Douluo: Neighbor Tang San Comes Over to Use My Wi-Fi

Qian Renxue lowered her head to think for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm actually looking forward to the second gift more."

Nan Xuan gave a helpless smile, summoned his martial soul, and then allowed Qian Renxue to enter the Network World.

Qian Renxue touched the center of her brow, and in an instant, she arrived in the Network World.

"Wow, where is this?" As soon as Qian Renxue entered, she realized she had arrived in a new place, with a massive palace appearing before her.

The entire palace was crafted from golden metal, and a statue of a six-winged angel stood tall in front of it. The overall structure of the palace resembled a holy city held up by the hands of a holy angel.

"The Angel Temple. How is it? You like it, right?" Nan Xuan suddenly appeared beside Qian Renxue and said with a smile.

"Mm-hmm, I really like this gift," Qian Renxue said happily.

Nan Xuan had arranged an Angel Temple for Qian Renxue in the Network World, which was essentially an upgrade to her original initialization room.

"So, why don't you go in and take a look?" Nan Xuan asked with a smile, watching Qian Renxue pace around outside.

"Are you sure I can?" Qian Renxue asked.

"It's yours now. You can do whatever you want with it. Go on," Nan Xuan said with a doting expression.

Qian Renxue responded and walked toward the interior of the temple.

After Qian Renxue entered the Angel Temple in the Network World, Nan Xuan logged out and returned to reality.

Seeing that Qian Renxue's body was still standing there, Nan Xuan used his soul power to support her and moved her to a chair nearby.

"Should I call you Nan Xuan, or should I address you as the God of the Network?" Qian Daoliu looked at Nan Xuan and said with a hint of displeasure.

Nan Xuan found a random spot to sit down and chuckled, "Either is fine. It's all me, anyway."

Nan Xuan knew that the moment he used his martial soul earlier, his identity would be exposed, but as he was now, he didn't need to hide anything intentionally, so he simply didn't care.

Qian Daoliu was left speechless by the response, leaving him with no outlet for his frustration.

"You took Xue'er away?" Qian Daoliu was aware of the existence of the Network World and even operated within it himself, but he still worried about Qian Renxue's safety regarding these things.

"I built an Angel Temple for her in the Network World, and she's wandering around inside right now," Nan Xuan said casually.

"Have you reached that step already? Or rather, have you become a god?" Qian Daoliu changed the subject and continued to question Nan Xuan.

Nan Xuan's face darkened as he said, "I say, you old man, what are you asking about all day? I come here and don't even have a place to sit, and you called me over just to satisfy your curiosity?"

Qian Daoliu felt somewhat embarrassed after being spoken to like that.

"Fine, let's talk somewhere else." Qian Daoliu didn't hesitate and immediately led Nan Xuan to another side hall of the Worship Hall.

Nan Xuan took a sip of wine and said slowly, "You've waited for half a lifetime and haven't succeeded; how could it be so fast for me?"

Hearing Nan Xuan's words, Qian Daoliu didn't get angry. After all, what the other party said was the truth; becoming a god was not simple, and he no longer had the opportunity.

"Then what path are you taking?" Qian Daoliu was referring to the difference between becoming a god through faith versus inheriting a god's position.

"My Network World was created by me. You should understand now, right?" Nan Xuan had no intention of hiding this from him. Qian Daoliu wasn't actually a bad person; having established a relatively fair organization like Martial Soul Hall, he believed this man was someone he could associate with.

Once it was put this way, Qian Daoliu understood instantly, but he became curious as to why the other party would do this—could he not just find a god's position to inherit?

Nan Xuan seemed to see through Qian Daoliu's inner thoughts and said with a smile, "Don't think that god positions are easy to obtain. Sea God Island, Slaughter City, and your place here—all of them have god position inheritances."

"However, to inherit the Angel god position, one must possess the corresponding inherited martial soul, the six-winged angel. And that is only the most basic condition; there are all sorts of god trials afterward."

"Slaughter City inherits the Asura God's position, and one of the conditions is to obtain the Slaughter Domain."

"Sea God Island inherits the Sea God's position. This position doesn't have requirements for martial souls or soul skills, but such a position is ultimately restricted by others."

"So, I can only walk my own path. My path is one that no one else can walk or replicate."

Nan Xuan analyzed it for him point by point. Although this would leave the other party with many questions, it didn't mean he would answer them.

The Asura God position had long been reserved for Tang San by the Asura God. As for the Sea God position, it was only a First-Class God. He didn't have the special nature that Tang San possessed, so he couldn't guarantee he could elevate the Sea God position to the level of a God King.

This was also the reason Nan Xuan chose not to seek opportunities in those places. In his past life, he felt it was somewhat fake when the protagonists of those novels all went to Slaughter City or Sea God Island to inherit god positions. Even if your talent was better than the protagonist's, gods wouldn't care about the talent of an ant.

Qian Daoliu didn't continue to ask questions, and he didn't care how the other party knew so much. He actually hoped that the other party could reach that step, because he didn't want his Xue'er to have no one to accompany her when she reached that point.

Qian Daoliu poured himself a cup of wine, took a slow sip, and then stood up.

"Nan Xuan, you should be at level 99 now, right?" Qian Daoliu asked.

Nan Xuan replied, somewhat dazed, "Mm, yeah. Why?"

"If you don't use your spiritual power to suppress me, I would like to have a spar with you," Qian Daoliu said with some excitement.

Ever since Tang Chen entered Slaughter City, he hadn't sparred with anyone, and hadn't even had a reason to make a move.

"Oh?" Nan Xuan was genuinely surprised by Qian Daoliu's request.

"What made you think of wanting to spar with me?" Nan Xuan asked curiously.

Qian Daoliu gave an awkward smile and said, "I am known as the Sky Overlord, but I haven't had a suitable opponent. Even though I'm older now, I still want to stretch my muscles sometimes, especially against a 99th-level Title Douluo as young as you."

In truth, he mostly wanted to test the other party's strength to see if he had the qualifications to reach that step. Reaching that step required more than just spiritual power.

Nan Xuan smiled, stood up, and said, "Alright then, pick a place."

Facing Qian Daoliu's challenge, Nan Xuan was not afraid; he also wanted to test the reputation of the Sky Overlord.

Qian Daoliu led Nan Xuan to a plain, and following them were the six great elders, along with Bibi Dong, Lan Yingying, and Liu Mumu.

Bibi Dong sensed the two of them leaving Martial Soul Hall together, so she followed them.

As for the six Great Elders, they were purely there to watch the show.

Nan Xuan and Qian Daoliu hovered in the air, neither of them making the first move.

A moment later.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of attacking, Qian Daoliu broke the silence.

"First Soul Skill, Angel Assault." Among the eight black and one red soul rings behind him, one lit up instantly.

Golden energy surged and condensed on Qian Daoliu's right hand, erupting with immense impact.

Watching Qian Daoliu make the first move from the sidelines, Bibi Dong muttered, "Old thing, truly shameless."

Nan Xuan looked at the incoming soul skill and sneered, then activated his Sixth Soul Skill, Network Mirror, simulating Qian Renxue's Seraphim Martial Soul.

A massive angel manifestation appeared behind Nan Xuan, facing Qian Daoliu.

"I'll use a move too: Angel Assault," Nan Xuan hummed coldly.

This was the first time Nan Xuan had used his Sixth Soul Skill in combat; he had always used his own soul skills before, but this time, he intended to disgust his opponent.

"There's a soul skill like this?" Qian Daoliu said, somewhat stunned.

"Hmph, I don't believe you can keep this skill active forever, or that you can simulate all of my soul skills," Qian Daoliu said, refusing to accept it.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Angel's Eye."

A light sword emerged from the eyes of the martial soul behind Qian Daoliu, thrusting toward Nan Xuan.

Nan Xuan released an identical light sword, which collided with his opponent's.

Qian Daoliu truly refused to believe it, and unleashed an Angel Descent.

Nan Xuan countered with the exact same move.

This infuriated Qian Daoliu; how was he supposed to play? How was he supposed to fight?

"How about you seal this soul skill too?" Qian Daoliu said, feeling somewhat awkward.

Nan Xuan chuckled and replied, "Fine."

Hearing Nan Xuan's answer, Qian Daoliu felt much better.

He felt that without such a perverse soul skill, he was back in the game.

Nan Xuan agreed to stop using his Sixth Soul Skill, but he also lost interest in continuing the fight.

Watching Nan Xuan withdraw the angel manifestation behind him, Qian Daoliu thought gleefully, Without the angel manifestation, the sky is now my domain. Let's see how you fight me.

"Avatar of Martial Soul." Qian Daoliu was not one to dawdle; he directly activated his Avatar of Martial Soul, raised the sword in his hand, and slashed toward Nan Xuan.

Nan Xuan sneered. Watching the self-righteous Qian Daoliu, a cyan light erupted from his back, and a pair of cyan wings unfurled.

"Seal Wings." Nan Xuan shouted, and a cyan formation instantly formed, slamming directly onto the oncoming Qian Daoliu.

Nan Xuan watched his soul skill strike the target, looking at him with a wicked grin.

Back in the day, with my hands in my pockets, I beat Qian Daoliu until...

Qian Daoliu watched a cyan light flash over his body and suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Why are my soul power and spiritual power down to only 35 percent?" Qian Daoliu asked himself in terror.

He had thought that formation was an attack he could just shatter with his sword, but who knew he had fallen for it again.

Nan Xuan stood with his hands in his pockets, a green longsword dancing behind his back.

"What's wrong? Want me to undo it for you again?" Nan Xuan taunted.