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

Chapter 97—The saying goes, "Spare the rod and spoil the child"...

Come to my place at midnight tonight!

Upon receiving the telepathic message, Qian Lingyun abruptly raised her head and looked at Ye Xishui in surprise, only to find that Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao had long since disappeared, and she had no idea where they had gone.

Going to the room in the dead of night, why does this story feel so familiar? It's like there's a Monkey King in it too…

After the two Limit Douluos left, the group of Evil Douluos stood there, looking at each other, unsure of what to do. They all turned their gazes to Zhongli Wu, their resentful eyes seeming to say:

Leader, now that the two elders are gone, you're in charge. What's next? Should we disband or hold a banquet? You should at least let me know! I still have work to do!

After a long silence, Feng Ling took the lead and stepped forward to offer her heartfelt blessings to Qian Lingyun on her appointment as the next leader of the Holy Spirit Sect.

Zhongli Wu coughed lightly and announced to the crowd with a half-smile, "The investiture ceremony for the Holy Maiden will be held in three days."

"Hehe..." Qian Lingyun, her heart unmoved, politely smiled at all the Evil Douluos who came to congratulate her, thinking to herself: [The Holy Spirit Cult will be mine sooner or later. The revival of the cult has already made initial progress. For the time being, I only need to focus on cultivation.]

As for the sixth spirit ring... in a month or so... during the Spirit Master Competition, didn't Star Luo City have a spirit beast embryo?

She believed that with the divine position and artifact right before her, the divine examiner's promise was far more reliable than the big fat silkworm's worthless gamble.

So what if the starting bid is 100 million gold soul coins? It's not like she can't afford it; she's not short of money right now.

Furthermore, even if she really can't afford it, she can always cheat them out of it! Isn't that what evil spirit masters do?

Speaking of time, it seems like Shrek Academy will start in about ten days. Huo Yuhao should already be in the far north searching for his second martial soul, right?

A 400,000-year-old spirit ring and spirit bone—that's truly enviable! She wouldn't feel right unless she got a 700,000-year-old one…

With a smile, Qian Lingyun saw off the evil spirit masters and wandered around the underground palace until late at night, wanting to familiarize herself with her new surroundings.

Along the way, almost every evil spirit master would make way for her when they saw her, bowing respectfully in greeting.

Until Ye Xishui called from a great distance, "How late are you going to loiter around here?"

"Huh!"

Realizing what had happened, Qian Lingyun suddenly awoke from a dream, flipped over the handrail, and jumped off the ten-story-high building.

With her spirit attached to her in mid-air, she flapped her wings and knocked on Ye Xishui's door at a speed she had never experienced before.

"Grandmother, I'm coming in!?" Qian Lingyun pushed open Ye Xishui's door and peeked in, but couldn't see anything.

Ye Xishui's entire room was shrouded in black mist, without a trace of light, and no matter how Qian Lingyun observed, she couldn't see anything inside.

"Is she not here?" Qian Lingyun muttered in confusion, turning her head back. Just as she was about to leave, Ye Xishui's uniquely resonant voice rang out from all directions. She said, "Go inside and close the door."

"Eek!" Qian Lingyun swallowed awkwardly, tiptoed into the room, and closed the door behind her.

In the pitch-black room, a pair of scarlet eyes gleamed with an eerie light. Ye Xishui said, "A divine-level martial soul is already an unparalleled advantage, and now you even have a divine position by your side, so your future is bright. However, such talent is absolutely no excuse for you to be so muddleheaded!"

"Eh?" Qian Lingyun was slightly taken aback, opening her mouth several times, then hesitating to speak. But Ye Xishui seemed to have guessed what Qian Lingyun was thinking. She chuckled and said, "What, are you surprised? Do you really think that someone who can reach the Limit Douluo realm doesn't have any trump cards up their sleeve?"

"No, that's not true." Qian Lingyun shook her head seriously, while Ye Xishui sighed deeply and said, "Having lived here for so many years and witnessed the opening of the Death Prison countless times, I can sense that the remnant soul inside is gone!"

"You ate it, didn't you!" Ye Xishui's voice suddenly turned cold, and the air in the room seemed to freeze. Qian Lingyun felt her legs go weak, and an indescribable weight pressed down on her instantly.

Despite the unbearable, astonishing pressure, and even as the stone bricks beneath her feet cracked with a tooth-grinding sound, she remained standing.

Before long, the sudden gravity slowly dissipated with the passage of time. With a soft "pfft," Ye Xishui laughed again, but this time it was a sharp laugh as she asked:

"Guess why so many leaders of the Holy Spirit Cult have guarded this divine position so close at hand but refused to take that step!"

"I don't know." Qian Lingyun, trembling all over, honestly shook her head, thinking to herself: [How could I possibly know what they're thinking, guarding their divine positions and waiting to die of old age?]

"It's simple, naturally... because of greed!" Ye Xishui seemed to have guessed Qian Lingyun's answer and said jokingly:

"Our Holy Spirit Sect has had so many leaders throughout its history, and has never lacked super or even limit-level Douluo. If we really have designs on that thing in the Prison of Death, our Holy Spirit Sect might very well produce a god!"

"But they refused. Evil Soul Masters are almost all arrogant individuals, and this god isn't powerful enough! They didn't want to accept that they, who had been so powerful and domineering on Douluo Continent, would only be unknown figures up there!"

"And once they grow old, they will lose their right to inherit..."

"But you are different. After you entered the Prison of the Dead, I could sense another aura about you, which seemed to be that of a god of a higher rank than that god."

"Combining the legends from ten thousand years ago and the information Xiao Feng brought back, if I'm not mistaken, the source of that power corresponds to your title of Saintess, which is... Rakshasa, right?"

"You obtained the power of the Rakshasa God a long time ago," Ye Xishui said eloquently, her sinister eyes seemingly having seen through everything.

But all she received in response was silence.

In the long silence, Qian Lingyun's face was bloodless, and her expression was almost unreadable, but in her heart she was full of admiration: She is indeed a rare career-minded strong woman. Although she is occasionally obsessed, her mind is still very sharp once it starts working.

No wonder he could manipulate several top-tier experts like Mu En, Long Xiaoyao, and Zhongli Laogui so easily!

"Yes, my power comes from the god Rakshasa. The god of evil is a lower-level deity, and I can completely absorb and merge its power," Qian Lingyun answered frankly, too lazy to lie.

"Hehe, excellent! I like people who are honest with me! Because I don't like being deceived." Ye Xishui smiled calmly and said softly, "Perhaps, you little girl, will give me some surprises in the future!"

After saying that, Ye Xishui's voice stopped abruptly, and all other sounds in the room disappeared as well.

Just then, Qian Lingyun felt the ground beneath her feet begin to spin, and in an instant, she lost all sense of the surrounding space.

As if she were drunk, everything around her began to spin around her.

Amidst the dizzying sensation, a strange, suffocating feeling came from all directions, and a terrifying force formed a huge cage in the darkness, trapping her inside.

Meanwhile, the surrounding cages were constantly changing as they tumbled, sometimes scorching hot, sometimes freezing cold, sometimes struck by lightning and causing pain. But Qian Lingyun gritted her teeth and endured it, using her own soul power to fight against them.

In the turbulent, confined space, no one knew how much time had passed; Qian Lingyun's body was already soaked in sweat from the pain.

As she endured the ever-changing environment within the cage, she was like a piece of steel being constantly hammered and forged under an iron hammer.

From the beginning until now, her soul power level has decreased instead of increased, dropping directly to level sixty.

A decrease in soul power is not a good thing, but after examining her meridians, she discovered that the resentment she had absorbed was being absorbed by her body more quickly, and even her soul power had become more condensed.

This is something that couldn't be done by actively compressing soul power before.

As Qian Lingyun adapted, the external shocks gradually weakened and eventually disappeared completely.

(End of this chapter)