In the ruins, a large number of branches began to piece together.
A Wood Spirit, over sixty meters tall, reappeared; it was the Wood Spirit Clan Leader from before, only twenty meters shorter than he was previously.
Furthermore, the energy aura emanating from his body had become that of a 60,000-Year Soul Beast, a full 20,000 years less.
It seemed that the previous attack had significantly damaged the Wood Spirit Clan Leader's strength.
Qian Renxue keenly sensed all of this, then slowly approached the Wood Spirit Clan Leader and said coldly, "Submit, or die."
The Wood Spirit Leader lowered his head helplessly and said, "Submit."
A hint of triumph appeared on Qian Renxue's lips; this was her true self, full of vigor.
When she had been contending with Zhuge Lan earlier, she had been somewhat sensitive.
She had even resorted to tattling.
Under these circumstances, she took out a slave contract and slapped it onto the Wood Spirit Leader's body.
Once the slave contract had fully entered the Wood Spirit Leader's body, Qian Renxue retracted her Martial Soul True Body.
Then she asked, "Wood Spirit Clan Leader, who is the Tree God?"
The Wood Spirit Leader's body trembled, and then he said, "I cannot speak its name, otherwise I will be found out.
It is the god here, the most powerful existence, said to be a 200,000-Year Soul Beast."
Qian Renxue's heart sank.
If it were a 100,000-Year one, she could still handle it.
But 200,000 years was a terrifying number; it was something only a peak Douluo could contend with.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up.
How wonderful it would be if she could make Zhuge Lan fight a 200,000-Year Soul Beast and then reap the benefits of their struggle.
At this moment, she flew down and landed among Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the others.
Then she said, "While conversing with the Wood Spirit Leader just now, I discovered that the master of this secret realm is a 200,000-Year Soul Beast."
After hearing this, several people's faces showed shock; clearly, they had not expected it either.
It was truly terrifying that a 200,000-Year Soul Beast would appear.
At this moment, a disciple said, "Young Mistress, then this place is too dangerous.
Shouldn't we find a way to mitigate this risk?"
Another disciple also said, "Yes, this kind of risk should be avoided."
Chrysanthemum Douluo pondered for a moment and said, "I think that makes sense, after all, this kind of risk is hard to avoid."
Qian Renxue's face showed disappointment.
When these people encountered danger, their first instinct was to run.
Danger also came with opportunity.
If she could exploit this danger, it would be a major opportunity.
Did her subordinates not have such people?
At this moment, Li Jiaqi stepped forward and said, "Young Mistress, this is an opportunity.
If we can lure Zhuge Lan to the territory of the 200,000-Year Soul Beast and then set a trap to prevent teleportation, then Zhuge Lan will be finished."
Qian Renxue's eyes lit up.
Although Li Jiaqi was usually useless, at critical moments, he could come up with some ruthless ideas.
This was a good idea, and she also realized why she hadn't killed Zhuge Lan before—it was because he had directly teleported away at a crucial moment.
Also, that time when she kidnapped Zhuge Lan's girlfriend, Su Biluo, Zhuge Lan also used teleportation to take Su Biluo away.
Then she looked at everyone and said, "Do any of you have a way to restrict Zhuge Lan's teleportation?"
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo exchanged glances.
Chrysanthemum Douluo sighed, clearly indicating he had no such method.
Ghost Douluo pondered for a long time and said, "My ninth Spirit Ability, 'Demons and Ghouls,' can restrict it, but whether it can truly restrict him, I'm not sure."
Qian Renxue began to ponder.
Ghost Douluo's method was feasible, but how to get Ghost Douluo and Zhuge Lan together was too troublesome.
So, she said, "Do you have any good ideas?"
At this moment, Li Jiaqi stepped forward and said, "Young Mistress, do you have a Spirit Ability that can restrict Zhuge Lan's teleportation?"
Qian Renxue pondered for a long time and said, "I don't have a Spirit Ability, but I have a Soul Bone Skill with strong restrictive abilities.
Why do you ask?"
Li Jiaqi said seriously, "Young Mistress, I believe it would be most effective if you were to do this, because Zhuge Lan likes the character Leng Xiaoxue..."
Qian Renxue's face turned angry, and then she shouted, "Shut up! Don't mention that again.
That kind of thing truly sickens me and makes me very uncomfortable."
After a long discussion, they still couldn't come up with a good plan, and Ghost Douluo also had no good way to infiltrate Zhuge Lan's side.
This was problematic.
At this moment, Ghost Douluo suggested, "Young Mistress, should we first find Zhuge Lan now, and then locate the 200,000-Year Soul Beast, to see if we can make the two meet?"
Qian Renxue nodded.
This suggestion was good.
Li Jiaqi's suggestion was too foolish; was she to use her beauty?
She wouldn't stoop to that level, and she was always aloof; she couldn't do such a thing.
Ghost Douluo's idea was achievable.
Then she flew up and came before the Wood Spirit Leader, saying, "Arrange for your subordinates to find the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples.
Report to me after you find them."
With that, she took out seven portraits, on which were the seven disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, with Lei Yun ranked first.
She was ninety percent certain that this Lei Yun was Zhuge Lan.
The Wood Spirit Leader looked at them and nodded.
Then it dispatched a large number of Wood Spirit to spread out in all directions.
Qian Renxue and her group waited.
...
On the Grass Spirit Grassland.
There was a Clear Sky Sect team.
Leading them was Tang San, or more accurately, Tang San disguised as Tang Fei.
These past few days, he had been miserable; this Tang Ao kept causing him trouble, and he had endured it again and again.
Next time he couldn't endure it, he would have to deal with him.
At this moment, the grass on the grassland suddenly rustled, and faint figures rapidly moved through the grass.
Tang San had encountered this many times; it was the Grass Spirit, a Soul Beast here, not strong in power but extremely fast.
Suddenly, a half-meter tall green figure leaped out from the grass, its sharp claws thrusting towards Tang San's heart.
Tang San had already sensed the Grass Spirit's presence through his Blue Silver Emperor Spirit; it was a Thousand-Year Soul Beast, not very powerful.
He held his Clear Sky Hammer and smashed it over, directly knocking it to the ground.
As he prepared to deliver the finishing blow, Tang Ao's voice sounded from behind.
"Junior Brother Tang Fei, your strength has advanced by leaps and bounds recently!
You can casually defeat a Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
However, I happen to need points, so let me handle the kill."
Tang Ao moved quickly and casually killed the still twitching Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
A cold glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.
Everyone knew that only the person who made the kill could earn points, and whenever he knocked down a Soul Beast, Tang Ao would come up and snatch the points.