. Can I meet him after we return?"

Indeed, Qian Lingyun was also surprised that there was such a capable person in the Holy Spirit Cult who could predict the future, and planned to take some time to learn a few tricks from him.

If things really get really bad, I can still make a living as a fortune teller by the roadside.

"This... I'm afraid that won't work, because the old elder passed away after deducing your whereabouts in the Star Dou Great Forest!" Zhang Peng shook his head with considerable emotion and sighed.

"Although the old elder's cultivation level is not obvious, he is capable of divination. Such a person is unique in my life. It's just a pity that the heavens are jealous of talent. Alas..."

"That's a pity," Qian Lingyun said, bowing her head and agonizing for a moment before looking up and pleading, "I just hope that the search for the other two Holy Maidens won't be abandoned either. Having a few more backup plans would definitely be a good thing."

After speaking, Qian Lingyun gave the group a meaningful look and said, "After all... I, a saintess, am too bored. Having a few people keep me company can help relieve my boredom!"

"Of course, we will never give up the search for the other two saintesses, and we will continue our search."

Feng Ling picked up the conversation, ignoring everything else, grabbed Qian Lingyun's hand, and flew towards the Sun Moon Empire. She smiled and said:

"The saintess seems to be in good physical condition, so she shouldn't be worried about us accelerating our flight. We can discuss the rest when we get back."

"Hmm!" Qian Lingyun nodded, took out a pair of sunglasses, put them on, and smiled, "Then I want to see how fast the Vice Sect Leader can fly!"

"Really? Then I'll give it a try!" A smile flashed in Feng Ling's eyes as she reached out and embraced him.

He tucked Qian Lingyun under his arm like a briefcase, and in an instant, he increased his speed to the maximum, like a black meteor whistling through the clouds in the sky.

"..."

Zhang Peng and Wu Yun exchanged a helpless glance and had no choice but to follow.

The scenery below them changed rapidly like a carousel. Feng Ling flew from noon until night. After they flew over the Mingdou Mountains, where the stars meet the sun and moon, they slowed down their flight and landed slowly in a small town.

"How does the Holy Maiden feel? Is this speed acceptable?"

After landing, Feng Ling looked at Qian Lingyun, whose face was red from the wind, with a half-smile and said playfully, "Or maybe you should fly slower next time."

"It's alright! We'll sleep here tonight?" Qian Lingyun touched her cheeks, which were red from the wind, and followed Feng Ling beside her, watching her eagerly as she pushed open the door of an inn.

If Qian Lingyun's intuition is correct, then this inn is a liaison station established by the Holy Spirit Cult in this area.

Although the people coming and going in the inn seemed normal, with everyone shouting and yelling, it was still a lively scene.

But... the yin energy rising from the ground and the wails from the souls that ordinary people cannot hear are real.

A few strangers dressed in black robes walked into the bustling inn, and the noisy chatter inside immediately quieted down. The men in the lobby all turned their gazes to the youthful and beautiful Qian Lingyun.

"What, do you need me to gouge their eyes out for you?" Feng Ling coldly scanned the lobby, subconsciously raising one eyebrow.

"No need. It would be such a waste if no one looked at me, given how good-looking I am." Qian Lingyun glanced around dismissively, walked straight to the counter, tapped the table lightly with her index finger, and said, "Four superior rooms." She then pointed at Feng Ling and told the shopkeeper, "She'll pay."

"..." Feng Ling was silent for a moment, then took out her identity token and threw it at the shopkeeper, muttering impatiently, "Quickly call the person in charge of this branch altar over to see me!"

"Yes, sir, please wait a moment!" The shopkeeper in charge glanced at the symbol on the ID card and almost knelt down to these people, but seeing Feng Ling's impatient eyes, he still suppressed his fear, stumbled and pulled the mechanism located under the counter, and jumped down into the tunnel.

"Wow...you guys dug this tunnel pretty well!" Qian Lingyun curiously peered down from the counter, her long legs bobbing up and down like oars.

The clueless burly men behind him were getting parched and couldn't help but look up along the long legs, but... when they looked up, they saw the Scorpion Tiger Douluo's sinister eyes and his icy soul power.

what…

Under the immense pressure of the soul power, the rough men couldn't help but tremble. They let out a low groan of pain and reflexively sat down in their chairs, shaking uncontrollably. The lively atmosphere vanished in an instant.

"Huh?" As if sensing the strangeness behind her, Qian Lingyun jumped back. The crisp click of her high heels hitting the ground was particularly abrupt in the silence. She glanced at Scorpion Tiger Douluo, then looked at the group of silent passersby, and seemed to understand something!

"Holy Maiden, should we...?" Zhang Peng raised his hand and made a throat-slitting gesture.

"Was that really necessary?!" Qian Lingyun raised her eyebrows in dissatisfaction and complained, "It's because of your kind of personality, killing a few people for no reason, that the reputation of us evil soul masters has been ruthlessly persecuted."

"Huh?" Zhang Peng froze, looking at the dark clouds in confusion, and whispered, "Could it be... that we evil soul masters have some kind of reputation?"

"I don't know..." Wu Yun shook his head and muttered, "I'm wondering... could our reputation... possibly get any worse?"

"What brilliant idea does the Holy Maiden have? Why don't you tell me?" Feng Ling turned around, leaning alluringly against the counter, her eyes filled with undisguised curiosity and astonishment.

"If you ask me, our Holy Spirit Church, starting with us at the top, must first and foremost eliminate this kind of indiscriminate killing!" Qian Lingyun said indignantly, pointing at the group of passersby and patiently persuading them.

"Look, today you kill a few people because you're in a bad mood, tomorrow someone else kills a few because they're in a bad mood, and you get nothing in return. Isn't that a shameful waste?"

"If you ask me, we should allocate resources reasonably. Some people want blood, some want corpses, some want bones, some want resentment, and some want souls!"

"These needs aren't actually conflicting! Wouldn't a reasonable allocation ensure that everyone receives their due benefits?"

After speaking, Qian Lingyun sighed, feigning deep sorrow, and said, "Thinking about it carefully, how many resources have you wasted before? How many Title Douluos could have been created with those resources?"

(End of this chapter)