Chapter 41. Qian Renxue's third soul ring
Yu Erlong looked at Bibi Dong.
Although she disliked Bibi Dong as her love rival, she could see at this moment that the reason why Bibi Dong separated from Xiaogang was closely related to the villain Qian Xunji.
She sensed his immense hatred for Qian Xunji.
Coincidentally, Yu Erlong's hatred for Qian Xunji had also reached a new level, and the two of them could be said to be a perfect match for each other.
In the God Realm, due to offending the Shura God, he was ostracized and huddled in a small dark corner, planning to escape. He once again turned his attention to the Douluo Continent.
Because he felt that an excellent Rakshasa God seedling had appeared next to his successor.
The Rakshasa God took a look through his divine eyes and thought, "Oh my god, what a good Rakshasa God seedling!"
Bibi Dong emanated a dense aura of darkness and evil. Beside her, the evil surging from the woman beside her was less intense than Bibi Dong's, but it was also thriving, and sooner or later, it would reach Bibi Dong's level. The Rakshasa God was deeply surprised by this, and after counting on his fingers, he was stunned.
This woman before him had a similar fate to his heir: they both fell in love with the same man, Xiaogang, and were then forcibly separated by Qianxunji, who then took possession of him.
The Rakshasa God smiled. Two people worthy of inheriting his throne.
Qianxunji, Qianxunji, you are truly my great benefactor.
The Rakshasa God glanced at Bibi Dong and Yu Erlong. In terms of talent, Bibi Dong was more powerful, and more capable of elevating the Rakshasa God's position to new heights. However, Bibi Dong also had a problem.
That is, no matter how much the Rakshasa God tried to persuade him, he was unwilling to harm his daughter. He hoped Bibi Dong would kill Qianxunji or Qian Daoliu and devour their souls. The Rakshasa God said he feared he would have to wait until all the flowers had wilted.
With the Shura God's pressure on him intensifying, the Rakshasa God had no time to consider cultivating a suitable successor.
He could just pick one, throw the deity away, and then run away.
With this thought in mind, the Rakshasa God formed a plan: to nurture Yu Erlong's resentment for now, while focusing on cultivating Bibi Dong. If that didn't work out, he always had Yu Erlong as a backup.
"Hehehe," the Rakshasa God's sinister laughter echoed from the Rakshasa Temple.
"Hmph." Qianxunji had anticipated Bibi Dong and Yu Erlong's conspiracy, but he ignored it, fearing they might resent him.
He headed straight for the Angel Hall.
Meanwhile, after several days of consolidation, Qian Renxue's realm had stabilized. Meanwhile, Qian Renxue, through her own means, gathered intelligence from elders like She Long and Ci Xue.
This information confirmed some of the theories she had in her dream.
Around ten years ago, a young master from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan came to the Spirit Hall to study and learn. This man, named Yu Xiaogang, later gained the favor of Saint Bibi Dong. Bibi Dong used her influence to bring Yu Xiaogang into the Spirit Hall's many off-limits archives.
Eight years ago, Yu Xiaogang left the Spirit Hall, and over a year later, Bibi Dong gave birth to Qian Renxue.
"Is this dream real?" Qian Renxue asked, speechless.
"Xue'er, do you miss your father?" Qian Xunji's voice reached Qian Renxue's ears from outside the door.
Qian Renxue raised her head and looked outside. Seeing her father's tall figure, she said, "Father, you're here."
Qian Xunji looked at Qian Renxue, who looked worried, and asked, "What are you thinking about, Xue'er?"
Qian Renxue said, "No, no."
Qian Xunji looked at Qian Renxue suspiciously, then took out a soul bead and said, "Your soul power is now consolidated. Try to absorb this soul ring. Hold on, it will condense into a soul ring that is most suitable for you and your limit."
"Yes, Dad." Qian Renxue took the soul bead and, following Qian Xunji's instructions, sat cross-legged and began to absorb it.
The soul bead formed a milky white soul ring that hovered above Qian Renxue's head.
"Xue'er can obtain a third soul ring?" A flash of light passed by Qian Xunji's side, and Qian Daoliu appeared. He was attracted by the aura of Qian Renxue's absorption of the soul ring and her breakthrough.
He stared at the milky white soul ring above Qian Renxue in shock, almost exasperated.
"You bastard, you actually let her absorb a ten-year soul ring? You're going to piss me off to death."
"Don't worry, don't worry, just watch on, old man," Qian Xunji said hurriedly, seeing Qian Daoliu about to explode.
Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and carefully examined the milky white spirit ring. It was actually changing before his eyes. It went from white to yellow, then pale yellow, and slowly progressed towards a deep yellow.
"This is a divinely bestowed spirit ring," Qian Daoliu murmured. "Could it be a gift from the Angel God?"
"Old man, I gave this spirit ring to you," Qian Xunji said, rolling his eyes at Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu remained silent, his eyes fixed on the spirit ring on Qian Renxue's head.
Slowly, it transformed into a thousand-year-old spirit ring. As the purple spirit ring appeared, Qian Xunji nodded in satisfaction and said, "It will take at least three thousand years for my granddaughter of the Qian family to absorb this spirit ring."
Three thousand years? Qian Xunji frowned, thinking, "Old man, I'm afraid I'm going to scare you later."
Just as Qian Daoliu had predicted, the spirit ring's color shifted towards purple, its age gradually approaching three thousand years. Then, undiminished, it surpassed the three thousand-year mark.
Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Renxue, who sat cross-legged, without a trace of reaching her limit.
"It seems I underestimated our Xue'er." Qian Daoliu stroked his beard and said, "If our Xue'er can obtain a five-thousand-year spirit ring for her third ring, then a ten-thousand-year spirit ring for her fourth ring shouldn't be a problem."
"A ten-thousand-year fourth ring?" Qian Daoliu's eyes lit up with enthusiasm.
"Hehe," Qian Xunji chuckled, then fell silent.
The spirit ring on Qian Renxue's head, in their eyes, exceeded Qian Daoliu's expectations: five thousand years.
Qian Daoliu glanced at Qian Renxue beneath the spirit ring, but she still hadn't reached her limit.
Qian Daoliu was stunned, breathless.
"Could it be that Xue'er's limit is the third eight-thousand-year spirit ring?"
That was right. If the third spirit ring was five thousand years old, Qian Daoliu couldn't guarantee Xue'er could reach a ten-thousand-year fourth ring. But if the third spirit ring reached eight thousand years old, the fourth spirit ring would definitely be able to absorb a ten-thousand-year spirit ring.
"Haha." Qianxunji responded to Qian Daoliu with a cold laugh.
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