Douluo Continent: Starting with a Tom Cat

Qian Renxue sped along the way, and with all her might, she arrived at the Spirit Hall on the third day.

The Spirit Hall, the Papal Palace.

The entire ceremonial hall seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

There were only three people in the hall: Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, and the corpse on the ground.

Qian Renxue stood more than ten meters away from Bibi Dong, their eyes meeting each other's intimidating gaze.

Even the all-powerful Pope couldn't suppress Qian Renxue's imposing presence for a moment.

Bibi Dong's gaze was complicated. She said, "What do you mean by this? The great cause of usurping the country cannot be lost."

"Hmph, you still dare to ask me if you sent people to kill Shen An. Don't you know he's someone I'm trying to recruit, my sister—!"

When she uttered the words "sister," Qian Renxue's face was filled with mockery.

"Sister? Okay, you can call me that from now on." Bibi Dong slammed her scepter heavily on the ground, and a substantial pressure emanating from her spread outwards.

Qian Renxue staggered back several steps, her eyes flashing with utter astonishment. Just how far had this madwoman's cultivation reached?

“Shen An has too much potential. You said you would recruit him, but I don’t see any intention of him joining us. For the Spirit Hall, talents that cannot be recruited are enemies. I think I did the right thing.”

Bibi Dong said coldly.

"From now on, don't lay a hand on him again. Remember, the Spirit Hall is not only yours, but also mine. Don't force me to take over the Douluo Hall and the Elder Hall. You know I have the ability to do so."

"What did you say? You want to fight me for an outsider!" Bibi Dong said coldly.

"I'm not going to fight you for these things. They already belong to me. Remember, don't go after Shen An again."

Qian Renxue stared directly at Bibi Dong without flinching, her phoenix eyes exuding authority and power.

Bibi Dong's expression was uncertain. She hadn't expected that Qian Renxue would be willing to do this for Shen An, who had only met her a few times.

'We can't afford to fall out with her now. With Qian Daoliu around, what she said isn't empty talk. I'll wait until my cultivation advances further, and until my plan to usurp the throne succeeds.'

"Okay, I promise you. Go ahead and carry out your plan to usurp the country. I will make sure the Spirit Hall doesn't target Shen An again."

"He's really important to you, my dear daughter."

Bibi Dong looked at Qian Renxue with a cold gaze and spoke slowly.

Chapter 169 It's unreasonable for such a big bump to grow on one's head.

"Ha, Your Holiness, this is none of your business. Mind your own Spirit Hall."

Qian Renxue glanced coldly at Bibi Dong, then walked out without looking back, the door to the council hall slamming shut behind her.

Bibi Dong quietly approached the corpse of the Black-Clad Soul Saint and carefully examined it. The bloody and mangled scene did not move her expression in the slightest.

“Interesting. On this corpse, I only sensed a sword wound, and a strange smell of gunpowder. As for the divine soul power of the six-winged angel, I didn’t sense it at all.”

Bibi Dong pondered quietly. No wonder the mistake she saw valued Shen An so much. Even with the help of external objects, the fact that he could kill a Soul Saint with the body of a Soul Venerable was enough to shock everyone.

"Someone, go and investigate Shen An's movements." Bibi Dong's voice carried out from outside the hall.

Qian Renxue walked straight into the Elder Hall.

This is the largest building in the Papal Palace, representing the most powerful force within the entire Spirit Hall.

When Qian Renxue walked in, the pores on her body suddenly contracted, and her gaze naturally fell on a huge six-winged angel sculpture made of pure gold, standing ten meters tall.

In front of the sculpture, a person stands quietly, yet inexplicably gives one the feeling of wanting to worship.

“Grandpa,” Qian Renxue called softly.

The man in gray turned around. He looked to be only in his thirties or forties, with handsome features and a very pleasant appearance.

"That person must be very important to have risked their life to bring you back, right?" He gently stroked Qian Renxue's blond hair.

After hesitating for a moment, Qian Renxue nodded: "Grandpa, his talent is the highest I have ever seen. With his help in the future, even if I am not in the Spirit Hall for a long time, I may still be able to compete with Bibi Dong."

In Qian Renxue's eyes, although her grandfather was upright and moral, he never used his strength to bully the weak and was an extremely perfect strongman.

However, there is one difference: he highly values ​​the glory of the angel family, believing that the angel family represents God's honor.

Qian Renxue is the most talented person on the continent, and should focus her energy on becoming a god and on great undertakings, rather than being distracted by worldly emotions.

This is also why she didn't dare to tell the truth, and didn't dare to say that Shen An was her only friend. She was afraid that her grandfather would not approve of her actions.

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly: "Remember, you are the most talented person in the entire continent. These people are just helpers on your path to godhood. You don't need to care about them so much in the future."

Qian Renxue lowered her eyes, her gaze darkening. Sure enough, what she said was not right.

"You can rest assured that I am here for the Spirit Hall. However, compared to the so-called plan to usurp the country, I hope you can focus on your cultivation. This is a world where the strong prey on the weak, and power is far more important than status."

Qian Renxue responded and said, "Yes, Grandpa. I will always keep your teachings in mind and will never forget the matter of cultivation."

"The plan to usurp the country has already been executed. Give me a few more years, and I will surely succeed in taking control of the Heaven Dou Empire. I will openly and fairly take back the Spirit Hall from her and restore glory to our Angel Family."

Qian Daoliu gently stroked Qian Renxue's golden hair, believing that his granddaughter would lead the Angel Family to new heights.

However, the person named Shen An was definitely not someone Qian Renxue claimed was only interested in using. He was an old and shrewd man; what could Qian Daoliu not see through?

'Looks like it's time for these old bones of mine to get some exercise, and maybe I can see what kind of person has impressed my granddaughter.'

A few days later, outside Shen An's courtyard.

Shen An and Zhu Zhuqing's figures kept clashing. Shen An had already replaced the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass with a wooden sword, otherwise he was really afraid that he would accidentally hurt Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing really wanted to improve. Since her martial soul evolved, few people in the Soul Arena could put pressure on her.

Then Zhu Zhuqing suddenly realized that if she wanted to improve, she should learn from the strongest person, and that person was none other than Shen An.

Again, we can exclude Tom and Jerry; they don't count as people.

While the two were locked in fierce combat, Tom and Jerry were idly building a house with gold coins, and countless gold coins were used to build a three-bedroom, one-living-room house.

Tom sighed happily. He was so rich, and Shen An treated him so well that he was getting a little uncomfortable lying there all the time.

Jerry saw through Tom's thoughts and nodded in agreement. It's no exaggeration to say that this cat knows what the other person is thinking just by sticking its butt out; otherwise, how come it hasn't been caught all these years?

They know this silly little cat inside and out.

However, soon, to alleviate Tom's distress caused by giving up, Jerry quietly came to Tom's side, aimed at Tom's butt, and kicked him hard upwards, sending him flying high into the air.

The two chased and fought each other all the way, throwing plates, wrenches, frying pans, books, and countless other odds and ends around.

Shen An felt increasingly uneasy as he fought. Why were all sorts of random things coming at him, and why were they all aimed at his head?

Shen An felt extremely exhausted. He had to deal with Zhu Zhuqing's agile and sharp attacks, and also take the time to knock away the debris that was inexplicably only hitting him.

Zhu Zhuqing knew that there was a big gap between herself and Shen An, so she naturally wouldn't be polite when she saw Shen An distracted.

Her figure moved faster and faster, and with the aid of her teleportation skill, she was like raindrops falling from the sky, penetrating everywhere.

"boom!"

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't Zhu Zhuqing. Zhu Zhuqing doesn't have the ability to hurt Shen An. It was Tom who threw the shot put.

Zhu Zhuqing immediately stopped, and burst out laughing as she looked at the red envelope that was sticking up high on Shen An's head.

"Tom!"

Shen An shouted and ran over to grab Tom by the scruff of his neck, which is a vital spot for all cats.

Tom, as if he had lost all ability to resist, blinked at Shen An with an embarrassed expression.

Shen An pointed to the bump on his head, and Tom immediately understood. He thoughtfully reached out and pressed it down, and the bump disappeared instantly, only to reappear in another spot.

Tom was startled at first, but then smiled nonchalantly and used the Meow Meow Hammer in his hand to knock the bump on Shen An's head again.

"Boom boom boom!"

The red envelope disappeared again, then suddenly reappeared.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Seeing Tom's behavior, Shen An was afraid that the cat would hit him hard with the cat hammer in its hand. He didn't want to use his head to challenge Tom's arm strength.

"You and Jerry can share some, or I'll give all the snacks you've hidden to Jerry," Shen An said, feigning a threat.

Tom was startled. Giving all his snacks to Jerry? That would be killing Jerry!

Tom nodded obediently and raised his little hand, indicating that he would definitely be a good cat.

Shen An was finally relieved, but when he took out a mirror and saw the big red and swollen bump on his head, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Am I really going to gradually turn into Tom's appearance?

What does this have to do with? Is it my cultivation level, or will the longer I stay with Tom, the greater the influence I will be?

Chapter 170 I really envy people who can work hard (revised)

At Shrek Academy, Tang San awoke from his meditation once more, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.

My soul power is always being lost, and sometimes the fluctuations are particularly large. Even with the Xuan Tian Gong's continuous nature, it can't sustain this kind of consumption. How the hell am I supposed to cultivate like this?

Moreover, whenever Tang San thought about how his hammer might be used by that cat to smash cucumbers, crack walnuts, or hammer nails, his anger would burn fiercely.

'Shen An, and that dead cat, I will tear you to pieces, eat your flesh, and drink your blood one day.'

He was filled with impotent rage and indulged in his beautiful fantasies about the future.

Yu Xiaogang outside the house looked much more haggard. In just over ten days, Tang San's cultivation had only managed to maintain its current level. If he could improve even a little bit each day, it would be like winning the lottery.

For a genius, every minute and every second is extremely important. He was counting on Tang San to shine in the Advanced Soul Master Competition, otherwise how could he prove the correctness of his theory?

Tang San walked out of the house, his voice slightly low, and said, "Teacher, when will I be able to get my hammer back?"

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.

After all, he couldn't very well tell his disciple, "Your master is a good-for-nothing, and getting the hammer back is up to your father."

Tang San glanced at Yu Xiaogang with a sense of frustration. Oh well, he couldn't count on this guy.

At this moment, a burly black figure quietly appeared and said in a deep voice, "Little San, what happened? Why is your soul power constantly decreasing?"

Tang San looked over in surprise. His father had arrived; there was finally hope.

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After the competition, Zhu Zhuqing meditated and cultivated her soul power, demonstrating just how terrifying a woman with perfect self-discipline can be.

Even Ning Rongrong, who had been slacking off, was spurred on and began cultivating much more diligently than before.

Shen An's eyes revealed a look of envy.

I really envy those who can work hard on their own, unlike me, who is trapped by the system and can only study my own moves and the use of soul power at most.

In fact, the system did not restrict Shen An's methods of obtaining soul rings, and Shen An could have easily hunted and killed other soul beasts.

But Shen An, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, definitely wants to maximize all his attributes.

Who wouldn't want to be a numerical monster? But in this situation, the only option is the Soul Rings given by the system.

And all of this comes down to fame.

Shen An had a slight headache; fame points were extremely difficult to obtain, and he was currently 1.5 million points short of exchanging for his fourth soul ring.

I wonder when the aristocratic feast will start. I'll take Tom and Jerry there to show off their skills then. Shen An thought to himself.

In fact, Shen An's soul power had already increased quite dramatically, reaching level 40 in less than half a year. Logically speaking, he didn't need to be in such a hurry.

With the Titan Giant Ape of the Star Dou Great Forest waiting for him to deal with in the distance, and the people of the Spirit Hall eyeing him covetously nearby, Shen An naturally wanted to gain as much fame as possible to give himself a sense of security.

In his past life, money was a man's source of confidence; in the present, fame is Shen An's source of confidence.

It's a pity the Great Soul Arena won't let me in to compete, otherwise I could have earned more fame points. Shen An thought to himself, bored.

Wait, they won't let me fight using Soul, but I can fight while hiding my identity. The source of the reputation judgment is me as a person, not my name. Although there may be some overlap, it can still expand the source.

However, the methods used by the Great Soul Arena to test soul power level and martial soul need to be guarded against.

This kind of testing is necessary; otherwise, if someone were to exploit it and repeatedly exploit the bug with an invincible Soul Master of the same level, the Great Soul Arena would suffer a huge loss.

Shen An was pondering how to solve this problem when he glanced at Tom beside him out of the corner of his eye.

Very good, when faced with a problem that can't be solved, Tom should step in.

"Tom, the organization has assigned you an important task. Are you confident you can complete it?"

Shen An asked the question with little confidence, after all, what he had proposed was a bit outrageous.