Chapter 8: Comparable to a god?! Even gods can be slaughtered!
The fallen leaves in the bamboo forest were swept up by this wave of air and then fluttered down again.
The pure white spirit ring, at the very last moment before completely merging into her body, shone brightly, ultimately condensing beneath her into a deep and eerie light—
Red halo!
One hundred thousand years!
As Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes, a dazzling golden light flashed and disappeared from her beautiful purple eyes.
She could clearly feel that her body, soul power, and even mental power had undergone a complete transformation.
She succeeded.
She is now a Soul Saint!
The girl slowly stood up.
A mountain breeze swept by, causing her white, fitted outfit to cling tightly to her body, outlining a more breathtaking silhouette than it had been months ago.
Her figure grew even taller, and her already straight and slender legs appeared even more toned and powerful. Standing gracefully, she possessed an astonishing charm that blended the sacred and the alluring.
Sweat soaked her temples and slid down her smooth cheeks, adding a touch of allure to her stunning face that was rarely seen on ordinary days.
"Thank you, Master!"
Instead of immediately sensing her surging power, Qian Renxue turned around and bowed deeply in respect towards Qian Daobai.
"Without my master's rebirth, I would never have been able to ascend to the level of a Soul Saint at level seventy!"
Her voice trembled slightly with the shock of surviving a disaster, but more than that, it was filled with barely concealed excitement and heartfelt gratitude.
Over the past few months, my master may have seemed strict, but in reality, he has been very caring towards me in every detail.
From personally instructing him on sword techniques and movement skills, to patiently guiding him through cultivation bottlenecks, and now, he is willing to expend his own cultivation to condense this heaven-defying divinely bestowed soul ring for himself.
This kindness is as heavy as Mount Tai.
Qian Renxue knew very well that although her master didn't say it, he had already regarded her as his true successor.
...
In the shadows of the distant bamboo forest.
The Serpent Spear Douluo and the Porcupine Douluo witnessed everything, and their expressions were filled with indescribable horror.
They watched helplessly as Qian Daobai casually drew upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth with a single sword stroke, creating a soul ring out of thin air.
They watched helplessly as the young master absorbed the spirit ring and soared to over level 70!
"Old... Old She..."
The voice of the Porcupine Douluo was a little dry, and he swallowed hard.
"Did I see that right? He... he used sword intent to create a 100,000-year soul ring?"
Serpent Spear Douluo did not answer; his gaze was fixed on Qian Daobai's back, which stood with his hands behind his back.
After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly, his voice low and deep.
"It's more than 100,000 years."
"Have you ever seen any family with a 100,000-year spirit ring that can allow someone to break through so many levels in a row?"
"Such methods are beyond the comprehension of us Soul Masters. Using sword intent to condense a Soul Ring... this person's strength is probably already at the divine level."
The Porcupine Douluo gasped.
"Then...doesn't that mean that there is no one on this continent who can rival him?"
"Perhaps."
There was even a hint of relief in Serpent Spear Douluo's tone.
"Fortunately, he is now the young master's master, so he can be considered a huge backer for my Spirit Hall."
"From now on, we must be even more respectful in our actions."
Upon hearing this, the Porcupine Douluo nodded in deep agreement.
...
In front of the bluestone.
Qian Daobai looked at Qian Renxue's excited appearance and just smiled faintly.
"Get up."
"Now that you've become a Soul Saint, go and familiarize yourself with your increased power and new Soul Skills."
"Go."
He waved his hand, indicating that she was free to move around.
Qian Renxue respectfully replied "Yes," then turned and walked into the depths of the bamboo forest, beginning to try to control her newfound power.
Qian Daobai turned around and slowly walked back to his simple bamboo house.
As soon as he entered the room, a voice that only he could hear rang in his mind.
[bite--]
[Congratulations, host! You have achieved the "Personally Instructed Soul Ring" achievement. You are rewarded with the special sword technique "Reversal of Heaven and Earth Sword" and the special weapon "Heaven and Earth Bow".]
Qian Daobai's heart stirred.
He extended his right hand, a thought flashing through his mind.
"The Sword of Reversing Heaven and Earth"
A profound flow of information instantly flooded into his mind, and he grasped all the subtle variations of this sword technique in an instant.
He pointed his fingers like a sword and casually thrust them forward.
This thrust, seemingly ordinary, was as fast as lightning, its sharpness penetrating straight through.
However, just as his sword was about to touch the bamboo wall in front of him, he flipped his wrist.
That relentless and fierce offensive vanished in an instant, transforming into a flawless defensive stance, as if an invisible barrier had been erected in front of him.
The transition between offense and defense happens in an instant, without any hesitation, and is completely natural.
"interesting."
Qian Daobai felt the wonder of this swordsmanship and a look of approval appeared on his face.
"Offense can be defense, and defense can be offense; by combining offense and defense, a lot of effort is saved."
He withdrew his sword finger and his gaze fell once again on the ancient longbow that was quietly floating in the system space.
"The Qiankun Bow..."
He muttered to himself, and with a wave of his hand, a longbow, entirely black and made of some kind of divine wood, appeared in his hand.
Holding the bow in your hand, you feel a warm yet profound texture.
It is not pure black.
Upon closer inspection, the bow arm is covered with countless fine and intricate golden patterns, perfectly natural, which, in the dim light of the bamboo house, swirl like a river of stars, faintly exuding an ancient and majestic aura.
This is the Qiankun Bow.
Qian Daobai gripped the bow with his well-defined fingers, while infusing his other hand with a wisp of soul power.
Buzz—
A soft chirp.
The originally dim golden patterns on the bow arm suddenly lit up the moment the soul power touched them, and the dazzling golden light flowed across the entire bow, illuminating his handsome face in a magnificent way.
He did not take the arrow.
He simply and slowly placed his hand on the seemingly ordinary bowstring.
With a slight movement of the fingertips, the string is drawn as full as a full moon.
A golden arrow, formed purely from sword energy, appeared out of thin air on the bowstring. The sharpness of the arrow tip flickered erratically, tearing through the surrounding air and emitting a faint hiss.
Qian Daobai's gaze, through the window of the bamboo house, landed on a stubborn rock several meters high on the mountainside in the distance.
That place is several miles away from the bamboo house.
let go.
The golden sword-like arrow vanished silently from its spot.
The next moment.
Several miles away on the mountainside, a huge, stubborn rock suddenly had a hole the size of a pinhead in its center.
Immediately afterwards, countless cracks spread like a spider web across the entire stone body, centered on the hole.
(End of chapter)