Castorice Gets Jealous, The Plot Is About to Begin

She no longer mentioned Bibi Dong.

Only occasionally, in the dead of night, would she stare blankly into the darkness.

Qian Anci knew, but he never pointed it out.

On the day he broke through to level thirty, Qian Anci once again headed to the Star Dou Great Forest alone.

Beside the Lake of Life, Gu Yuena was already waiting.

Her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, her bare feet resting on the lakeside grass, her gaze as gentle as water.

"Anci, your aura is much deeper than it was last time."

Qian Anci bowed respectfully.

"Sister, I have reached level thirty."

Gu Yuena smiled slightly.

"Then I shall give you a gift."

She raised her hand, and the lake surged as a massive black shadow slowly rose from the depths.

It was a giant turtle, its entire body pitch-black.

Its form was immense, and the shell on its back encased its body tightly like a shield.

"A Nether Dragon Turtle, a subspecies of the Dragon Clan that feeds on wandering souls," Gu Yuena's voice was calm. "Its cultivation is thirty-eight thousand years."

A sharp light flickered in Qian Anci's eyes.

Another soul beast perfectly attuned to death!

"Many thanks, Sister."

He sat cross-legged, the Scythe of Death coalescing in his palm.

Gu Yuena raised her hand, and the ferocious giant turtle, unable to even resist, was refined in an instant.

Gray-white mist intertwined with the soul ring, slowly merging into one under the reflection of the Lake of Life.

The third soul ring was complete.

The third soul skill of the Scythe of Death: Yellow Springs Ferry.

Wherever the blade passes, it can summon the waters of the Yellow Springs from the underworld to erode the vitality of all things.

Those struck will suffer a continuous drain of soul power, and their wounds will refuse to heal until their life force is exhausted and they perish.

The third soul skill of the Shadow of Pollux: Dragon Transformation.

You offer death to the dead dragon, and the dead dragon rewards you with the body of the Dragon Clan.

When Qian Anci opened his eyes, Gu Yuena nodded in satisfaction.

She stepped closer, her slender fingertips lifting his chin, a flash of surprise crossing her silver eyes.

"Anci, the bloodline within you... is becoming increasingly dense."

Qian Anci was startled: "What does Sister mean?"

"As your level continues to deepen, the Dragon Clan bloodline in your body grows more potent. Perhaps when you reach the Super Douluo realm, you will be able to restore your true form."

Qian Anci's heart tightened slightly.

He called out softly in his mind: "Castorice, what is going on?"

After a brief silence, that gentle voice echoed in the depths of his soul.

"As your soul power increases, Pollux is gradually reshaping you. It is stripping the Dragon Clan bloodline from your soul rings bit by bit and fusing it into your body. Why else did you think your third soul ring would be Dragon Transformation?"

Qian Anci's pupils constricted.

Half-dragon?

"Do not worry. This is a good thing. The physique, lifespan, and elemental affinity of the Dragon Clan will all be yours to command. And..."

She paused, a hint of a smile in her tone.

"Doesn't this also make your Silver Dragon King sister dote on you even more?"

Qian Anci was speechless.

How had he not noticed that Castorice's words had been carrying a sour tone lately?

He looked up, meeting Gu Yuena's complex silver eyes.

"Regardless of anything else, you are my younger brother," Gu Yuena said softly. "Go now, and cultivate well. Sister will be waiting for you here."

Three years later.

Martial Soul City, Saint Son Palace.

As the morning light spilled in, Qian Anci sat cross-legged, Death Qi slowly circulating around his body.

Three soul rings rose from beneath his feet: purple, black, black.

He could feel that the barrier blocking him before level forty had become as thin as a cicada's wing.

He only needed a catalyst to step into the realm of a Soul Ancestor.

"Your Highness." Outside the palace doors, the voice of Ya Yi rang out, "The Great Elder has issued an order for you to proceed to the Worship Hall."

Qian Anci slowly opened his eyes, rose to adjust his robes, and stepped out.

Inside the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu stood before the window with his hands behind his back.

"Grandfather."

Qian Daoliu turned around, his gaze falling upon him with great satisfaction.

"Level thirty-nine."

"Yes."

Qian Daoliu took a letter from his sleeve and handed it to him.

"The Heaven Dou Empire branch has sent word that a group of fallen soul masters is causing chaos. The leader's strength is roughly at the Soul Saint level, and he has a dozen or so subordinates under him."

His voice was low and deep.

"Grandfather wants you to take Ya Yi and make a trip there."

Qian Anci took the token, its surface cold to the touch.

"Why me?"

"Because you need a catalyst." Qian Daoliu's gaze was burning. "Level thirty-nine to forty cannot be broken through by shutting yourself away. Real combat, combat between life and death, is the fastest path."

He paused.

"Furthermore, as the Saint Son of our Martial Soul Hall, you also need to carve out a reputation for yourself across the continent."

Qian Anci's eyes flickered.

Combat between life and death, was it?

Although his combat experience was no longer inferior to that of Ya Yi and the others, he had yet to see blood on his own hands.

"Grandson understands."

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly. "Go. Pack simply and depart immediately."

Qian Anci bowed respectfully and exited the hall.

He did not return to the Saint Son Palace, but instead turned toward the residence of Qian Renxue.

The palace doors were left ajar, and he knocked lightly a few times.

"Come in." Qian Renxue's voice drifted from within.

Qian Anci pushed the door open and entered to see her sitting by the window, holding an ancient tome, her golden hair draped casually over her shoulders.

"Leaving?" She raised her eyes to look at Qian Anci, her expression calm.

"Yes." Qian Anci walked to her side. "Heading to the Heaven Dou Empire to hunt down a group of fallen soul masters."

Qian Renxue closed the book and asked, "How long?"

"Half a month at the fastest, a month at the slowest."

"Oh." She responded softly and set the book aside. "Be careful."

"Is Sister worried about me?"

"Who is worried about you?" Qian Renxue turned her face away, looking out the window. "I'm just afraid you won't finish what you promised me."

Qian Anci watched Qian Renxue quietly.

"I will return."

Qian Renxue's fingers paused slightly.

"...As you wish."

Qian Anci turned to leave, but her voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Anci."

"Yes?"

"Stay safe."

Qian Anci's footsteps faltered; he did not turn back, but waved his hand behind him.

"I will."

He exited the palace gates and immediately headed toward the main gate of Martial Soul City.

Ya Yi was already waiting outside the city gate, wrapped in a black robe, his gaunt face revealing no emotion.

"Your Highness."

"Let's go."

Meanwhile, inside the Worship Hall.

The hall doors were pushed open, and Qian Xunji stepped inside, his face bearing an irrepressible excitement.

"Father."

Qian Daoliu did not turn around.

"What is it?"

Qian Xunji walked to his side and lowered his voice.

"At the border of the Heaven Dou Empire, I have discovered a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that is about to give birth."

Qian Daoliu's palm paused slightly.

"A hundred-thousand-year one?"

"Yes. A Blue Silver Emperor that has already transformed into human form. She has coupled with a Spirit Douluo from the Clear Sky Sect named Tang Hao and is now pregnant, nearing her time. Had this pregnancy not leaked her aura, our men would not have discovered her so quickly."

He paused for a moment.

"That Tang Hao is merely a Spirit Douluo; I intend to personally lead men to hunt down this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. However..."

"However what?"

"However, that Blue Silver Emperor is protected by Tang Hao, and the Clear Sky Hammer possesses formidable power. This journey will likely take some time." Qian Xunji said in a deep voice, "During the time I am away, the Martial Soul Hall... I must trouble Father to manage it temporarily."