Light Feather Douluo

Chapter 34 Light Feather Douluo

Before Wang Peng even started to move, he felt a powerful pressure.

Nine spirit rings emerged from Qian Daoliu's body; the first eight were all black, and the last one was red.

Eight 10,000-year spirit rings and one 100,000-year spirit ring? (Not in the original work, based on Poseidon, a self-created concept.)

Not to mention seeing it, they had never even heard of it. Not only Wang Peng, but Ye Jingqiu's eyes widened as well. Although she knew that Qian Daoliu was a level 99 Peerless Douluo, this was the first time she had seen Qian Daoliu release his soul rings.

How is that possible? How could the first spirit ring be a ten-thousand-year spirit ring? How is that possible?

At this moment, two pairs of golden wings appeared behind Qian Daoliu, and his entire body was enveloped in gold. Brilliant golden light shone behind him, making him look like a deity.

Qian Daoliu looked up at Wang Peng. His golden eyes shone brightly, and although it was a very pure power, Wang Peng felt a sense of fear throughout his body.

His body trembled violently, and a foul stench suddenly filled the training ground.

With just one glance, blood flowed from Wang Peng's eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. "Six-winged angel, you are High Priest Qian Daoliu—"

At this moment, Wang Peng was filled with regret. The person in front of him was actually the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a legendary figure. If he had known this earlier, he shouldn't have had such thoughts.

Thousand Streams is no good at all—

Wang Peng's consciousness did not last long. Gradually, his consciousness began to dissipate, and he fell heavily to the ground from the air. In just half a second, he was silent.

At the moment Wang Peng died, Qian Daoliu withdrew his martial spirit and looked at Wang Peng with a cold expression.

"I told you long ago that he couldn't use his fifth spirit ring, and this is his punishment."

Ye Jingqiu's hands trembled slightly. This was only the second time in so many years that she had seen a Soul Master die in front of her. The image of Shuang Youyou's death from many years ago resurfaced in her mind.

Qian Daoliu turned his head and his gaze fell on Ye Jingqiu. He seemed unsurprised by her fear at this moment.

"What I'm going to teach you today is that you must never be soft-hearted towards the enemy. Wild grass can never be burned out; it will grow back in the spring breeze. He was too careless just now, which is why he was no match for you."

"In the end, he is a Soul King. If it really comes down to a fight, you are no match for him. Today, I am helping you for the first and last time. After that, you will have to rely on yourself."

After speaking, Qian Daoliu slowly walked to the chair and sat down. He said calmly, "Run one hundred laps."

Ye Jingqiu lowered his head, avoiding Qian Daoliu's gaze, and began running laps around the training ground.

She couldn't bear to look at Wang Peng's corpse on the ground; the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Ye Jingqiu knew that Qian Daoliu made sense, but she was only thirteen years old. Although she was a Soul Master, she was still a young girl studying at the academy. Watching a vibrant life die before her eyes was a difficult experience for her to bear.

The scene from just now lingered in her mind, overlapping with the image of Shuang Youyou's last moments seven years ago.

Ye Jingqiu's face grew paler and paler, and her movements became faster and faster. At this moment, all she wanted was to leave the training ground as quickly as possible.

ninety.

Ninety-six.

Ninety-nine.

one hundred.

Ye Jingqiu stopped in front of Qian Daoliu. "Grand Elder, we've reached the hundredth lap."

Qian Daoliu's gaze fell on her face. She was wearing black clothes today, which made her look even more fair and delicate.

Qian Daoliu rubbed his fingers together. "Go back and think carefully about what I said today. As the next Pope of the Spirit Hall, you absolutely cannot be soft-hearted."

"Soul Master, it's not as simple as you think. If he doesn't die today, you will. They are professional assassins, and countless people have died at their hands. I don't want them to walk out of the Hall of Worship safely two years from now. Do you understand?"

Ye Jingqiu lowered his head, his lips somewhat pale. "I understand, Great Elder."

"Let's go back."

"Yes."

The stars twinkled outside the window, and Ye Jingqiu tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

If she were to actually ascend to the papacy one day, would her hands be stained with blood?

Wang Peng deserved to die, but what about Shuang Youyou?

They were clearly about the same age. She enrolled in the Spirit Hall Academy, thinking a new life was about to begin, but then she died, even though she was about to become a Great Soul Master.

How wonderful it would be if one day, Soul Masters, commoners, and nobles could live together peacefully.

In that instant, Ye Jingqiu seemed to suddenly understand the significance of her becoming Pope. Once she ascended to the papacy, she would definitely treat everyone equally.

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Three months passed quickly.

Summer passed quickly, and it had been raining and a bit chilly for the past few days, so Ye Jingqiu put on long sleeves and trousers.

Today is the day she returns to the Papal Palace, accompanied by Chunshui and Guangling Douluo.

When Ye Jingqiu saw the Light Feather Douluo, he stared in surprise. A titled Douluo should be quite old, but he looked only eighteen or nineteen.

The Light Feather Douluo shattered Ye Jingqiu's preconceived notions about Title Douluos.

Guangling crossed her arms and leaned against the door, watching Chunshui circling around and packing her things.

"Just going to the Papal Palace. Are you moving?" He then turned to Ye Jingqiu. "Hey, Holy Maiden, I heard you're level 40?"

Ye Jingqiu stopped what he was doing, looked at Guang Ling with his silver hair and handsome appearance, and nodded slightly. "That's right, but I haven't absorbed my fourth soul ring yet."

Guangling looked her up and down. "Sure, call me when you go to the Star Dou Great Forest, and I'll help you hunt soul beasts."

Ye Jingqiu was taken aback. When he turned his gaze, he met Guang Ling's teasing eyes. "Thank you, Guang Ling Douluo."

Guangling waved his hand dismissively and said, "Just call me Guangling. I'm not like those old fogies." His eyes were full of laughter.

Ye Jingqiu really wanted to cover her ears right now. She didn't dare to listen to what Guang Ling was saying. These crickets were the great elders, all of whom were powerful experts at the Title Douluo level. She couldn't afford to offend any of them.

Guangling bent down and whispered, "Holy Maiden, please don't mistake me for an old man."

Ye Jingqiu nodded heavily. "Then don't call me Saintess anymore. Just call me Qiuqiu. By the way, my name is Ye Jingqiu."

"Okay, Qiuqiu—" Guangling's voice was low, but she could sense that he meant no harm. "By the way, Chrysanthemum Pass should be in the Papal Palace, right?"

"Chrysanthemum Pass?" Ye Jingqiu was taken aback. She narrowed her eyes. Could Guang Ling be referring to Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Pass?

Guangling seemed to have guessed what Ye Jingqiu was thinking. "That's right, I'm talking about Elder Ju. You don't know him, do you? His nickname is Chrysanthemum Pass."

(End of this chapter)