Absorbing the Divine Talent Soul Ring, Li Taibai Arrives

The process of Qian Renxue absorbing the spirit ring was exceptionally smooth, without the slightest obstruction.

In a mere half-hour, she incorporated a God-Given Spirit Ring into her body, the ring shifting from white to yellow, purple, black, and finally elevating to—one hundred thousand years, red!

Immediately following, at Chen Qingxuan's signal, she absorbed a second God-Given Spirit Ring, ultimately reaching a limit of one hundred and fifty thousand years!

Qian Daoliu stood to the side, his eyes glowing with excitement as his hands trembled slightly.

Starting with a one-hundred-thousand-year spirit ring as a foundation—such a beginning was unique across the entire Douluo Continent! The glory of the Angel clan was within reach!

Qian Renxue looked down at the two stacked red spirit rings at her feet, her brows furrowed slightly.

Her cultivation had climbed from the early stage of the first level of Qi Refining to the late stage before coming to a sudden halt, with the excess power pouring entirely into her flesh and soul, granting them only a slight improvement.

"Master~" Qian Renxue pouted. "Why can't I enter the state of perfection? My body and soul have only strengthened by a small margin."

Chen Qingxuan said indifferently, "You have absorbed the Angel God Armor and two one-hundred-thousand-year spirit rings; your body has already reached the first level of the Mountain Moving Realm, and your strength has increased to one hundred and eight thousand catties."

"An ordinary cultivator at the early stage of the first level of the Mountain Moving Realm possesses only ten thousand catties of force; you are already more than ten times that."

"Your cultivation is rising too quickly, so it is common for your realm to hit a bottleneck. Polish your foundation for three months, and you will naturally break through."

"Polish my foundation? How do I do that?" Qian Renxue tilted her head, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders.

Chen Qingxuan raised his hand to draw a circle, and the spiritual energy within the hall swirled accordingly. "Continuously release your Qi, then absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to replenish it. Repeat this cycle for three months, and success will come naturally."

Qian Renxue suddenly realized, nodding her head. "Oh, so that's how it is. Xue'er understands now."

Qian Daoliu took out the crystal ball once more.

"Xiaoxue, test your spirit power again."

Qian Renxue complied, extending her left hand to press her palm against the crystal ball. The light gauge jumped rapidly from bottom to top, finally settling at the twenty-eighth mark.

"Twenty-eight levels!" Qian Daoliu laughed heartily. "Eight levels in a single day! Good! Very good!"

Just at this moment, a clear, resonant recitation drifted in from outside the hall, every word crisp and rounded, carrying a sense of uninhibited freedom:

"The Zhao guest adjusts his silk hat strings, the Wu hook shines like frost and snow.

The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, galloping like a shooting star."

The voice traveled from afar, drawing near with a unique rhythm.

"Something interesting has arrived." A meaningful smile curled the corners of Chen Qingxuan's mouth. Before his words had even faded, his figure transformed into a streak of azure light, sinking into the center of Qian Renxue's brow.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu's expression remained calm; he did not speak.

Over these past days, he had gathered from Xiaoxue's subtle hints that this mysterious senior was merely a remnant soul.

Yet, even a mere remnant soul possessed such heaven-defying abilities; if he were to recover to his peak...

He dared not dwell on it.

Qian Renxue touched the center of her brow and looked curiously toward the hall entrance, muttering, "Master, who is this person? To dare shout and recite in the Worship Hall, and you don't even discipline him."

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu smiled gently, his eyes filled with a hint of anticipation. "Xiaoxue, you will know in a moment."

The recitation sounded once more, carrying an air of slaughter, yet concealing a touch of detachment:

"Ten steps to kill one man, a thousand miles without leaving a trace.

When the deed is done, brush off one's clothes and leave, hiding one's name and fame."

As the words fell, a white shadow stepped gracefully into the Worship Hall.

The newcomer was a youth dressed in a moon-white long robe, a primitive long sword hanging at his waist, the sword tassel swaying gently with his stride. On the other side hung a wine gourd, its mouth plugged with red cloth, exuding a sense of casual ease.

His features were handsome, his brow carrying a hint of wild, uninhibited spirit, yet his eyes were as sharp as a blade. As they swept across the hall, they finally landed on Qian Renxue.

Li Taibai looked at the young girl before him—golden hair like a waterfall, golden eyes like glaze, skin fairer than snow. Though young, she already displayed a peerless beauty, her entire being wreathed in a faint, sacred aura.

He praised her inwardly: Truly beautiful. This must be Qian Renxue. Choosing the Worship Hall was definitely the right move; she's much more exciting than Hu Liena.

"Teacher, who is this?" Li Taibai withdrew his gaze, bowed to Qian Daoliu, and asked with feigned confusion.

Qian Daoliu laughed. "This is my granddaughter, Qian Renxue. This is my closing disciple, Li Taibai. Xiaoxue, you should have heard his name."

Every time Porcupinefish Douluo returned from outside, he would inquire about the movements of the younger generation in Martial Soul City.

This Li Taibai, along with Ling Feng and Ye Fan, were known as the "Martial Soul Hall Trio," their reputation crushing the so-called Golden Trio. There was no reason for Xiaoxue not to know him.

A perfectly measured look of surprise appeared on Li Taibai's face as he bowed to Qian Renxue, his tone hearty. "So it is Her Highness Qian Renxue. This Humble One is Li Taibai. I have long heard of Your Highness's extraordinary talent; seeing you today, it is truly well-deserved."

Qian Renxue looked him up and down and nodded. "I know you. You, Ling Feng, and Ye Fan are called the Martial Soul Hall Trio. You're much stronger than that so-called Golden Trio of Martial Soul Hall."

Li Taibai laughed heartily and waved his hand. "Your Highness is too kind; they are but empty titles."

"Compared to the Angel bloodline Your Highness carries, our meager skills are not worth mentioning." While he remained humble in speech, he was secretly assessing Qian Renxue's potential.

Immediately following, Li Taibai chanted in his heart: "System, bind to Qian Renxue."

Qian Renxue would become a god in the future and was the Young Master of Martial Soul Hall; her status and talent were both top-tier. Binding to her would surely bring a massive amount of points.

However, the expected binding prompt did not appear. Instead, a series of piercing alarms rang out in his mind:

"Binding failed! Error! Error!"

"Binding failed! Error! Error!"

The smile on Li Taibai's face stiffened, and a surge of deep astonishment welled up in his heart.

Ever since this System had transmigrated with him, it had never once failed. How could it fail to bind today? And why were there continuous error reports?

Inside the Sea of Consciousness of Qian Renxue.

Chen Qingxuan extended a finger and gently grasped a strand of light that was twisting frantically.

The light was as thin as a hair and flickered with a faint silver glow. One end was connected to Li Taibai in the outside world, while the other was attempting to burrow into the depths of Qian Renxue's soul, only to be held firmly in Chen Qingxuan's grip.

Qian Renyou emerged from the side, her silver hair and purple eyes fixed curiously on the strand of light. "Master, what is this? It looks so strange, and it won't stop moving."

"This is a Karmic Thread." Chen Qingxuan moved his fingertips, and the light ceased its struggle. "As long as it binds to you, the other party can continuously siphon away your destiny."

"Is this thing that powerful?" Qian Renyou widened her purple eyes in surprise. "Wouldn't that be very dangerous?"

Chen Qingxuan smiled, a trace of disdain in his eyes. "This is a product of a System, so naturally, it has some tricks."

"What is a System?" Qian Renyou pressed, her little head filled with curiosity.

"A System is an artifact used by high-level cultivators to collect the origin power of various worlds; most are spiritual artifacts."

Chen Qingxuan explained, "Spiritual artifacts are divided into nine ranks. This System of Li Taibai's is merely a first-rank spiritual artifact, not worth mentioning."