Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

"How is it?" Zhao Wuji asked.

Zhu Zhuqing stood up and released her martial soul. Three soul rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—rose. As the third purple soul ring lit up, her hands were instantly covered by a layer of dark light. Her fingernails grew out of shape, transforming into sharp black blades with chilling light flowing around their edges.

"Third Soul Skill, Netherworld Slash." Zhu Zhuqing's voice remained cold, but a hint of satisfaction could be heard.

"Concentrate your soul power into your claws and unleash a powerful slash that has armor-piercing and shadow-erosion effects."

As she spoke, she flashed and appeared in front of a large tree like a ghost, her right claw slashing down in mid-air.

scoff!

A dark claw-like shadow flashed past, and the tree that required two people to hug was cut in half. The cut was as smooth as a mirror and covered with a layer of constantly corroding shadow energy.

Such powerful attack.

Everyone was taken aback.

This soul skill will definitely elevate Zhu Zhuqing's explosive power to a whole new level.

Zhao Wuji nodded: "Not bad. With this soul skill, your combat ability will reach a new level."

Chapter 295 Martial Soul City

At this point, both Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing had successfully obtained their third spirit ring, thus achieving their primary objective for this trip.

Zhao Wuji didn't delay any longer and waved his hand: "Everyone, set off immediately and return to Shrek Academy!"

……

Wuhun City, Hall of Offerings.

Sunlight streamed through the towering stained-glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the gleaming marble floor.

The entire hall is spacious and solemn, with murals depicting the descent of angels on the dome, which is tens of meters high, with their six wings outstretched and holy light shining everywhere.

Qian Daoliu stood in front of the angel statue, his hands behind his back.

He wore a simple white robe, his silver hair was as white as snow, and his face still looked like that of a middle-aged man, but the vicissitudes accumulated in his eyes could not be concealed by his appearance.

It has been seven days since I returned to this offering hall from the central area of ​​the Douluo Palace.

Everything in Tiandou City seemed to be right before my eyes: Bai Xue's clear and firm gaze, her composure beyond her years as she stood in the center of the training ground, and the soul power fluctuations within her body that were already taking shape and belonged to a top-tier expert.

Twelve years old, level forty-three, the fourth ring of the eternal cycle.

Qian Daoliu closed his eyes slightly, a sense of relief welling up in his heart, but more than that, a heavy sense of responsibility.

This child's talent even surpasses that of Qian Xunji and Qian Renxue back then.

Although the Snow-capped Swan is a mutated martial soul, it is also a top-tier ice attribute. With the addition of the Six-Winged Angel as its second martial soul, its future achievements are limitless.

But the greater the talent, the more dangerous the road ahead.

The path to becoming a god is never smooth.

“Whether it’s Xue’er or Xiao Xue…” Qian Daoliu murmured to himself, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

“Among them, one will surely inherit the divine position of the Angel God.”

His gaze fell on the holy sword in the hand of the six-winged angel statue, its blade gleaming with a sacred golden light in the sunlight.

"And by then..."

Qian Daoliu did not continue.

Sacrifice.

This is the destiny of every high priest, and the inevitable path to the final test of the angels.

In order to overcome the final hurdle of the divine trial, he must sacrifice his own life and use all his soul power as a guide to pave the way to the divine realm for the successor.

He had already accepted this fate.

But before that, he must make thorough preparations for the Spirit Hall, the Qian family, and the future of the entire continent.

Qian Daoliu turned around and said calmly to the outside of the hall, "Someone come here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared at the entrance of the hall like a ghost and knelt on one knee.

It was a guard dressed in golden armor, with a resolute face and a deep, imposing aura; he was actually a Soul Saint-level expert.

"Great Master." The guard bowed his head respectfully.

"Go to the academy and summon Florian to see me." Qian Daoliu's voice was calm and unwavering.

"Yes," the guard replied, and disappeared outside the hall in a flash.

Qian Daoliu walked slowly to the rest area on the side of the main hall and sat down on an antique mahogany chair.

He picked up the tea that had been prepared on the table, took a small sip, and gazed at the azure sky outside the hall.

Florian.

A complex emotion flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes when he thought of that name.

Six years ago, that boy awakened the Light Unicorn Martial Soul in the orphanage, possessing innate full soul power, which caused a sensation in Martial Soul City.

Pope Bibi Dong showed little interest in him, but Qian Daoliu saw limitless potential in that child.

The Light Unicorn, possessing the ultimate attributes of light and holiness, is so pure that it rivals even the six-winged angel. Such a martial spirit is practically the most perfect guardian and appendage of the Angel God's legacy.

Therefore, he made an exception and accepted Florian as his apprentice.

In recent years, he has traveled back and forth between Heaven Dou City and Spirit City, teaching Snow White while guiding Florian.

The two children have completely different personalities. Bai Xue is aloof and kind, like a lotus flower that cannot be climbed on a snow-capped mountain peak.

Florian was gentle and upright, as warm and steadfast as the sun.

But they have one thing in common: they are all true geniuses and possess the potential to become top-tier experts.

Florian is now twelve years old and has a soul power level of thirty-four.

While this speed may not be as astonishing as Bai Xue's level 43, it is still an absolute standout among her peers.

More importantly, this child is kind-hearted and upright, earning the respect and affection of many students at the Spirit Hall Academy.

“An upright person…” Qian Daoliu murmured to himself.

That is precisely why he chose Florian.

The Spirit Hall of the future needs an upright leader.

Regardless of who ultimately inherits the divine position, Qian Renxue or Snow White will ascend to the realm of gods.

So who should take charge of the Spirit Hall that remains in the human world?

Bibi Dong?

A chill ran through Qian Daoliu's eyes as he thought of the woman who now sat on the papal throne.

She never let go of the past: Qian Xunji's death, Yu Xiaogang's love, and the hatred and darkness buried deep in her heart that almost twisted her entire soul.

During the years she was in charge of the Spirit Hall, her methods became increasingly ruthless, her actions increasingly extreme, and her relationship with the Hall of Offerings became increasingly tense.

Qian Daoliu knew that Bibi Dong harbored deep hostility towards the Hall of Worship, towards him, and even towards the entire Qian family.

She will not let go of any opportunity to weaken the Hall of Offerings and seize control of the Spirit Hall's full power.

He would never allow Bibi Dong to do anything that would damage the foundation of the Spirit Hall or violate the faith of the Angel God.

“Florian…” Qian Daoliu closed his eyes, “I hope you won’t disappoint me.”

About an incense stick later, light and rhythmic footsteps could be heard outside the hall.

Qian Daoliu opened his eyes and looked at the palace gate.

A figure appeared at the doorway.

His golden hair was still as bright as the sun, his blue eyes were calm and gentle, and he was much taller than he was six years ago, already showing the uprightness of a young man.

He was wearing a white uniform from the Spirit Hall Academy, and as he stood there, he seemed to be surrounded by a holy aura.

“Teacher.” Florian entered the main hall, stopped three steps in front of Qian Daoliu, and bowed respectfully.

His manners were impeccable, his voice gentle and clear, and every movement exuded aristocratic elegance, even though he had never received any aristocratic education. This temperament seemed innate, like an imprint etched into his very bones.

"Get up." Qian Daoliu nodded slightly.

Florian straightened up and stood there quietly, waiting for the teacher to speak.

"How has your cultivation been lately?" Qian Daoliu asked.

"Teacher, my soul power has reached the peak of level thirty-four, and I will break through to level thirty-five soon," Florian replied calmly, without the slightest hint of boasting.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

At twelve years old, he had reached level thirty-five. This speed was top-tier across the entire continent. What was even more remarkable was that Florian's foundation was extremely solid; each level of his soul power was earned through steady and methodical cultivation, without relying on any pills or secret techniques to forcibly increase it.

Chapter 296 Choice

"How well have you mastered your soul skills?"

"The first soul skill, Radiant Strike, can now be cast instantly, and its penetrating power has increased by 30% compared to half a year ago."

The attack range of the second soul skill, Holy Flame Stomp, has been improved, currently increasing by 10%.

The soul power consumption of the third soul skill, Radiant Wings, has also decreased, by about ten percent.

Florian reported to Qian Daoliu in a clear and logical manner, his voice steady.

Qian Daoliu nodded.

The Light Unicorn's three soul skills combine attack, control, and mobility.

This combination of skills is suitable for any Soul Master.

"I've already had someone prepare your fourth spirit ring," Qian Daoliu suddenly said.

Florian was slightly taken aback, then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Thank you, Teacher Xie."

"No need to thank me."