Qian Xunji's Red Level Seven Trials

Chapter 10: Qian Xunji's Red Level Seven Trials

That night.

Qian Xunji brought Bibi Dong deep into Douluo Hall, to the Angel Holy Temple, the place the Qian Clan had guarded for generations.

Qian Daoliu had been waiting there for quite some time.

"Father, I'm counting on you. It seems the evil aura within Bibi Dong can only be purified by the Angel Holy Sword."

"Mhm, this old man understands."

"Then, Father, let's begin!"

Qian Daoliu instantly used Martial Soul Possession, his entire body radiating an imposing and sacred aura as he respectfully bowed to the Angel God Statue before him.

The divine artifact, the Angel Holy Sword, appeared before him. Qian Daoliu gripped its hilt with both hands.

Angel Domain spread out, and the Soul Power in his body, mixed with Angel Divine Power, surged wildly into the Angel Holy Sword.

"Angel Purification!"

Bibi Dong below sensed that aura and instantly woke up.

Bibi Dong's eyes were bloodshot. She collapsed to her knees, clutching her head with both hands as she let out a heart-wrenching roar!

"No, no, no! I don't want this!"

Black aura continuously billowed from Bibi Dong's body. The Rakshasa Mark branded upon her by the Rakshasa God shattered under the purification!

No one knew how much time had passed before Bibi Dong fainted once more.

Qian Daoliu's face was pale. Clearly, using the Angel Holy Sword to unleash Purification Power this time had drained him greatly as well.

"Alright, take Bibi Dong away."

"Father, I've decided to begin the trials and improve my strength. I've been Pope for so many years, yet my strength has advanced slowly. I want to begin a Divine Trial to improve myself!"

"Mhm, it is indeed time for you to begin the trials."

At the same time, Ling Yuxuan stood in the courtyard and looked up at the sky. He tossed the Barrier Stone in his hand into the air, and in an instant, an invisible barrier enveloped the entirety of Spirit City.

"With this, those GZZs from the God Realm won't be able to interfere with Spirit Hall. Next, I need to find a way to reclaim Spirit Hall's Fortune."

After sending Bibi Dong back to Saintess Hall, Qian Xunji returned to the Angel Holy Temple.

Qian Xunji knelt beneath the Angel God Statue, his eyes filled with devotion!

"O great Angel God! Please bestow divine trials upon your descendant!"

The Angel God Statue shone with golden light. Seven golden feathers drifted out from it, transforming into seven cards that floated before Qian Xunji. Each recorded a different trial!

A red seven-pointed star also appeared between Qian Xunji's brows, signifying his Red Level Seven Trials.

"Oh, seven trials? It seems my talent really is rather poor. Father had top-level eight trials back then, while I only have these trials. I wonder what level of trial Xiao Xue will receive in the future?"

Qian Daoliu looked at the black six-pointed star between Qian Xunji's brows, a trace of disappointment flashing through his eyes. He had always been waiting for the Nine Trials of the Angel to descend. He did not know whether he would live to see it.

God Realm.

In the depths of Rakshasa God Temple, the Rakshasa God opened his eyes from the Black Purple divine throne.

"Oh? The Rakshasa Mark on Bibi Dong's body was actually erased? The Angel Holy Sword? What an annoying thing. Angel, Angel, even after death, you still refuse to let others rest easy. So what if it was removed? I can just brand her again, can't I?"

As he spoke, the Rakshasa God condensed a cluster of Black Purple divine power in his hand and sent it flying toward Bibi Dong below. Yet this time, when that cluster of divine power reached the skies above Spirit Hall, it silently vanished.

Watching this, the Rakshasa God condensed another cluster of divine power and fired it at Bibi Dong, but it vanished again. The Rakshasa God frowned. This time, he gathered divine power with both hands and sent it toward Bibi Dong, but there was still no response. After repeated attempts, the divine power in his body was nearly depleted, yet it vanished without reason every time.

"Looks like I need to tell Asura. Something has changed, and it may affect our plan!"

In Sea God Temple, Sea God Poseidon sat upon his divine throne, his face equally troubled. Many years ago, he and Asura had assassinated the Angel God. Afterward, the Angel God's Sacred Authority had fallen into his hands. Asura, meanwhile, would not allow another deity possessing Judgment Power like his own to appear. After the Angel God's death, he had set his sights on the massive amount of ownerless Faith Power gathered above Spirit Hall. If he could obtain that Faith Power, perhaps his Sea God Godhood could directly reach the God King level.

Just as Qian Xunji received the Red Level Seven Trials, he had intended to secretly interfere. The Angel God Statue had long been occupied by his Sea God Divine Power, so altering someone's trial content should have been simple. Yet he suddenly discovered that his connection with the Angel God Statue had been severed. Moreover, the entire Spirit Hall had been inexplicably shielded. No matter what he did, he could no longer affect the Spirit Hall below. Looking at that Faith Power, he truly coveted it! Besides, such an unexpected change might affect Asura's plans as well. It seemed he had to speak with Asura.

After thinking it through, he transformed into a streak of blue light and rushed toward Asura God Temple.

Below, within Spirit City, Saintess Hall.

Bibi Dong slowly woke up. At that moment, she only felt a splitting headache, while the Soul Power in her body remained sealed.

She remembered now. She had previously tried to assassinate Qian Xunji and failed. But why had she done such a thing? When had her personality become so extreme? Yet she could also feel the changes within herself. Her entire body felt light, and ever since the Rakshasa Mark inside her had disappeared, she had felt a relaxation unlike anything before.

As she recalled scene after scene from the past, she found it all laughable. Looking back, it seemed she had only become this way after receiving the Rakshasa inheritance. She could not understand why the Rakshasa God had turned her into that.

Yu Xiao Gang's figure surfaced in Bibi Dong's mind, and a thought suddenly arose. Back then, was it really worth leaving Spirit Hall at all costs just to be with him?

But when she thought of how she had been willing to leave Spirit Hall for Yu Xiao Gang, only to be defiled by her own teacher in the end, while Yu Xiao Gang had married another woman outside—and that woman was even his cousin—perhaps the two of them even had children by now. What exactly had she been in his heart? If she had not allowed him into Spirit Hall's library back then, could he have organized so many theories? She had given him so much. What had it all been for?

Bibi Dong's eyes turned blood-red once more. Yet this time, it was not due to interference from the Rakshasa God, but the hatred for Yu Xiao Gang growing in the depths of her heart!

It was both hatred and love, love and hate intertwined!

Love and hate lay only a thought apart. With one thought, fate began; with another, fate ended.

Love was like taiji, hatred like a short blade. Both love and hate wounded people, but one twisted through the heart, while the other killed with a single strike.

She had loved deeply as husband and wife; she hated with grief clutched in her heart.