Qian Renxue's Tool-Using Underlings

With their own thoughts on their own, the two entered the Pope's Palace Council Hall one after the other. Su Cheng looked at Bibi Dong, who was standing in front of him with her back to him, with a slightly scrutinizing gaze.

He didn't mention the recent events again, but instead asked thoughtfully, "Your His Holiness the Pope, have you tried to practice the two volumes of 'Innate Skill' that I previously taught to the Spirit Hall's Soul Master?"

"..." Bibi Dong was silent for a moment, then turned around and calmly shook her head. "No."

Su Cheng was somewhat surprised to hear this. "Why not give it a try? The Titled Douluo in the Elder Hall have all started cultivating now."

That's what he said, but deep down he didn't really believe it.

Regardless of the extent to which those experiences in the Simulated World would affect Bibi Dong, whether she would remember a large number of fragments or, like Lorelai, only have a few impressions and know that such a vague character exists.

But some knowledge and insights will always change, and you'll be able to see something from them.

Of course, if Bibi Dong remembered more, she would certainly understand what this technique meant to her.

The danger of the Rakshasa God Test lies in the erosion of the Soul Master's spiritual world by its intense malice.

Bibi Dong could definitely understand that her Innate Skill greatly helped her soul's foundation and could significantly alleviate the pressure brought by the Rakshasa God Test.

Moreover, if she had never practiced the Innate Skill, her emotions should not be so calm now.

Apart from what just happened, during the six months he was in Spirit City, he had hardly seen Bibi Dong show any signs of losing control, let alone calmly discussing Qian Renxue with him on multiple occasions.

"No." Bibi Dong seemed to sense the doubt in his words and shook her head again firmly.

He then explained in a deep voice, "With your knowledge, you should have already figured it out, right? I have another inheritance within me."

Su Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, but he did not speak immediately, waiting for her to continue.

"I told you before that Qian Renxue has the opportunity to inherit the Angel God Inheritance from the Spirit Hall."

"And I also possess a Godhood Inheritance, called Rakshasa."

"With the inheritance I possess, why should I abandon what is near and seek other cultivation paths?"

"Moreover, this matter concerns the gods and is of utmost importance. I'm afraid I have no other chance."

"..." Su Cheng did not expect that Bibi Dong would speak so frankly about such a secret.

"This is something you shouldn't casually reveal, right?" he asked hesitantly.

"That's right." Bibi Dong nodded slightly and said frankly without any hesitation, "The Rakshasa God is Evil Thought God, and is naturally opposed to the Angel God. Given my identity and position, it is not appropriate for me to make this public."

"But for you, this probably doesn't mean much. After all, you've been doing everything you can to stop Qian Renxue from inheriting the Angel God, haven't you? You wouldn't harm her, would you?"

"So, you want me to help you complete the divine test?" Su Cheng raised an eyebrow. "I'm just a mere mortal Soul Master. Aren't you overestimating me? Besides, Your His Holiness the Pope, the divine position you inherited doesn't sound very friendly."

"The divine test is nothing to me," Bibi Dong shook her head nonchalantly. "It's just that I'm already deeply mired in this mess, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get out. I'm telling you this only because I have a sliver of hope."

After she finished speaking, a hint of bitterness and vulnerability appeared on her face.

Su Cheng didn't pay much attention to her change in expression; he simply pondered for a moment and said softly, "May I take a look at your Martial Soul?"

"Certainly."

As Bibi Dong spoke, a deep purple aura emerged from her body, revealing the enormous and hideous Death Spider Emperor behind her.

At the same time, nine Soul Ring hovered silently around her feet.

Looking at the man and the spider before him, a faint light appeared on the vertical lines between Su Cheng's brows.

Under True Vision, the enormous Death Spider Emperor was brazenly displaying its powerful aura.

In addition, there were faint traces of divine power hidden within.

Unlike the vast and boundless Sea God Divine Power, this subtle fluctuation of divine power contained an extremely strong evil and malice.

"How could this be? They really haven't practiced at all?"

This unexpected situation made him frown slightly.

Moreover, the familiar fluctuations I had felt many times before did not originate from the Martial Soul before me.

"Your His Holiness the Pope, I remember you mentioned before that you possess Twin Martial Souls, right?"

"That's right." Bibi Dong nodded.

The next moment, the Death Spider Emperor retracted into its body, replaced by a dark green Soul Devouring Spider Emperor, whose Soul Ring Configuration also changed to an even more astonishing seven Soul Rings: five black and two red.

Unlike the ugly and bloated Death Spider Emperor, Bibi Dong's Soul Devouring Spider Emperor, while also looking extremely ferocious, exudes a strange and grotesque beauty.

But Su Cheng was clearly not concerned with these things at this moment.

To his surprise, the other party really showed no trace of having deeply cultivated the Innate Skill.

As the creator of the cultivation technique, he certainly wouldn't misjudge whether the other party had mastered the basics.

The other party is different from Qian Renxue; they cannot manifest their soul externally, so he cannot see through things at the soul level yet.

However, in True Vision, the flow of Soul Power after the opponent reveals their Martial Soul is quite obvious.

The core of the Innate Skill Second Scroll lies in using Soul Power to nourish the physical body and soul.

Bibi Dong indeed did not utilize her Soul Power in this aspect.

Besides this, he also couldn't find the source of that familiar fluctuation.

Suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Su Cheng said calmly, "Your His Holiness the Pope, I suggest you cultivate the Innate Skill. The malice in your Second Martial Soul has become so strong that it is eroding your very nature. If left unchecked, you may become a completely different person in the future."

As he spoke, he was also constantly thinking.

As expected, Bibi Dong is currently unable to master the Innate Power.

That wisp of Rakshasa Divine Power clung to her Martial Soul like a maggot clinging to a bone.

But this scene in True Vision is merely a facade.

Even if Martial Soul is tainted by divine power, it is not the most serious problem.

The two Martial Soul that appeared in the field of vision contained identical divine power fluctuations.

This means that the true abode of that Rakshasa Divine Power is actually the other party's soul.

Su Cheng couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking to himself that this was a troublesome situation.

The more people who can master Innate Power, the greater the benefit to him, and the more Source Power he can possess.

For this purpose, he naturally hopes that more people can master it.

We should also encourage the elders of the Spirit Hall to give it a try.

But it's unclear when those people will truly gain control.

The fusion of Innate Power is not something that can be easily achieved simply by Soul Power; the most crucial point lies in the foundation and balance.

Take Dugu Bo as an example.

Even though he has now advanced to the Peak Douluo with the help of Immortal Herb, he still finds it difficult to master the wonders of Innate Power in a short period of time.

The reason is that his physical strength is too weak.

Although he used the Immortal Herb, the snake venom from the past had severely damaged his foundation.

Currently, Bibi Dong is the person with the best chance of mastering this power as soon as possible.

Secondly, there is Zhu Zhuqing, whose foundation he greatly enhanced, as well as Chen Xin, who has an outstanding temperament, and Ah Yin, who has been reborn with exceptional advantages.

However, the existence of Rakshasa Divine Power is undoubtedly a huge stumbling block.

After thinking for a moment, Su Cheng looked at Bibi Dong and asked, "Where did you Godhood Inheritance you mentioned?"

"The Slaughter City".

"Okay." Su Cheng nodded. "Let's go to the Slaughter City a month from now. I want to see it for myself."

"Just to witness the Godhood Inheritance?" Bibi Dong's expression was slightly strange.

"Of course not, there's also Zhu Zhuqing." Su Cheng didn't hide anything and said casually, "The time was almost up anyway, and I didn't plan to let her go to the Hell Road."

He then continued, "Within this month, you must master both volumes of the Innate Skill. Don't worry, I will stay in the Pope's Palace during this time to help you cultivate quickly."

After saying that, he left the Council Hall.

After he left, Bibi Dong stared at the gate for a long time, her facial features softening gradually, her eyes looking somewhat dazed.

In fact, she had never practiced the Innate Skill.

After my consciousness returned to reality, I only briefly tried it as a form of verification.

When Su Cheng revealed the cultivation technique to the public, she did not touch it at all.

In her heart, this cultivation technique belonged to Su Cheng.

Especially since Bibi Dong had never found a truly suitable balance in dealing with her relationship with Su Cheng, she naturally hesitated and dared not easily reveal this technique.

She didn't believe that the other party wouldn't be able to tell after she had cultivated.

In addition, Su Cheng had previously promised to help her resolve the hidden danger of her suppressed power in the future, so there was no rush.

Bibi Dong was well aware of the effects of this technique.

Moreover, what she possessed was not the incomplete version that Su Cheng taught to the Spirit Hall members, but the complete three volumes of the Innate Skill, which included the purification of bloodlines and the condensation of Innate Power.

For her, even if she were to cultivate this technique, its greatest significance would be just as Su Cheng had thought: to strengthen the foundation of her soul.

But the starlight within his soul was constantly purifying and alleviating the pressure from the Rakshasa God Test, something Su Cheng was unaware of.

Other benefits, such as strengthening her physical body, are limited by her already full Soul Bone and Innate Skill presence of External Soul Bone. As for Soul Power cultivation, if not for the limitations of the Rakshasa God Test, she would have already become a level 99 Peerless Douluo, with no further advancement possible, making it largely meaningless.

The method of fusing Innate Power, which exists in the third volume, is currently out of reach for her, and she has no chance to master it.

Because there is something wrong with her soul.

The greatest requirement for mastering Innate Power is a pure foundation.

Not to mention her soul itself, which was tainted by malice.

Even the Rakshasa God Test has reached its later stages and can draw upon some Rakshasa Power. Under such circumstances, how can the foundation be pure?

The next day, before Su Cheng could even arrive, Hu Liena took the initiative to approach Bibi Dong.

"Na Na, what brings you here? What's up?"

Looking at her personal disciple in front of her, Bibi Dong's expression softened.

She hadn't seen her apprentice, whom she treated like her own daughter, for quite some time.

In the past six months, the younger generation of the Spirit Hall, who have gradually mastered the cultivation method of the Innate Skill, have begun practical trials.

Their trial grounds were located in Death Canyon, which was under the jurisdiction of the Spirit Hall.

That place is fraught with danger, and powerful Soul Beast abound, making it an excellent training ground for young Soul Master.

"Teacher, I want to go to the Slaughter City for training." At this moment, Hu Liena's gaze towards Bibi Dong was devoid of any seductive charm, filled only with unparalleled firmness.

"Why did you suddenly decide to go there?" Bibi Dong was taken aback. "Na Na, you're already outstanding. The Slaughter City extremely dangerous. Choosing to train there, even for you, could very well mean you don't come back."

Hu Liena knew that the Slaughter City existed.

As Bibi Dong's personally taught disciple, whom she regarded as a daughter, there were many things that Bibi Dong did not hide from her.

"Please grant my request, teacher." Hu Liena didn't say much, but simply knelt on one knee and pleaded in a deep voice.

What echoed in her ears at that moment were the words that Qian Renxue had once said to her.

Their so-called Spirit Hall Golden Generation may seem to have outstanding talent, but in reality, they have not undergone enough training and their potential has not been fully realized.

Indeed, given the current strength of the Spirit Hall, the strength of a mere young Soul King is utterly insignificant.

However, she herself did not want to disappoint Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue.

"Are you really sure?" Bibi Dong looked down at Hu Liena, who was kneeling in front of her.

Hu Liena nodded firmly. "Teacher, I've thought it through."

Bibi Dong sighed softly, her expression softening considerably. "Actually, you don't need to push yourself so hard. Wouldn't it be better to cultivate in Death Canyon like Xie Yue and Yan?"

Hu Liena hesitated for a moment upon hearing this, then gritted her teeth and lowered her head, saying, "It's not just me, my brothers also want to go to the Slaughter City."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's eyes paused slightly, then she slowly frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

The existence of the Slaughter City is a confidential intelligence known only to high-ranking elders of the Spirit Hall or to second-generation members of the Spirit Hall with outstanding family backgrounds.

Although Xie Yue and Yan are exceptionally talented, ranking among the top young disciples of this generation.

But they were all orphans and had no way of getting information.

Given Su Cheng's personality, he would definitely be too lazy to talk about such trivial matters that have nothing to do with him, so it's highly likely that they heard it from Hu Liena.

But...

Bibi Dong looked down at her disciple, whose face was now pale, and shook her head secretly.

How could that child have the guts?

A thought struck her, and her eyes narrowed slightly. "Did Qian Renxue say something to you?"

The Slaughter City.

Sitting cross-legged in her small house, Zhu Zhuqing felt waves of icy coldness emanating from her entire body.

A powerful killing intent constantly swirled around her body, attempting to influence her mind.

In this dark world, in this place filled with bloodshed and depravity, she not only has to win battle after battle, but she also has to survive to get out of here.

Three days after entering the Slaughter City, Zhu Zhuqing had already killed more than 100 Fallen Ones.

At that time, she only participated in two Hell Slaughter Arena matches.

The rule of the Hell Slaughter Arena is that the opponents you are matched with in each battle must have a difference of at least five wins between them.

So in the following period, as she participated in more and more matches, the opponents she encountered became stronger and stronger.

Of course, she won all of them.

Because in this place, losing means death.

For the next year, she endured constant external pressure and internal trials, honing her combat skills and willpower.

In this process, one gradually uncovers the desire for killing and battle originating from one's Martial Soul, and feels the rhythm of the winds of freedom...

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly opened her eyes, a dark red, bloodthirsty light flashing in them.

"... Zhu Zhuqing, when you get there, don't get caught up in the thrill of slaughtering the weak, but don't reject killing either. Stay true to yourself and enjoy the battle."

"The Hell White Tiger was born for battle. In the Slaughter City, there is no need to consider good and evil, right and wrong. What you need to pay most attention to is to firmly uphold your own principles."

"In that place, the level of Soul Power is not the decisive factor. So you don't need to fear anyone; you possess a fighting talent with a determination far exceeding that of ordinary people."

"Don't force me to have things like 100 Victories. Before you go to Hell Road, I will personally go to the Slaughter City to pick you up..."

Su Cheng's parting words echoed in Zhu Zhuqing's ears, softening her expression slightly, yet a hint of weakness still lingered in her eyes.

"Su Cheng ..."

She felt she was about to give up.

She has tried her best to find her true self in the killing and temper her will in battle, just as Su Cheng had said.

Even so, the pervasive stench of blood continued to taint her body and mind, urging her to madness and tempting her to fall.

The murderous aura in this place is not pure.

Unlike the unwavering fighting spirit of the Netherworld White Tiger Martial Soul, which is inherently capable of breaking through cages and piercing through everything.

The Killing Intent here was more of a disregard for life; the impurities and malice it contained made her want to vomit.

At this moment, a faint fishy smell emanated from the wisps of wind swirling around her.

"Call..."

Exhaling a long breath, Zhu Zhuqing rallied her spirits and stood up.

Next, she has to prepare for the next battle...

In the Slaughter City, the cold and bloody air that permeates the air is suffocating.

Ten people slowly entered the Hell Slaughter Arena.

Zhu Zhuqing was in the second-to-last position, but she became the focus of attention for the other nine people.

This was not because she was the only female participant among them, nor because she had a hot figure and stunning looks.

It was not because of her terrifying record.

Eighty-seven competitions, eighty-seven victories – this is Zhu Zhuqing's current record.

She currently holds the record for the most wins in the entire Hell Slaughter Arena.

Apart from Zhu Zhuqing, everyone else who came to participate in the competition was most looking forward to winning a hundred matches.

With the title of 100 champions, one can become a permanent resident of the Slaughter City. Aside from being unable to leave, one will possess immense authority here and may even become Guest Elder of the Slaughter King.

After eighty-seven battles, Zhu Zhuqing had already taken more than a thousand lives.

Today, she has become a queen of the Hell Slaughter Arena. She achieved this in just one year, placing her among the top three since the Slaughter City's founding.

Just as Su Cheng said, here you can't defeat powerful enemies simply by having high enough Soul Power.

Countless opponents with far greater Soul Power than her have died at Zhu Zhuqing's hands. However, Soul Master without Soul Skill is like a tiger without claws and teeth.

Moreover, Zhu Zhuqing's combat techniques have long since become an art form.

On one occasion, she defeated several powerful enemies with Soul Power exceeding level 70 in a competition, and walked out of the killing field in an extremely weak state.

He was then surrounded and attacked by nearly a hundred people.

In this Slaughter City she clearly couldn't use her domain skills, Zhu Zhuqing, who had entered her most frenzied battle state, found herself surrounded by countless hurricanes.

Blades of wind swept through the air, her figure moving like a whirlwind, mercilessly reaping the lives of her attackers.

After she escaped, she also earned the title of "Gale King".

At this moment, the nine people who entered the Hell Slaughter Arena with Zhu Zhuqing all showed extremely tense expressions.

Once everyone was inside the area, they immediately surrounded Zhu Zhuqing in the center.

Roars and howls erupted simultaneously from different directions around her, followed by a rush towards her.

Despite being surrounded by enemies, Zhu Zhuqing remained oblivious, closing her eyes and gently raising her head, her long black hair fluttering in the wind.

The wind is picking up...

Meanwhile, in a dark, spacious room.

The tall figure was sitting on a giant chair inlaid with blue and purple crystals.

Numerous crystals were outlined in a skull-like shape, surrounded by a dark red color.

"Gale King is about to win another victory." A cold female voice echoed from the dark corner.

"I know," the tall figure sitting on the giant chair said calmly.

"Great King, shall we begin to make contact with her? The Slaughter City has not seen a truly powerful individual join for a long time."

Do you think she's a true powerhouse?

"I don't know..." The woman's voice trembled slightly as she spoke this time, "Her growth rate is simply too astonishing, she is practically born to kill. Her attack methods are simple yet efficient, they can be called art. I think that even Titled Douluo in the Slaughter City would not be able to kill her without Soul Skill."

The Slaughter King was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you think she can complete a hundred matches and challenge the Hell Road?"

"Yes." This time, the woman's answer was unusually firm.

"There's no need to contact her anymore."

"Why? Great King, don't you want our Slaughter City to become stronger? Although we had an agreement with the Spirit Hall a thousand years ago, who knows when they will break it?"

Do you know who sent this person here?

Who is it?

"He is one of the only two remaining Gods of Slaughter in this world," the Slaughter King said calmly.

"In this world, if anyone can truly threaten the Slaughter City, it is these two Gods of Slaughter. Even I cannot easily offend them."

"What you don't know is that anyone who has passed through the Hell Road can still use Soul Skill within the Slaughter City."

"Let's wait and see. There's no need to risk the wrath of that god of death before we've determined her future."

The cold female voice sounded somewhat anxious, "If that's the case, won't this Gale King bring some unpredictable consequences to the Slaughter City? In the past, whenever a God of Slaughter City appeared, it was always accompanied by a crisis in the City of Slaughter, causing heavy damage to the Slaughter City..."

The Slaughter King said in a deep voice, "No need to rush. When the time comes, I have my own way. You may step back now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadowy figure in the corner dared not say anything more and quickly retreated from the room.

Once he was completely alone, he muttered to himself, "Having passed through the Hell Road, the God of Slaughter can return to the Slaughter City at any time. Within their Divine Slaughter's Domain, any Soul Master can regain the use of their Soul Skill. If it comes to a last resort, we can only summon the last wisp of divine will left of the Master..."

In a mountain range on the border of the Heaven Dou Empire.

The magnificent waterfall, carrying a burst of water vapor, cascades down from the sky, while a deafening roar echoes continuously from below.

The waterfall, with a drop of 200 meters, completely breaks off at the bottom 50 meters.

The falling water scattered and surged more than fifty meters away, turning into a large curtain of water that poured out from afar, causing ripples to spread across the entire pool below.

Within that vast curtain of water, one could vaguely see a figure resembling a dragon, standing directly beneath the waterfall, its body constantly spinning, a small black hammer flying up and down in its hand.

With each swing of the hammer, the waterfall cascading through the air rises a few meters, and the distance of fifty meters increases continuously.

Sixty meters, seventy meters, eighty meters, ninety meters...

Within the curtain of water, one can vaguely see the terrifying black light rising up the waterfall like a black dragon ascending.

When the waterfall surged up to a hundred meters, the figure suddenly stopped, all movement reduced to a final point, frozen there abruptly.

The next moment, all the black light erupted in that instant of condensation.

"Boom--"

With a deafening roar, the black dragon soared into the sky, and the massive waterfall cascading down scattered in all directions, never to reassemble again. The 200-meter drop of the waterfall vanished completely from sight.

The enormous black dragon emitted a series of powerful roars, displaying its formidable power.

Tang Hao stood quietly by the pool, looking at the magnificent scene before him, and his long-stiff face finally relaxed a little.

The figure that caused the waterfall to flow backwards was none other than Tang San, who had been cultivating here for a year.

Suppress Soul Power, consolidate foundation, and practice hammer techniques.

This series of special training sessions was originally planned to take Tang San Tang Hao two years to complete.

To his surprise, perhaps due to the shock of Xiao Wu's death, or perhaps influenced by his own story with Ah Yin, coupled with his deep hatred for the Spirit Hall, he completed the mission, which was originally scheduled to take two years, in just one year.

Tang San is now completely familiar with how to use his Clear Sky Hammer.

The scene just now was the final burst of power from the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer's eighty-one hammer blows.

In Tang Hao's view, in terms of the auxiliary ability of Martial Soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is undoubtedly the best, and in terms of attack power, no one can surpass Sword Douluo Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword. However, if we talk about domineering, strength, and explosive power, the Clear Sky Hammer can rightfully take the top spot.

Otherwise, why would the Clear Sky Sect be called the number one sect in the Soul Master World?

Looking at Tang San not far away, Tang Hao suddenly asked, "Little San, during the All-Continent Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament, was the technique you used to throw out Eight Spider Lances fragments your Self-Created Soul Skill?"

"I guess so."

Tang San spoke in a calm tone, showing no emotional fluctuation even when answering his father's question.

A full year has passed since the Spirit Master Competition ended.

Throughout the year, he never smiled again, becoming taciturn and with a gloomy gaze.

That slightly stiff face bore a resemblance to Yu Xiaogang.

Tang Hao nodded upon hearing this and said, "Don't let your skills go to waste. Remember to practice them often in the future."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "You have mastered the essence of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer and your foundation is now solid. Next, I will take you to a place where you can truly cultivate your killing intent."

Hearing this, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief.

The relentless, day-and-night ascetic practices of the past year had filled him with a deep-seated loathing.

But he dared not rest for even a moment.

The pressure from those people in the Spirit Hall was simply too terrifying.

"But before we go to that place, we need to see someone first."

"Who?"

"Your teacher, Yu Xiaogang."