Holy Sword Durandal

Holy Sword Durandal, a weapon created by MOTH in the Previous Era of the Honkai world to master the technology of altering macroscopic properties by manipulating microscopic particles. Durandal could manipulate microscopic particles to alter an object's structure and physical properties.

And now, this sword rested quietly within Qian Ningshuang's body.

Looking inward, Qian Ningshuang saw the rapier-like sword within her body, with its golden hilt and Seven-Colored Radiance shimmering around its guard.

Right, there was no reason Abyss Flower had become a Martial Soul while Durandal, the Holy Sword that had played such an important role in Bianka's growth, had not. It seemed her Bianka Durandal Character Template had been copied in full.

However, for some unknown reason, the Holy Sword had not become her Martial Soul. It merely remained inside her body, giving no response no matter how she tried to connect with it.

"Shuang'er, hurry and test your Innate Soul Power!"

The urgent call interrupted Qian Ningshuang's thoughts. Tian'e stood before her with an excited expression, holding a Testing Crystal.

"Right, hurry and test your Soul Power. Your big sister got so excited that I forgot."

Seeing Qian Renxue equally excited, Qian Ningshuang silently placed her hand on the Testing Crystal.

She had worried about her Martial Soul, but she had never worried about her Innate Soul Power. The Bianka Character Template could nerf anything, but there was no way it would nerf Bianka's unparalleled talent! Without that terrifying talent, could she still be called Bianka Durandal?

Yet as dazzling blue light spread across the Testing Crystal in her hand, Tian'e's expression gradually changed from excitement to astonishment.

"How is that possible? How can it only be Level Ten? How can a Martial Soul that caused a greater commotion than the Angel Martial Soul's awakening have only Level Ten!"

Watching Tian'e shout, Qian Ningshuang curled her lips.

You scared me to death. I thought my Innate Soul Power was terrible. What's wrong with Level Ten? How many years does it take for even one Level Ten to appear on the continent? Not everyone is Qian Renxue, with her god-given Level Ten Innate Soul Power. Level Ten is already the limit of human talent among Douluo, okay?

Besides, even Innate Full Soul Power had its differences. Some people had Innate Full Soul Power because that was all they could have, while others had Innate Full Soul Power because the highest possible level was only Innate Full Soul Power.

But seeing Qian Renxue looking as though her worldview had collapsed just like Tian'e's, Qian Ningshuang did not say it aloud.

"Innate Full Soul Power is already a talent beyond the reach of countless people. Xue'er is different from Shuang'er. Don't demand too much, Second Brother."

Qian Daoliu smiled as he stroked his beard and looked at Qian Ningshuang, his tone lacking Tian'e's disappointment. On the contrary, he seemed to have anticipated Qian Ningshuang's Soul Power Level long ago.

"Sigh, Big Brother, I took it for granted."

Tian'e sighed and gave a bitter smile. He had realized that not every powerful Martial Soul had an ancestor who had become a god.

Though they shared the surname Qian, Qian Ningshuang was not truly part of the Angel Family.

"Alright, Shuang'er, retract your Martial Soul. Tomorrow, I'll have Second Brother take you to obtain a Spirit Ring. Then go play with Xiao Yue. I have something to discuss with Xue'er, and I'll have her go find you afterward."

"Alright, Grandpa."

After hearing Qian Daoliu's words, Qian Ningshuang retracted her Martial Soul, answered obediently, and turned toward the doors of Douluo Hall.

She had always known her place. If she was not supposed to hear something, she would not listen. It had nothing to do with closeness or distance; knowing too much merely wasted brain cells.

Knowing the original plot, she could roughly guess what it was about. As an adopted granddaughter and adopted younger sister, meddling in this matter would only leave a bad impression on Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue. Besides, she was not good at comforting or persuading others.

As Qian Ningshuang disappeared beyond the doors of Douluo Hall, Qian Renxue, who had recovered from her shock at Qian Ningshuang's Martial Soul, gradually became expressionless. She had already guessed what Qian Daoliu wanted to say.

"Xue'er, you only come back with difficulty. Would you like to visit the one in Pope Hall?"

Looking at his cold-faced granddaughter, Qian Daoliu forced himself to say it. As expected, Xue'er had always been clever. How could she not guess what he wanted to say?

But there was nothing an old bone like him could do. A mother and daughter could not remain like this forever, could they? He had always tried to ease the relationship between them, though every attempt had been futile.

"There is no need. Why would I go to Pope Hall and make myself unhappy? I don't want my good mood from seeing Xiaoshuang to be ruined. Grandpa, you don't need to keep wasting your effort on this in the future either. I'm going to find Xiaoshuang. I'll go with her tomorrow when she obtains her Spirit Ring."

Watching Qian Renxue turn and leave, Qian Daoliu gave a bitter smile. As expected, it was still the same...

"Big Brother, don't trouble yourself over it. Children and grandchildren will have their own fortunes. Xue'er's matter ultimately depends on her. If she doesn't want to, there's nothing we can do."

Tian'e scratched his snow-white hair and stepped forward to offer Qian Daoliu a word of comfort.

"Sigh, Second Brother, go make preparations as well. The Spirit Beasts Shuang'er needs cannot be found in Soul Hunting Forest. We will have to make a trip to Star Dou Great Forest."

As Tian'e disappeared from Douluo Hall, Qian Daoliu turned to look at the sacred Angel God statue within the hall.

At the same time, a deep, powerful voice sounded in Qian Daoliu's mind.

"Stop overthinking it. This is not something that can be resolved just because one side lowers its head. If what you said is correct, Xiao Liuer, and the current Pope called Bibi Dong has inherited the Rakshasa God's divine seat, then this matter cannot be settled peacefully. In the end, blades will have to meet blades. I know all too well what Rakshasa is."

"God Ancestor, you're awake? Has your condition improved? And what is this about Rakshasa?"

Upon hearing the voice in his mind, Qian Daoliu's expression flashed with astonishment before instantly becoming incomparably respectful. Yet to outsiders, his reverence appeared to be directed entirely at the Angel God statue in the hall.

"Thanks to Shuang'er's Martial Soul awakening, most of my soul injuries have recovered. At least I am no longer in that muddled state from before. As for Rakshasa... tsk, tsk, tsk. Those mongrels from the God Realm have really stretched their hands far. I did not have enough time awake before to explain it all to you, Xiao Liuer. Now I can finally tell you properly. The God Realm has had its eyes on the fat prize that is Spirit Hall for more than a day or two. Rakshasa, a god with a deep grudge against the God Ancestor, has already extended its hand into Spirit Hall. What good end do you think Spirit Hall can possibly have?"

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu maintained his incomparably respectful expression, but his heart was already full of bitterness and grievance as he complained to the mysterious voice in his mind.

"Why? The God Ancestor already fell because of them, yet those gods still won't spare Spirit Hall? We haven't promoted the Angel faith for so many years. Do they really have to wipe us out completely?"

"It is precisely because the God Ancestor fell that they want to destroy Spirit Hall. How much power of faith across the entire continent flows toward Spirit Hall? Even if you do not promote the Angel faith, that power of faith will still rush toward the vacant Angel God's divine seat. Think for yourself, Xiao Liuer, how greedily those pieces of trash who become gods only by inheriting divine seats or through faith covet that power of faith."

"Enough. Saying more is useless. When the time comes to act, those so-called gods will not delay by even a moment. Soldiers against soldiers, water against earth. We are not without means to strike back."

"Tomorrow, Xiao Liuer, give the Setting Sun Bracelet to Shuang'er. By her side, I will recover faster. Within half a year, I should be able to condense a body and return to this world. With the power of fate's concealment around her, there will be no need to worry about the God Realm finding me. Once I can move freely again and gradually cultivate back to my strength as a First-Class God, I will still be able to hold them off until Xue'er and Shuang'er grow stronger."

"Besides, the one in Star Dou Forest likely needs Shuang'er even more than I do. We can use this to form an alliance with them. Then, unless the God Realm personally intervenes, they will have no way to do anything to Spirit Hall."

"Yes, God Ancestor."

Qian Daoliu also steadied his turbulent emotions and replied respectfully in his mind.