Douluo Dragon King: Doumu's Blessing, I Am the Star Lord

Qian Gu Xing Ci smiled helplessly, took out two golden spirit alloys from his soul tool, squatted down, and slowly waved them in front of Le Zheng Yu.

Just a second ago, Yue Zhengyu was listless, but in an instant, his eyes widened like saucers, and he was fully revitalized, grabbing Jin He: "Xing Ci! You're my own brother!"

The road to becoming strong is always full of thorns, so what's a little setback!

Compared to the incredibly cool battle armor, everything else has to take a backseat!

If there is anything with a higher priority, it would only be the Angelic Martial Soul Origin that can be obtained by hunting down evil soul masters, as repeatedly mentioned by the family elders!

Seeing how quickly he changed his expression, Qian Gu Xing Ci thought to himself: Oh no, I gave him too much!

Le Zhengyu, however, was already rubbing his hands together and leaning closer with an expectant look on his face: "Xingci, look... I'm planning to place a long-term order for a batch of spirit alloys with you. Is this a reliable idea?"

Qian Gu Xing Ci smiled and nodded: "Agreed."

Le Zhengyu was already fantasizing about his future One-Word Battle Armor on the spot, and drool was almost dripping from the corner of his mouth.

After seeing off the overjoyed Yue Zhengyu, Qian Gu Xingci and Na'er returned to the Qian Gu family mansion.

Meanwhile, Le Zhengyu returned to Shrek Academy and immediately went to find his loyal class monitor.

This young master of the angelic family stepped into the most secluded and deserted dormitory for work-study students in the academy for the first time in his life.

At just one glance, Le Zhengyu was stunned.

Their angel family's abandoned secret chamber, passed down 20,000 years ago, is even more luxuriously decorated than this place!

He stared at the old, worn-out wooden door, afraid that if he raised his hand to knock, the door would collapse.

All he could do was stand at the door and shout, "Squad leader, are you there?"

With a creaking, ear-piercing scraping sound, the wooden door was pulled open, and a thin, cold-faced "boy" appeared behind it.

Yuan Enhui frowned, looking at Le Zhengyu at the door, her tone as cold as ice: "Le Zhengyu, what do you want from me?"

Le Zhengyu quickly said, "I have a friend who wants to talk to you."

Upon hearing this, a hint of impatience flashed across Yuan En Ye Hui's eyes. She assumed it was another scion of a powerful family trying to win her over, and without saying a word, she turned and walked into the house.

Le Zhengyu quickly stepped forward to stop her and handed her Qian Gu Xing Ci's letter: "Read this before you leave!"

Yuan Enhui took the envelope with some suspicion and casually opened it.

On the snow-white letter paper, only four characters were written, their force penetrating the paper:

Fallen angel.

Chapter 39 Fallen Angel, Harossa's Strengthened Hope (Please continue reading)

The moment Yuan Enhui saw those four words, his pupils suddenly contracted, his heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and even his breath stopped for a beat.

She almost frantically clutched the letter to her chest, looked up at Le Zhengyu, and asked in a voice filled with barely suppressed panic and wariness: "Time, place."

Le Zhengyu was taken aback by the huge contrast before and after. He quickly suppressed his curiosity, gave her the address left by Qian Gu Xing Ci, and left without asking any more questions.

The next day.

A lakeside detached villa near the Spirit Pagoda.

Yuan Enhui stood at the entrance of the villa, looking at the exquisite and elegant courtyard and the bright living room behind the floor-to-ceiling windows. Thinking of her own drafty work-study dormitory, tears of envy almost streamed down her face.

She composed herself and pressed the doorbell.

Soon, Qian Gu Xing Ci opened the door, stepped aside to make way, and said in a calm tone, "Please come in."

This is an unused property of the Qian Gu family. Today, the place was specially cleared out, and there were only the two of them in the huge villa.

Qian Gu Xing Ci poured her a glass of chilled juice and pushed it in front of her.

After a moment of silence, Yuan Enhui finally couldn't help but speak, her voice tense and wary: "How did you know?"

She suddenly remembered Qian Gu Xing Ci's family background, and her eyes darkened: "It was the Spirit Pagoda that found out about my background?"

Qian Gu Xing Ci shook his head, picked up his juice, took a sip, and said in a flat tone, "That's not important. But you, you've already gone to the point of being open and honest, yet you're still putting on a facade. Doesn't that lack sincerity?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Enhui's body stiffened for a moment.

The next second, her soul power stirred slightly, the disguise on her face disappeared, and her figure also subtly changed. Her originally somewhat hard features became soft, and standing there was a beautiful young woman with a graceful and slender figure.

Her voice, no longer deliberately lowered, returned to its clear, crisp tone, though still tinged with intense wariness: "Then what is your purpose? To win me over, or even to win over the Yuanen family behind me?"

Qian Gu Xing Ci put down his cup and nodded frankly: "That's part of the reason."

But I'm not forcing it. The Yuanen clan is indeed quite powerful, and it would be best if we could win them over, but even if we fail, it won't matter much to me.

His tone suddenly turned serious, and his gaze went straight to Yuan Enhui: "But I ask you, do you really understand your Fallen Angel Martial Soul?"

Yuanen Yehui was stunned for a moment, then his eyes welled up with pain and disgust from the bottom of his bones, and his voice trembled slightly: "It is a top-level evil martial soul, the source of our Yuanen family's disaster."

“Wrong.” Qian Gu Xing Ci shook his head, his tone calm. “Its true essence is a seed that was planted in Douluo Continent from another dimension.”

Once these seeds take root, sprout, and grow to a certain size, they will forcibly open a passage between two dimensions, allowing invaders from other dimensions to descend upon the Douluo Continent.

Yuan Enhui was stunned at first, and the scene of the family's annihilation flashed through his mind in an instant: the family members who died tragically, his mother's eyes before her death, and all the clues were connected in an instant.

Her mother was also a possessor of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul.

According to Qian Gu Xing Ci, his mother must have accidentally opened that passage back then. In order to resist those demons from other dimensions, the family suffered heavy casualties and fell apart.

"No...it can't be!" She stood up abruptly, her body trembling uncontrollably, her eyes filled with disbelief and pain. "My mother isn't a bad person! She would never do such a thing!"

"This is not up to her or...you." Qian Gu Xing Ci's voice remained calm, yet it struck her heart like a heavy hammer.

"When a Fallen Angel Soul Master grows to a certain level, opening the passage is an inevitable result, and it is not affected by your wishes."

Even if you deliberately avoid cultivating, it will still absorb negative energy from the world to grow, and eventually, it will still reach that point.

Yuan Enhui slumped onto the sofa, her face deathly pale.

She knew perfectly well that Qian Gu Xing Ci had no reason to deceive her.

But this truth was too cruel for her.

She suddenly raised her head, a desperate glimmer of hope igniting in her eyes: "Since you know all this, you must have a solution, right?"

Qian Gu Xing Ci nodded: "Yes. Considering that you are not an evil soul master and possess twin martial souls, the simplest method is to destroy your second martial soul."

I think this is the solution most people would give you.

Yuan Enhui fell silent instantly.

Destroying the Fallen Angel Martial Soul would not only reduce her talent by more than half, but that's another matter.

More importantly... this is the only thing her mother left in this world.

She took a deep breath, looked up at Qian Gu Xing Ci, and the hope in her eyes had not been extinguished: "You have other ways, don't you?"

“Of course.” Qian Gu Xing Ci smiled, his tone as relaxed as if he were talking about a trivial matter. “It’s better to guide than to block.”

"You can cultivate steadily and break through to the next level. When the day comes that you need to summon the gates of hell, just open them. I'll take care of the entire demon plane for you."

Yuan Enhui then realized that the alternate dimension he was referring to was the Demon Dimension.

She was taken aback at first, then the light in her eyes dimmed instantly, and her face was full of disappointment: "You'd better stop joking with me."

The smile on Qian Gu Xing Ci's face vanished, and he said seriously, "I am serious. The energy I possess far exceeds your imagination."

Just then, an extremely terrifying aura of death enveloped the entire living room like a tidal wave.

Yuan Enhui felt a chill run down his spine, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. He felt as if he were being choked, making even breathing incredibly difficult.

That was the fear of facing the very essence of death, a terrifying pressure she had never felt in her life.

The breath was fleeting.

Qian Gu Xing Ci placed a black card on the table and pushed it in front of her: "This is my contact information. My request is simple: join the Spirit Pagoda, and I will provide you with all the cultivation resources you need."

You can take your time to think it over, and contact me when you've made up your mind.

Yuan Enhui silently picked up the card, her whole body trembling slightly.

She didn't say another word, stood up, nodded slightly to Qian Gu Xing Ci, and turned to leave the villa.

Not long after she left, the air distorted slightly, and Harosa's figure appeared silently in the room.

He spoke first, his hoarse voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of anticipation: "That little girl just now, is she our chance to reach the Demon Realm?"

Qian Gu Xing Ci nodded.

He turned to look at Harosa, then suddenly remembered something, and asked with a serious tone, "Brother, you have died and been resurrected many times. Did you not pay any price?"

Harosa paused for a moment, then slowly spoke, his voice carrying an undisguised sense of vicissitude: "Each time I am reborn, I am left with a primal wound that is difficult to heal."

Even if his external injuries heal, his combat strength is significantly weaker than at his peak.

Qian Gu Xing Ci narrowed his eyes slightly, and that made sense.

Harosa possesses a god-level martial soul and comes with an innate domain, so theoretically, the original work's portrayal of him shouldn't be so weak.

However, in the original timeline, Harosa was always low on health...

Suppressed by Tang Wulin's divine sense, the Netherworld Chant was broken before he was able to exchange blows with his grandfather...

Chapter 40 Amidst Glory, Technological Explosion (Please Read On)

The clear blue sky was like a washed sapphire. The golden-red sunlight filtered through the branches of the century-old sycamore trees in front of Shrek Academy, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The wind carried the fresh scent of grass and trees from the hills behind the academy, and one could also faintly smell the unique and magnificent life force of the ancient golden tree.

Qian Gu Qingfeng walked side by side with Xia Zheng and Leng, with Leng Yaozhu walking beside them. Behind them were three young people: Qian Gu Xingci, Gu Yue, and Na'er. The group of six slowly walked to the main gate of Shrek Academy.

Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li was already waiting inside the door. She was dressed in an elegant white dress, with gentle eyes and a faint glow of life surrounding her. When she saw the group of people coming, she smiled and went up to greet them: "Welcome to Shrek Academy."

After exchanging greetings, Ya Li's beautiful eyes fell on Qian Gu Xing Ci, with a hint of a smile and a touch of seriousness: "Xing Ci, you said before that you would participate in the challenge between the inner court's Glory, does that still stand?"

Qian Gu Xing Ci nodded slightly, his tone composed: "It will naturally be so."

Yali smiled and nodded, then turned and led the way, guiding the group through the outer courtyard's teaching area and straight into a teaching building deep within the inner courtyard, entirely constructed of dark silver metal.

The walls on both sides of the corridor were covered with portraits of outstanding Shrek Academy students throughout history, each portrait accompanied by a description of their past achievements. After walking through the long corridor, the group finally stopped in front of a heavy metal door.

Above the gate, four powerful, gilded characters, written in a flowing, vigorous style, exude a profound and weighty heritage—"Between Glory."

This is the glorious place that runs through Shrek's 20,000-year history and is engraved in the bones and blood of every generation of Shrek people.

Qian Gu Xing Ci looked at those four words and couldn't help but grit his teeth inwardly, a subtle feeling rising in his heart that was hard to describe.