Qing Yuhuan

Spirit Hall.

Qing Yuhuan, who was rumored outside to be about to become Pope Bibi Dong's disciple, was now packing his things while a Soul Fighting Master waited for him outside.

Ever since, five days ago, he had happened to be encountered by Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall, and had happened to display his talent, catching Bibi Dong's attention—

His life had gotten better from then on.

Beautiful Handmaidens served him every day, and Soul Saints guarded him.

Even Soul Fighting Masters, whom he used to respectfully bow to whenever he saw them, now had to escort him into the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt Soul Beasts and obtain Soul Rings.

Today was truly a fine day; everything he wished for could come true...

Qing Yuhuan hummed a song. After packing his belongings, he spread open his right hand, and a small cauldron Martial Soul slowly appeared. He smiled.

Golden Finger.

Dragon Cauldron.

This was truly a wonderful thing. Five days ago, after he had barely escaped a clan massacre while shopping outside—

The small cauldron that had crossed over with him and remained inert in his hand had finally begun to shine.

A phantom drop of dragon blood appeared, cleansing his entire body and raising his Soul Power Level from level twenty-one to above level thirty.

It had even become his Martial Soul—a God-level Martial Soul.

If Douluo Continent did not have the restriction of Soul Rings, he felt that he could have already advanced to the level of a level-forty Soul Ancestor.

He would become a genius no less talented than Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden.

And he was only twenty years old, while the Dragon Cauldron Martial Soul still contained a secret inheritance waiting for him.

He believed that, in the future, there would surely be a place for him among the gods of this continent.

When that time came, hehe, Tang Hao.

A trace of hatred flashed through Qing Yuhuan's eyes as he withdrew the Dragon Cauldron Martial Soul.

Once he became stronger, he would repay Tang Hao properly and let him experience the pain of having his family destroyed.

The Soul Fighting Master waiting outside had originally stood with his arms folded across his chest. He was burly, like an enormous fiery-red ape, and wore a leisurely expression.

But after a knight walked over and respectfully whispered a few words to him, the burly Soul Fighting Master furrowed his brow.

Qing Yuhuan, having finished packing, also strolled over casually. His white robes were spotless as he smiled and said,

"Bishop Xiang Hui, I'm ready. Let's go."

So long as he hunted a Dragon Clan Soul Beast and obtained his third Soul Ring, he could unlock the secret inheritance within the Dragon Cauldron Martial Soul.

It was a secret inheritance from a true grand fantasy world.

It was absolutely not something this fantasy-world sewer known as Douluo Continent could compare to, so he was already somewhat impatient.

"No. His Excellency the Pope has just issued an order: from now on, you are not permitted to leave Spirit City for three months." Xiang Hui glanced at Qing Yuhuan and shook his head.

Qing Yuhuan froze. An order from Bibi Dong?

"But why? I'm only missing this one third Soul Ring."

"Because a bounty has been placed on you," Xiang Hui explained.

"A bounty? That Tang Hao?" Qing Yuhuan reacted, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.

"Did he raise the bounty on me again?"

Xiang Hui glanced at Qing Yuhuan's right hand with a rather strange expression, then nodded. "Yes. That Clear Sky Your Excellency has added another five million Gold Soul Coins to the bounty on you."

"And only one right hand is needed."

"One right hand? Heh!" Qing Yuhuan's face twisted with hatred as he clenched his right hand into a fist.

"He wants me hacked to death by a thousand blades!"

A right hand?

How could it truly be only a right hand?

It was no different from merchants running promotions: listing a price of only 9.9, or even allowing it to be bargained down to zero.

It drew upon people's gambling mentality. The more they bargained, the more people they brought in, and the more people they brought in, the less willing they became to give up.

By then, those desperadoes lured in by the phrase "only a right hand is needed" would surely go all the way and simply chop off his head.

Qing Yuhuan sneered. "Bishop Xiang Hui, I understand."

"However, since Tang Hao is being so arrogant and trampling Spirit Hall's authority at will, I don't think we can simply let this go."

"I know where his son is. We can use his son, Tang San, to threaten Tang Hao into coming over, then arrange an ambush and hack him to death."

He had originally intended to keep this as a trump card, an opportunity for him to obtain a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring in the future.

But now, since you have shown no mercy, I'll wipe you out in advance.

Qing Yuhuan sneered.

Yet Xiang Hui gave him a strange look and said oddly, "Shrek Academy? We've already tried that."

"You tried it?" Qing Yuhuan froze.

"Mm."

"I also know where the Clear Sky Sect is. We can gather Titled Douluo and completely eradicate the Clear Sky Sect."

"Three hundred li east of Heaven Dou City, on the back mountain of a place disguised as a small village, right?"

Qing Yuhuan, who had been speaking, froze again. They knew that too?

Then why had Spirit Hall still not acted?

Unwilling to accept this, Qing Yuhuan continued, "I also know that there is a Moonlight Pavilion in Heaven Dou City that teaches noble etiquette. There is someone there named Tang Yuehua, Tang Hao's younger sister."

"So long as we kidnap her, Tang Hao will have no choice but to come."

But without even thinking, Xiang Hui shook his head. "No. If we cause trouble in Heaven Dou City, the Heaven Dou Imperial Family will fly into a rage."

"Let them rage. The Heaven Dou Empire barely has any Titled Douluo. So long as we keep our movements discreet, even if the Heaven Dou Imperial Family finds out, they won't dare make a fuss."

Qing Yuhuan was disdainful. What could an enraged Heaven Dou Imperial Family do when it only had Poison Douluo to prop it up?

He knew exactly how many Titled Douluo Spirit Hall had. It was a force fully capable of making the Heaven Dou Imperial Family keep quiet.

But Xiang Hui merely wore a strange expression. Looking at the disdainful Qing Yuhuan, he could not help asking, "Kid, haven't you read the newspapers these past few years?"

"Newspapers?"

Qing Yuhuan glanced at Xiang Hui. That kind of thing had been obsolete for who knew how long in his world.

Naturally, he had stopped reading them long ago.

Besides, on Douluo Continent, rather than reading newspapers, he might as well spend more time cultivating.

Otherwise, with his innate level-two Soul Power talent, how could he possibly have cultivated to level twenty-one by the age of twenty?

Xiang Hui's expression was extremely strange. When he looked at Qing Yuhuan, it was as though he were looking at some oddball.

"Uh, then, kid, I think you need to read the newspapers carefully during these three months of confinement."

"And," Xiang Hui paused, then said somewhat helplessly, "the Heaven Dou Imperial Family's Godly Zhuge Crossbow Army and Divine Might Invincible Great General Cannon have far too much firepower."

"It is not yet suitable for Spirit Hall to fall out with the Heaven Dou Imperial Family."

Xiang Hui meant well, offering a reminder to the impatient Qing Yuhuan.

But—

Qing Yuhuan looked stunned.

Wasn't the Godly Zhuge Crossbow Tang San's Hidden Weapon?

What did it have to do with the Heaven Dou Imperial Family?

And what was this Divine Might Invincible Great General Cannon?

Since when did Douluo Continent have something like gunpowder?

Shouldn't cannons only be invented ten thousand years later?

Qing Yuhuan was stunned. He even felt a little afraid.

Yes, it was the fear of a familiar world suddenly becoming unfamiliar.