Don't Let the Rat's Nest Mountains Go Either

The drop rate for a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone is one hundred percent, and the bone dropped is always one the user does not yet possess. Bibi Dong having seven soul bones across her body is hardly worth mentioning; after all, could the Martial Soul Hall's soul bone reserves possibly be inferior to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's?

Tang Chen possessed only one martial soul and a single hundred thousand year ninth soul ring. He only had one chance at a guaranteed soul bone drop, yet he was fully equipped with six soul bones. Given Tang Chen's talent and his pride, it was absolutely impossible for him to have absorbed any soul bone under ten thousand years, as that would have been a waste of his own potential.

With Tang Chen already possessing six premium soul bones, he only had one opportunity for a guaranteed soul bone drop when hunting a soul beast for a ring. It is impossible that Tang Zhen, the contemporary sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, did not possess soul bones. Under these circumstances, how could the Clear Sky Sect still have three top-tier soul bones to pass down?

Based on all these deductions, unless the Tang family's luck was off the charts and their soul bone drop rate from hunting beasts far exceeded that of other soul masters, there could be no other possibility than the mass slaughter of soul beasts to obtain soul bones, using quantitative change to force qualitative change.

Qian Renxue could not think that far ahead. Knowing that Tang Hao had slaughtered soul beasts on a massive scale to obtain soul bones, and hearing that Tang Chen also possessed six, she was biased into believing that Tang Chen had done the same. A look of extreme disgust and revulsion appeared in her eyes. "The Tang family are truly a pack of wolf bandits in human skin, creatures with filthy bloodlines who have brought this destruction upon themselves."

The Tang family rats used to distract the affiliated clans numbered only a few dozen, and the Strength Clan had fewer than five hundred members. Facing the fury of nearly four thousand five hundred members of the affiliated clans—among whom were groups like the Breaking Clan, whose offensive power and frontal combat capabilities far exceeded their cultivation realms—the outcome was sealed.

The few dozen rats were slaughtered in an instant. Nearly five hundred members of the Strength Clan, regardless of age or gender, all had an arm severed. Many stubborn Strength Clan members died in the siege, while others had both arms severed during the onslaught.

Blood flowed down the stone steps, staining the entrance of the Clear Sky Sect, and the cool air was permeated with the stench of blood.

Ning Fengzhi watched this scene, his heart bleeding as he realized that Martial Soul Hall had swallowed the Clear Sky Sect's affiliated clans without shedding a drop of their own blood, while simultaneously forcing those clans to form a blood feud with the Clear Sky Sect, ensuring they would have to defect to Martial Soul Hall. He closed his eyes in pain, but when he opened them again, all the sorrow had been reined in. He stepped forward with a face full of congratulations, lest Qian Daoliu find an excuse to strike at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Congratulations to Senior Qian Daoliu for eradicating these human traitors of the Clear Sky Sect and seizing their affiliated clans. You have minimized the consumption of the soul master world's vital strength. Senior Qian Daoliu's benevolence and wisdom have truly opened Ning's eyes."

"With a titan of the soul master world like Qian Daoliu in existence, the peace of the soul master world is secure."

Chrysanthemum Douluo's tone was somewhat playful. "Enough, enough, Ning Fengzhi. Stop with the bootlicking; aren't you ashamed to hear yourself? This Seat heard that you were the one who loved to talk about the Upper Three Sects being of one mind and one branch."

Ning Fengzhi's face did not flush, nor did his heart race. "Not at all, not at all. Everything Ning does is for the stability of the soul master world. In the past, it was Ning who was blinded, actually being of one mind with this bunch of human traitors from the Clear Sky Sect—beasts who are heartless and unrighteous, abandoning even their own kin. From this day forward, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect shall honor Martial Soul Hall above all and assist Martial Soul Hall in stabilizing the soul master world."

Qian Daoliu sized Ning Fengzhi up, his eyes narrowing slightly. Ning Fengzhi was indeed extraordinary. If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had inherited a powerful combat-type martial soul to go along with that brain of his, there was likely no sect that could have snatched the title of the world's number one sect away from them.

At this moment, at the entrance of the Clear Sky Sect.

Tai Tan knelt on the ground, his face twisted in agony, his right hand clutching his blood-soaked left shoulder. His eyes, filled with bloodshot veins, stared at Yang Wudi, who stood holding the Soul Breaking Spear with two yellow, two purple, and four black soul rings circling his feet. Tai Tan roared, "Yang Wudi, our brotherhood ends here! When the Master reaches his peak, he will surely avenge me! By then, I will be standing behind the Master, laughing as I watch the end of you and the Breaking Clan!"

"Whatever."

Yang Wudi swept a look of pity over Tai Tan, put away his Soul Breaking Spear, and turned around, trotting eagerly toward Qian Daoliu. He cupped his hands, his heart filled with anticipation. "Great Elder, I have fulfilled my mission."

A purple light shone, and a faint, rich fragrance permeated the air. Yang Wudi's nose twitched, and he subconsciously looked up, his gaze fixed obsessively on the flower—it was a large, pale pink flower without leaves, with a stem about three feet long and a blossom up to a foot in diameter. The petals were as clear and translucent as crystal, and the stamen was pale purple, shaped like a purple diamond.

This flower was none other than the Aromatic Silk Beauty that the Breaking Clan had dreamed of finding for generations!

"The Breaking Clan has studied the way of alchemy deeply, and Yue Guan has a profound understanding of rare treasures. In the future, you shall be responsible for the pharmacological aspects of Martial Soul Hall."

Qian Daoliu flicked his hand, tossing the Aromatic Silk Beauty out. Yang Wudi caught it in a hurry, his eyes wide as copper bells, staring fixedly at the Aromatic Silk Beauty. If not for Qian Daoliu's presence, he likely would have had a fit of madness right then and there.

"Yue Guan."

Chrysanthemum Douluo cupped his hands: "Present!"

"Next, you will lead the Breaking Clan and the Speed Clan three hundred miles east of Heaven Dou City to wipe out the remaining affiliated forces of the Clear Sky Sect. Follow the instructions I gave you earlier."

"As you command, Great Elder."

"Gui Mei, Salas."

Ghost Douluo cupped his hands: "Great Elder."

"Great Elder, Your Excellency."

Salas was flattered, never expecting that the Great Elder Qian Daoliu would know his name.

"Gui Mei, Salas, you will join the Holy Maiden and the Young Master in leading the remaining affiliated clans of our Martial Soul Hall to clear out everything of value left in the Clear Sky Mountain Range. Bring the affiliated clans to Martial Soul City and assign them their new settlements."

"As you command, Great Elder."

"Understood, Grandfather."

Qian Renxue held her head high and chest out. Having witnessed Qian Daoliu take down the Clear Sky Sect's affiliated clans with just a few words, and hearing Ning Fengzhi's flattery, the figure of Qian Daoliu in her mind became infinitely tall and majestic. He was a person who embodied wisdom, strength, handsomeness, kindness, and benevolence... all the beautiful virtues in one. She had to learn well from her grandfather.

Logically speaking, the two tasks were clearly aimed at the Clear Sky Sect's hidden location, and having Qian Renxue follow along would allow her to grow better. It was not that Qian Daoliu did not know this, but he did not trust Qian Renxue's brain; if he taught her too much at once, she would end up learning a bit of everything and mastering nothing, which would be useless.

Give her a certain amount of training, then have her cultivate quickly. Once her cultivation breaks through to the Soul Saint realm, she can open the Angel God Trial and inherit the Angel Godhood—that is all there is to it. There is no need for so much fuss.

What? Opening the Angel God Trial at the Soul Saint realm is too early, and the foundation might be unstable? Who cares about that? Becoming a god quickly is the priority. So what if the foundation is unstable? As long as she can be invincible on the continent, she can slowly cultivate later to solidify her foundation.

After distributing all the tasks, Qian Daoliu soared into the air and headed toward Holy Soul Village.