Nine Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings? Don't Even Stray Dogs by the Road Have Them?

"Calm down. From your perspective, none of this has happened yet."

Su Tianxuan poured fresh cups of tea for the two angels, who were tired from fighting.

Qian Renxue was still staring fixedly at Ye Guyi, who held her teacup awkwardly, not daring to meet her eyes.

Though the two had fought fiercely just now, neither had a single injury, and even their clothes were intact.

With Su Tianxuan, a Limit Douluo who toyed with time, there, he could turn back time for you even if you died.

Qian Renxue put away the holy sword in her hand and sternly scolded her:

"You're not allowed to go to that Tang Sect again. Do you hear me?"

"I hear you."

"Louder!"

"Yes, Ancestor!"

Ye Guyi sat bolt upright, stopping just short of giving a military salute.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down:

"Good, as long as you understand. By the way, why are you still only a Soul King?"

From their exchange just now, she had noticed that although Ye Guyi looked about the same age as her, her cultivation was lower.

That was very strange. With the power of the Angel Martial Soul, it should have been impossible to still be a Soul King at eighteen.

As for Qian Renxue herself, her progress had been slow because she had gone off to pose as the crown prince and neglected her cultivation.

Ye Guyi looked down at herself in confusion.

Huh... Is that bad?

Her Innate Soul Power had only been level eight, and she also had to study Soul Tools. Reaching level fifty at eighteen was already pretty good, wasn't it?

Su Tianxuan could tell that neither of them understood the Angel Martial Soul of Douluo I, so he offered an explanation:

"After your defeat, there were no more Angel Martial Souls with innate level twenty Soul Power. There were even Angel Martial Souls with no Innate Soul Power at all.

"And the full name of today's Angel Martial Soul is Holy Angel. There are still some differences between it and your Six-Winged Angel."

He had originally thought the two Martial Souls differed only in name, but judging by their fight just now, there were indeed some fundamental differences.

Qian Renxue's light was quite pure, while Ye Guyi's was somewhat mixed.

"How could this happen?"

Qian Renxue and Ye Guyi asked in unison.

Su Tianxuan didn't hide it from them:

"After that divine war, the Angel Godhood shattered. Having lost its divine blessing, the Angel Martial Soul fell to the level of an ordinary super Martial Soul."

That was currently the most widely accepted theory among Martial Soul scholars.

Outside the sky screen, Tang Hao, who was leading the others in their escape, felt a stir in his heart when he heard this and looked down at Tang San.

In that case, once Little San becomes a god, won't he also be able to give our Clear Sky Hammer innate level twenty Soul Power?

Wouldn't that make our Clear Sky Hammer the true First Martial Soul in the future?!

At the thought, he immediately decided to take everyone back to the Clear Sky Sect.

As for his oath never to return to the sect, he would treat it like a fart and let it go.

Once the people of the Clear Sky Sect realized that the Clear Sky Hammer could have innate level twenty Soul Power in the future, they would surely protect them with their lives.

Inside the sky screen, Qian Renxue fell silent. After a long while, she solemnly apologized to Ye Guyi.

Ye Guyi leaped to her feet, looking even more flustered than when Qian Renxue had beaten her:

"No, that's not... This isn't your fault!"

Wasn't it?

Su Tianxuan's expression turned odd, but he didn't say anything more. He gave a light cough:

"Let's leave it at that. It's getting late, so let's go have a look around outside."

Qian Renxue said, "You still haven't told us your name."

"Su Tianxuan. My title is Time."

Those casually spoken words immediately shocked everyone inside and outside the sky screen.

"He's a Titled Douluo?"

"Didn't he just say he was only a few years older than them? That means he's only in his twenties!?"

"So young! You've got to be kidding."

The same discussions broke out at the same time across the Douluo Continent in two different eras.

A Titled Douluo under thirty was a genius unheard of in their era.

"Are you serious?"

Qian Renxue could hardly believe it.

Too young.

Su Tianxuan was far too young.

Nine bright red Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath his feet, their terrifying pressure making everyone tremble.

He answered their doubts with action.

Silence.

At that moment, silence was all that remained among everyone inside and outside the sky screen.

If becoming a Titled Douluo before thirty was still within their grasp, then nine Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings were completely beyond their imagination.

"No! That's impossible! That's not how Soul Rings are distributed! You should have two yellow, two purple, and two black rings first! The human body can't possibly withstand nine Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings!"

Yu Xiaogang watched the scene, his lips pale.

If this was real, what did that make his Martial Soul Theory?

He felt as if everyone in the world were looking at him and mocking him, making his face burn.

In fact, nobody cared about this stray by the roadside at all.

Just then, inspiration struck Yu Xiaogang, and he suddenly cried out in excitement:

"I know! He has Twin Martial Souls, just like Little San! This is his Second Martial Soul! That's how he can have nine Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings! My theory can't be wrong!"

Seeing the shocked expressions on the faces around him, Yu Xiaogang's lips curled upward, and he wore an arrogant look.

See that? I'm the world's greatest Martial Soul Theory Grandmaster!

What the hell do any of you know!

Unfortunately for him, Su Tianxuan's next words immediately slapped him in the face.

"Your Holiness, how... how did you do it?"

"You mean the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings? Oh, anyone with hands can do that. Getting nine is just a bit more trouble."

Su Tianxuan shrugged, looking as if he didn't care at all.

On the neighboring continent, even a stray dog by the roadside could gather nine red Soul Rings, so it was even easier for him. With the Time Blade in hand, as long as he had enough time, raising all his Soul Spirits to nine hundred and ninety thousand years would be no problem.

And where would he get the time?

Why, he would take it from others, of course.

In any case, the life spans of Soul Beasts on the Douluo Continent were filled in with someone's feet; they started at a hundred thousand years at the drop of a hat.

Eating the time of a few Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts at random would be enough for him to squander for quite a while.

What he didn't know was how hard those words critically struck the aged heart of a certain Grandmaster twenty thousand years in the past, or how loudly he wailed, until even Tang Hao couldn't stand him anymore and knocked Yu Xiaogang unconscious with a hammer.

Of course, even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared.

Su Tianxuan brought the two utterly shocked angels to his garage.

A white sports car was parked there, looking as though it hadn't been used in a long time.

"Your Holiness, what is this?"

Ye Guyi barely managed to recover her senses. Looking at the object, which seemed a little like a Soul Tool, she asked in confusion.

"A soul car, a type of Soul Tool used for transportation. Just think of it as a more advanced carriage.

"I'll get you communicators later, so you won't have to keep asking."

There were too many new things from the past ten thousand years. Su Tianxuan was a lazy man and had no interest in teaching them one thing at a time.

He got them into the car and fastened their seat belts for them.

Ever since he had discovered he could travel faster than a car, he had hardly driven. Since he was taking passengers on the road for once, he had to be careful.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Spirit Hall," Qian Renxue said firmly.

"Even its ashes have been scattered, so forget it. I can take you to see the old site of Spirit City, though."

"All right."

"And you?" Su Tianxuan looked at Ye Guyi, who seemed torn.

"...Mingdu and Shrek?"

"Sure. Let's look around Mingdu first. Let me see... Oh, a friend has arrived. Then let's go to the Blacksmith Association first."

"The Blacksmith Association?"

"They're metalworkers. Today's Soul Tools have very high requirements for forged metal, so the Blacksmith Association holds a high position too. The number one blacksmith of today, the Federation's Divine Craftsman, has arrived. I'll take you to see him and fleece him a little while we're at it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sports car sped off into the distance like a streaking meteor.

The era of Douluo I.

Hearing the word "blacksmith," the Divine Craftsman Lou Gao couldn't help raising his head, his eyes full of anticipation.

What innovations will blacksmithing see in the future?

Tang Hao, also a Divine Craftsman, smiled disdainfully.

What sort of trash is the Blacksmith Association? Can it compare to our Clear Sky Sect?

Since it isn't called the Clear Sky Association, it can only deserve second place. That's true now, and it will surely still be true twenty thousand years from now.