Oath Beneath the Angel Statue

"Ji'er, what just happened? And what is this Angel Mark on your forehead?" Qian Daoliu asked.

"Father, it was a strand of the Angel God's Spiritual Sense that led me in just now. She sensed the aura of my Martial Soul. As for this Angel Mark, it is meant to help suppress my Inner Demon." Qian Xunji explained slowly. As he finished speaking, his Angel Mark flashed once and faded away. It had not disappeared, merely hidden itself.

Qian Daoliu's eyes flickered. Ji'er has received the Angel God's favor.

"Oh, and regarding your Second Martial Soul, you must not take it lightly. You are the third holder of Twin Martial Souls in the history of the Douluo Continent. The first two both died from Soul Ring backlash due to improper cultivation methods. Though your Twin Martial Souls are not innate, they still carry the same drawbacks." Qian Daoliu said.

Qian Xunji nodded slowly. "I know. Over the past few days, I have looked through many ancient texts, but I found nothing. There are simply too few records, and it has been troubling me. Still, I suspect it has something to do with Physical Quality. As long as a Soul Master's Physical Quality is strong enough, they should be able to resist it to a certain extent."

"You are only partly right. Based on my many years of experience, there are three key points. First, Soul Bone buffering. You must find an External Soul Bone to help buffer the backlash brought by your Twin Martial Souls. External Soul Bones can grow stronger along with you. After a person dies, an External Soul Bone will not drop; it will instead dissipate along with its owner's death. An External Soul Bone is like an extension of your body and will relieve the pressure of Twin Martial Souls to the greatest extent possible."

"Second is what you mentioned: possessing strong Physical Quality. Not only can a powerful body help you absorb Soul Rings far beyond your Limit, it can also help ease the backlash of Twin Martial Souls."

"The final point is this: before your Angel Martial Soul has all nine Soul Rings, never attach any Soul Ring to your Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul. I need not explain the reason, do I?" Qian Daoliu teased.

"Of course. Once my Soul Power reaches the Titled Douluo level, my Physical Quality will reach a very high level. Then I can add Soul Rings to my Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul, with every Soul Ring starting at ten thousand years. At that point, my strength will undergo an earth-shaking transformation. Surpassing you will not be impossible." Qian Xunji spoke slowly, giving Qian Daoliu a mischievous glance as he finished. He had even begun imagining the day he defeated Qian Daoliu and defied his master and ancestors, and he could not help laughing aloud.

Qian Daoliu's face darkened. This kid was getting far too cocky. How old was he, and he already wanted to surpass Qian Daoliu? Dream on. He should train for a few more decades. No, he needed to knock him down a peg, or he would suffer badly someday.

"Stinky Kid, I think it is necessary for you to experience the majesty of a level 99 Titled Douluo." As he spoke, the Aura of a level 99 Peerless Douluo burst forth. Seeing this, Qian Xunji immediately begged for mercy, saying ingratiatingly,

"Father, I was wrong. I will never dare again."

Qian Daoliu only smiled without speaking, then demonstrated what paternal violence was. At once, miserable cries rang out without end.

"Old man, one day I will show you what true strength is. Mark my words!" Qian Xunji shouted.

"Good. Looks like I did not beat you hard enough. Again." Qian Daoliu clenched his fists once more and launched a new round of fierce attacks.

The next day, Qian Xunji quietly came before the enormous Angel Statue. Gazing up at it, he silently swore that in this life, he would never allow Spirit Hall to repeat its past mistakes. The people he loved and everything he cherished were here. He had to protect them, even if it cost him his life. Qian Xunji would do so willingly.

Yes, he was leaving Spirit Hall. But leaving was not the end; it was to face what lay ahead more effectively. He believed that when he returned next time, he would possess enough strength to protect Spirit Hall and safeguard the future.

He told no one, simply because he did not wish to add to their sorrow. He slowly walked out of Spirit City. Beneath the setting sun, it formed a breathtaking scene, leaving people with only his somewhat slender silhouette.

Inside the Pope's Palace, Qian Daoliu slowly sensed the fading aura and stared at the Angel Statue.

"Gone, he is gone. I hope you grow stronger, so you can take over for me sooner. It is truly exhausting." Qian Daoliu looked at the pile of Pope's Palace memorials on the table and fell into deep thought.

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