Descendants of Guangling, Zhengtian Academy (Seeking Recommendation Tickets, Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Inside the Mixed Zone, five days later.

It had been five days since Ye Que ventured deep into the Mixed Zone of the Star Dou Forest to hunt soul beasts.

In these past few days, he hadn't encountered any suitable soul beasts; instead, he had been attacked by several ten-thousand-year soul beasts working in tandem, though he had managed to escape danger each time without incident.

This Star Dou Forest was truly filled with peril at every turn.

Fortunately, the speed of the Six-Winged Angel in the sky exceeded imagination, allowing him to evade danger time and time again.

But he couldn't keep going like this; if he kept failing to find a suitable soul beast, the longer he stayed, the more dangerous it would become.

Should he venture a little deeper?

But soon, Ye Que dismissed the thought, calmed his restless emotions, built a fire on the spot, and placed a skinned Soft Bone Rabbit over the flames.

Before long, the aroma of roasted meat began to permeate the air.

As Ye Que ate the rabbit meat, he grumbled, "It's all your fault, you rabbit. You've brought disaster upon the soul beast clan; you deserve to be roasted every single day."

Yet, just as he was complaining, the faint sound of footsteps drifted from the dense forest nearby.

Ye Que didn't pay it any mind, sitting calmly to continue his breakfast.

It was normal to encounter soul masters hunting for soul rings in the Star Dou Forest, nothing to be surprised about; he might even run into people from Shrek.

"Little ones, let's sit down and rest for a moment to grab a bite!"

An old, authoritative voice came from ahead, and a soul-hunting squad appeared within Ye Que's line of sight.

Ye Que looked up, swept his gaze over the group, and frowned.

Weren't these people from Zhengtian Academy of the Heaven Dou Empire?

Ye Wuqing, Tang Xiaolei, Shangguan Can, Yu Mengdi—a descendant of the Angel Legion—and a ninety-fourth-ranked Titled Douluo who looked like a small child.

At the same time, the Zhengtian Academy team also looked toward Ye Que.

The Titled Douluo leading the group spoke up: "Is this little brother also here to hunt for a soul ring? Since we happen to be passing by, let's all have breakfast together."

The man didn't look very tall, but he wore a blue coat and looked remarkably like an old acquaintance from the Martial Soul Hall of ten thousand years ago; even his voice sounded like a child's.

Ye Que made some space and said, "Sit."

"Many thanks, little brother. This old man is Guangyu Douluo. May I ask your name and which academy you hail from?" the Titled Douluo asked.

Guangyu Douluo... Ye Que replied, "This junior has never entered any academy; I haven't even graduated from a primary soul master academy."

Guangyu Douluo frowned, scrutinizing Ye Que while forcing a kind smile onto his face.

Such dense holy energy, a rare Angel martial soul, and he couldn't even detect the boy's soul power.

A young genius like this, and he wasn't in an academy?

He was genuinely puzzled.

However, with others present, Guangyu Douluo didn't dwell on it too much. He sat down with his team to warm up and took out prepared ingredients to cook a simple meal.

Ye Que sat to one side, silently eating his roasted meat.

However, Ye Wuqing, Yu Mengdi, and Tang Xiaolei kept their eyes fixed on the Angel Holy Sword at Ye Que's waist.

That was the unique mark of the Angel clan; the sword was the symbol of the martial soul.

The handsome blonde youth before them was actually an Angel soul master just like Yu Mengdi, though they didn't know if he was a two-winged angel or a Holy Angel.

While eating a flatbread, Yu Mengdi asked in a low voice, "Little brother, are you also an Angel soul master?"

Ye Que did not deny it and nodded.

When members of the Angel clan met, there was a sense of mutual affinity, so there was no need for deliberate sensing.

Besides, this Yu Mengdi, who looked a year or two older than him, didn't seem to have any ill intent.

"What a coincidence."

A bright smile appeared on Yu Mengdi's face as she continued, "I am an Angel soul master too, though only a two-winged one. I wonder how many wings you have."

This time, Ye Que did not speak.

Guangyu Douluo glared at his disciple, then turned to apologize to Ye Que: "Little brother, please don't be offended. My disciple is of the Angel clan, but she has suffered a difficult fate; her entire family was wiped out by evil soul masters when she was young. To this day, she has seen fewer than five people with an Angel martial soul, which is why she is so excited to see you."

"I understand..."

Ye Que sighed and continued, "Because my own experience when I was weak was much like hers. We were all left displaced and wandering the world after our families were slaughtered by evil soul masters."

Once these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the squad soured.

The meat in the mouths of Ye Wuqing and the others became difficult to swallow, stuck in their throats.

Only tragic experiences could truly evoke empathy, and the tragedy of the Angel clan was universally acknowledged.

Whenever an Angel soul master was encountered, they invariably harbored a blood feud against evil soul masters.

The restraining nature of their martial souls meant they had stood on opposing sides since birth—it was either you die or I live.

Guangyu Douluo sighed: "Little brother, it seems you are also a descendant of the Angel Legion. You must have suffered greatly over these years. If you don't mind, this old man can bring you along to hunt for your soul ring."

Ye Que waved his hand and said, "I appreciate the senior's kindness, but there are some things that must be done by oneself. Our lineage cannot rely on others."

Guangyu Douluo nodded in appreciation.

This youth was truly worthy of the Angel clan; his temperament alone surpassed that of many others.

Beside them, Yu Mengdi silently wiped away a tear.

Her mother had said those very words to her when her martial soul awakened at the age of six.

Their lineage no longer had a true god, so they could not rely on others.

Yu Mengdi spoke up immediately: "Little Brother, Senior Guangyu is a good man and shares our lineage. His martial soul is..."

She talked for a long time but could not bring herself to finish the sentence.

Guangyu looked at Ye Que and smiled: "Little Brother, I don't intend to keep it from you any longer. My martial soul is inherited from the line of Guang Ling Douluo from ten thousand years ago, and it is called the Blazing Feather Divine Bow."

"Counting it up, our predecessors were of the same family, so you need not be so formal."

A descendant of Guang Ling!

Ye Que raised an eyebrow, sizing up this old fellow who looked somewhat like an old urchin.

It seemed the rumors that descendants of Martial Soul Hall could still be found on the continent were true.

It was just that their current predicament was truly hard to bear.

Everyone here was essentially a poor soul wandering the streets.

Guangyu Douluo asked with a smile: "Little Brother, can you talk about your situation now? If possible, as people of the same lineage, we can help one another."

Ye Que immediately bowed and replied: "This junior is Ye Que, a descendant of the Angel Legion. I am currently at level 40 soul power and intend to obtain my fourth soul ring. My martial soul is the Six... Six-Winged Angel."

As soon as these words fell, the atmosphere in the group suddenly went quiet.

Ye Wuqing and the others stared at Ye Que, dumbfounded.

Yu Mengdi gazed at him in silence.

Guangyu's eyes widened, his breathing suddenly becoming rapid.

What had they just heard?

A Six-Winged Angel martial soul?

To think that on this Douluo Continent, there still existed a Six-Winged Angel martial soul inherited from the Qian family line—was the heavens playing a joke on them!

Ever since the Angel God Qian Renxue fell, there had been no innate Six-Winged Angels in the world, only titled Angel Douluos.

But now, a possessor of the Six-Winged Angel had appeared right before their eyes.

Guangyu Douluo asked excitedly: "Little Brother, are you truly a Six-Winged Angel martial soul? You aren't joking with me, are you?"

He was so agitated he lost his composure, gripping Ye Que's hand tightly.

As a descendant of the enshrined lineage, no one knew what this meant to him.

Yu Mengdi also asked: "Little Brother, are you really?"