Evil and Asura Fight Over a Successor

Asura God strode in with the Asura Demon Sword slung over his shoulder and said coldly, "That kid is my successor. None of you better get any ideas!"

Before Angel God could speak, a black shadow flashed past the entrance of the divine hall with a whoosh.

Evil God chuckled darkly. "Asura, keep dreaming. His other Martial Soul has the Extreme Evil attribute, so he's obviously much better suited to inherit my God Position!"

Angel God silently took two steps back, thinking, Great. The Twin God Kings are fighting over someone. I'd better stay out of this.

—After all, Qian Renxue was already the designated successor to the Angel God. She had no intention of competing with these two lunatics.

Asura God snorted. "Evil, cut the nonsense! His Six-Winged Angel and Purgatory Spider Emperor Martial Souls are clearly more suited to my Judgment and Slaughter!"

Seeing the two about to fight, Angel God stepped in to mediate. "Your Excellencies, why be so hasty? The matter of succession should depend on his own choice. How about each of you take a step back for now? Once he has grown stronger, you can both bestow God Trials upon him and let him decide for himself."

Asura God and Evil God turned to glare at her at the same time.

Angel God shrank her neck and gave an awkward laugh. "I was only making a suggestion..."

Asura God and Evil God exchanged a glance, then suddenly snorted in unison, tacitly accepting the proposal.

After a brief silence, Asura God tossed out, "Fine. When he reaches Titled Douluo, we'll each rely on our own abilities!"

With that, he withdrew his Killing Intent and vanished.

Evil God rubbed his chin and muttered, "Tsk, I need to find a way to build up some favor with him early..."

With that, he slipped away as well.

Angel God let out a sigh of relief, wiping away nonexistent cold sweat as she thought, Those two ancestors have finally left.

She lowered her head to look at Qian Daoliu, who was still praying devoutly, and sighed helplessly.

A moment later, the statue gave off a gentle Golden Light, and an ethereal voice emerged from it. "This child's Martial Soul is an anomaly, not a bloodline inheritance... He has already been regarded as a successor by the other two Gods. Do not mention this matter to him under any circumstances. Do your best to bring him and Qian Renxue together. If neither of them is interested, there is no need to force it..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo and Qian Daoliu looked at each other, both seeing the shock in the other's eyes.

They had never seen such a peculiar combination of Martial Souls, nor had they expected that a youth named Lin Fan would attract such attention from two Gods.

"Big Brother, isn't there still a Hundred Thousand Year Right Arm Bone of the Bright Holy Dragon in the Worship Hall's treasury?" Golden Crocodile Douluo suggested. "Why not give that soul bone to him?"

Qian Daoliu's eyes flickered. After pondering for a moment, he nodded. "Very well. This boy is exceptionally gifted, and his future achievements will be limitless. Give him the Right Arm Bone of the Bright Holy Dragon. It will also serve to win him over in advance, so that he develops sufficient goodwill and a sense of belonging toward Spirit Hall..."

Spirit Hall had been passed down for a thousand years and possessed profound foundations. Though its collection of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones was not large, every single one was a Supreme Treasure.

There was even a Two Hundred Thousand Year Ferocious Beast Soul Bone, obtained from a horrifying beast tide caused by a ferocious beast, which had ultimately been slain by the Angel Douluo of two generations ago, a Level 99 expert.

However, Qian Daoliu had already absorbed three of those inherited Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones, including that Two Hundred Thousand Year Ferocious Beast Soul Bone.

The Old Master's lowest-grade soul bone was still a Ninety Thousand Year Soul Bone. His soul bone set had already been fully equipped before he became a Limit Douluo.

If he had not absorbed the Angel Right Arm Soul Bone in his early years, he would have absorbed this soul bone long ago.

"Go fetch it." Qian Daoliu waved his hand.

Golden Crocodile Douluo immediately accepted the order and left, sighing as he went. "That boy Lin Fan has really hit the jackpot."

Qian Daoliu smiled faintly. "His potential is worthy of this soul bone. Besides, if we can win him over through this, it will bring enormous benefits to Spirit Hall's future."

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the villa. Lin Fan lounged lazily in a soft chair with his eyes closed, resting. The phantom of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul flickered behind him, its golden aura flowing around him and making him shine as brilliantly as a deity.

"Tap—"

Soft footsteps approached. Lin Fan slightly raised his eyelids and saw a tall figure standing not far away. Bibi Dong wore a purple-and-gold gown and held a scepter, her gaze fixed on him with complicated emotions.

"Hello, Teacher. You're done handling things?" Lin Fan greeted her lazily, showing no intention of standing to pay his respects.

Bibi Dong's lips twitched. Suppressing the urge to beat him up, she said coldly, "You certainly know how to take it easy."

Lin Fan shrugged. "You have to relax a little between cultivation sessions."

"Heh, when have you ever cultivated seriously?" Bibi Dong grabbed Lin Fan out of the soft chair, as effortlessly and skillfully as if she were picking up a chick.

"I'm going to teach you how to cultivate Mental Power. There are only a few ordinary methods for increasing Mental Power: allowing normal Soul Power cultivation to improve it, absorbing the essence of the sun, moon, and heaven and earth, meditating, absorbing a Head Soul Bone, or consuming herbs that can increase Mental Power."

"The best known method at present is to exhaust your Mental Power and then recover it."

"However, there is another extremely special method: strengthening your own Mental Power by devouring the Mental Power of living beings."

"Devouring Mental Power?" Lin Fan raised a brow. "That sounds pretty sinister."

Bibi Dong sneered. "Sinister? In the world of Soul Masters, strength is the only truth. If you lack even that much awareness, then hurry up and go back to farming."

"Alright, alright, you're right." Lin Fan raised his hands in surrender. "So how do you plan to teach me?"

"Follow me." Bibi Dong turned and walked away, her high heels clicking crisply against the floor. Lin Fan shrugged and followed at an unhurried pace.

The two made their way to a Secret Chamber deep within the Papal Palace.

Before them sat a cage containing a Soul Beast—a pitch-black python.

It was curled up in a corner, occasionally flicking out its tongue with a soft hiss, yet it did not dare make the slightest reckless move.

"That is a hundred-year Nether Python," Bibi Dong said flatly. "I've already suppressed it. It has no ability to resist. Use your Purgatory Spider Emperor Martial Soul to devour it and raise your Mental Power."

"Uh... alright." Lin Fan immediately possessed himself with the Purgatory Spider Emperor Martial Soul. Two pitch-black Spider Spears shot from his hands with a whoosh, their tips gleaming with a chilling light.

The iron cage opened slowly with a creak. The Nether Python suddenly raised its head, its scarlet snake eyes filled with terror.

"Sorry, brother. Don't be a Soul Beast in your next life," Lin Fan muttered. The Death Purgatory Domain erupted with a boom, and dark red mist instantly blanketed the entire Secret Chamber.

The Nether Python had just tried to flee when a Spider Spear pierced straight through it with a wet thrust. Its body writhed frantically twice before going completely rigid.

Immediately afterward, following Bibi Dong's instructions, Lin Fan began circulating his Soul Power and attempted to devour the Nether Python.

Wave after wave of icy, chaotic spiritual fluctuations flooded into his mind.