Qian Daoliu's expression was extremely ugly, dark as a lump of coal.
"You want it undone? Sure, after I slash you once." Nan Xuan stretched out his right hand and caught the green longsword flying over from behind him.
One Sword Opens Heaven.
Following Nan Xuan's roar, a streak of green sword light slashed toward Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu stared fiercely at the incoming strike and hurriedly unleashed his Angel Holy Sword soul skill, taking the blow head-on.
But with only 35 percent of his Soul Power left, how could he possibly block that sword? The tremendous impact sent him crashing to the ground.
Nan Xuan looked at Qian Daoliu, who was supporting himself with his sword planted in the ground, then shook his head and removed the Seal Wings soul skill from him.
Qian Daoliu, who could barely stand, felt his Soul Power return. Gritting his teeth, he erupted in golden light and flew into the air, fully entering a berserk state.
"Ninth Soul Skill, Angel's Glory." Qian Daoliu gathered what little Soul Power he had left and unleashed his ninth soul skill with all his might.
A violently dazzling radiance swept toward them, carrying scorching heat and an annihilating quality.
Nan Xuan felt the pressure brought by that attack and smiled. This was the first time he had felt such pressure. At that moment, he became somewhat serious.
He activated his Seventh Soul Skill, digitizing his body and dodging Qian Daoliu's attack.
Nan Xuan's gaze sharpened. His ninth soul ring lit up, and a deep blue halo appeared in the sky. A gigantic Deep Blue Divine Spear locked onto Qian Daoliu, who was unleashing his soul skill in midair.
"What?" Watching his attack get so easily neutralized, Qian Daoliu was truly on the verge of collapse.
But Nan Xuan gave him no time to compose himself. The deep blue divine spear was already about to reach the top of his head.
Just as the spear tip was about to pierce his skull, Nan Xuan stopped. The Deep Blue Divine Spear instantly dissipated overhead.
Qian Daoliu sighed. He had completely realized how terrifying this young man was. That last attack was something he felt even he, at his peak, would have been unable to withstand.
Nan Xuan withdrew the Seal Wings behind him and returned to Bibi Dong's side.
Bibi Dong looked at him in confusion. This man now felt somewhat unfamiliar to her. He had always kept a low profile before, but now he had even started showing off with a spear.
"All right, stop staring. Let's head back," Nan Xuan said to the three of them.
Lan Yingying and the others followed behind Nan Xuan and returned to Spirit Hall.
Only Qian Daoliu, left in a mess on the ground, and the six at a loss Title Douluo of the Worship Hall remained.
Inside Bibi Dong's bedchamber.
"Dong'er, I plan to head back in a few days. I built a small city near Suotuo City. Although the residential area below isn't finished yet, the main buildings on the mountaintop have been completed. It's time for me to go back and become the king of the mountain." Nan Xuan's hands roamed over Bibi Dong's thighs as he spoke slowly.
Bibi Dong sat before Nan Xuan, looking through documents. Upon hearing his words, she instantly lost all interest in reviewing them. Setting the papers down, she said, "Then spend these next few days properly keeping me company."
Bibi Dong did not force Nan Xuan to stay. Instead, she cherished their beautiful time together, for a moment of spring night was worth a thousand pieces of gold.
The two of them made love, their passion somewhat torrential.
The lights at night were always swaying. Nan Xuan had complained more than once that the room's decoration was not sturdy enough, and that there was too little furniture. There were only the usual pope chair, table, and sofa, which made Nan Xuan feel that Bibi Dong lived quite frugally.
Several days later, Bibi Dong saw Nan Xuan and the others off. Returning to her bedchamber and looking at the mess scattered across the floor, she could not stop a smile from appearing on her lips.
Before leaving, Nan Xuan visited the Worship Hall once more to ask about Qian Renxue's progress in her divine trials. The answer was that her sixth trial had just begun.
Bibi Dong's progress was the same. It seemed having someone guide them really did make things much easier.
Nan Xuan planned to become a god through faith and create a God King divine position of his own. This was undoubtedly difficult and would require a great deal of time, but he no longer had that much time. Tang San was already nine years old, so he needed to usher in a brand-new internet era to gather faith.
Nan Xuan's group returned to Suotuo City in the Balak Kingdom, then immediately headed for their own city, Network Holy City.
Nan Xuan spotted the blue, white, and green building atop the mountain at a glance. Eagle wings, walls laid with metal scales, and suspended towers surrounding it—he gave this construction a score of ninety-eight.
"Yingying, later, plant some flowers, grass, and trees around the elevator leading up the mountain." Nan Xuan looked at the sparse woods around the elevator, then turned to Lan Yingying.
"Mm, that's easy." Lan Yingying accepted with a smile.
"Let's go up first. Call the four clan leaders over for a meeting, assign the work, and then we'll get down to business." Nan Xuan looked up at the sky expectantly.
At the mountaintop, in the Network Club conference room.
Network Club was the name Nan Xuan had given his company, as well as the name of their sect. He called the mountaintop building the Network Center.
"Boss, you were gone for years. We've been working day and night these past few years, rushing the construction nonstop." Yang Wudi shamelessly tried to claim some credit.
"Don't worry. You'll receive what you deserve," Nan Xuan said gravely.
"All right, we're all acquaintances here, so I won't waste words."
"Chen Gao will be responsible for operating the Network Payment System in the Network World and managing the funds."
"Yang Wudi and the Breaking Clan will be responsible for all security matters in Network Holy City and the Network Center. Of course, Yang Wudi, you can also continue your pharmacological work."
"Yang Fei and Aini will be responsible for operating the novel-reading section of the Network World."
"Yang Tian and Aili will be responsible for the gaming side of the Network World."
"Liu Mumu, you'll be in charge of the comics section."
"The Defense Clan will take full responsibility for all construction projects in Network Holy City and the Network Center."
"The Strength Clan will be responsible for the primary production and manufacturing section. I'll give you the design blueprints when the time comes."
"The Speed Clan will work with Shi Qiaoyue on foreign affairs."
"Lan Yingying will be in charge of film and television, while also serving as my personal secretary."
Hearing these strange terms, everyone did not know what to say.
Nan Xuan smiled. "I'll send you the specific work plans, positions, what needs to be done, and how to do it later."
"But remember one thing. We aren't doing this to make money. We're doing it to make more people believe in the Network World, believe in me, and place their faith in me."
Nan Xuan explained the purpose behind everything he was doing to everyone in the Network Club conference room. He did not lack money. What he lacked was faith.
Meanwhile, far away at the junior Soul Master Academy in Nuoding City, Fasinuo Province, Heaven Dou Empire, Tang San had already contacted his father.
His Soul Power Level had reached level 20, and he needed a soul ring to advance.
After receiving the message from his son, Tang Hao rushed back to Nuoding City overnight.
The two agreed to meet at the academy gates the next day.
Early the next morning, Tang San bid Xiao Wu farewell and headed to Soul Hunting Forest with Tang Hao.
"Dad, after I graduate from Notting Academy, where should I study next?" Tang San asked as he followed behind his father.
"Go to Shrek Academy. Our identities still can't be exposed. Little San, I'm sorry. I can't let you live openly in the sunlight." Tang Hao looked at Tang San with a face full of guilt.
Tang San understood his family's circumstances and comforted Tang Hao. "It's all right, Dad. It's the same no matter where I study."
Tang Hao looked at Tang San with relief and led him into Soul Hunting Forest.
"Dad, this time I want a soul skill like a Silver Needle, one that I can shoot from my hand." Tang San had always been especially fond of Silver Needles and still used them in Martial Soul Glory.
Tang Hao thought for a moment, feeling that such a soul skill seemed quite good. He also seemed to have encountered a soul beast like that before, but so much time had passed that he was not certain.
"Have you picked a target?" Tang Hao looked at Tang San and asked.
"Sword Bamboo." Tang San had researched his martial soul using books from the Network Library. Sword Bamboo attacked through its leaves, so he believed he could gain such a soul skill as well.
"Are you sure?" Tang Hao asked uncertainly.
"I'm sure. I researched it," Tang San said firmly.
Seeing Tang San so certain, Tang Hao did not hesitate. As it happened, there was a grove of Sword Bamboo ahead of them.
"Little San, do you know how to tell its age?" Tang Hao asked somewhat awkwardly.
"Dad, the ones with four sections should be a hundred years old. That's what the books say." Tang San stroked his chin and thought for a moment before answering Tang Hao.
"Then let's absorb a four-section Sword Bamboo." Tang Hao grabbed a four-section Sword Bamboo and bent it forcefully, leaving a crack in its stalk.
"Little San, quickly."
Tang San looked at the crack and activated the Silent Hidden Arrow on his hand. That section of Sword Bamboo split apart, and a yellow soul ring floated out from its bamboo body.
Watching his son sit down cross-legged and begin absorbing it, Tang Hao started thinking about the road ahead.
He had spent nearly all his time destroying Spirit Hall branch halls and had no stable place to stay. Now that Little San had grown up, he began giving it some thought.
As for Ah Yin, he had long since forgotten her.
"Ah, we'll talk about it after my son graduates from an advanced Soul Master Academy." Tang Hao planned to take Tang San back to the Clear Sky Sect after he graduated from Shrek Academy, so that his son could acknowledge his ancestry and return to the clan.
"Dad, I've finished absorbing it."
Tang San stood up and spoke excitedly to Tang Hao.
"What's the soul skill?" Tang Hao asked with concern.
Tang San summoned his martial soul, and then his second soul ring lit up. He plucked a leaf from his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, held it in his hand, and fired it out.
"Whoosh." A Sword Leaf shot out from Tang San's hand and embedded itself firmly in a tree trunk.
"Dad, this is my Second Soul Skill, Blue Silver Sword Leaf." After demonstrating his soul skill, Tang San called out to Tang Hao.
"The attack power is decent, but I wonder how many you can fire now, or how many you can fire at once." Tang Hao voiced his question about Tang San's soul skill.
"This soul skill has no limit. As long as there are still leaves on it, I can attack without end. As for how many I can fire at once, I can currently shoot around twenty." Tang San explained to Tang Hao.
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