Six Years Later, Encountering the Two Titles of Sword Bone

Inside the carriage, Gu Qingshan leaned against the cushions, chewing on a Blue Silver Leaf while gazing aimlessly out the window.

Six years had passed.

Now twelve and a half years old, he had grown nearly as tall as Bibi Dong. His features had matured from youthful softness into handsome, sharp-angled adolescent lines.

Twelve and a half years old, Soul Power Level 70, vitality 50,000, damage reflection ratio 110%.

Fifth Soul Skill, Defensive Stance: Raise a shield to defend the front, significantly reducing damage.

Sixth Soul Skill, Heroic Leap: Leap to a target area, dealing area-of-effect damage and slowing enemies upon landing.

He was undeniably strong, but what troubled Gu Qingshan was that the efficiency of his medicinal baths was plummeting.

Over these years, Bibi Dong had been optimizing the formula, and the toxic brew was now countless times more potent than it had been six years ago.

The problem was that his physique had become too formidable, no less than that of an ordinary Title Douluo, and the toxins now provided only negligible stimulation.

It was like feeding a dose meant for an infant to a grown man; it was almost useless.

Having grown accustomed to rapid leveling through baths, Gu Qingshan simply could not stand the thought of meditating like an ordinary person.

It was too slow—so slow that he felt it was a waste of time.

He needed a new way to level up.

Gu Qingshan leaned against the window, chewing the Blue Silver Leaf, and mentally reviewed the methods for rapidly increasing Soul Power Level on the Douluo Continent.

Godly trials were not an option for now.

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, harvested from a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, was a priceless treasure.

However, the primary effect of a soul bone on him was to boost his vitality and physique; it was ineffective for increasing his Soul Power Level, a limitation dictated by his Martial Soul.

A hundred-thousand-year soul ring was the most viable plan at present.

That rabbit...

Tang San was about his age, and according to the plot, he should be at Shrek Academy right now, with Xiao Wu there as well.

Rather than letting her go to waste on that little brat, it would be better to let her benefit him, Gu Qingshan.

All he wanted was a soul ring—a hundred-thousand-year soul ring that could help him break through his level.

As for what that little brat might think?

What did that have to do with Gu Qingshan!

"Holy Son, if it's just the two of us, is it really wise to hunt a hundred-thousand-year soul beast? The hundred-thousand-year soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest are not to be trifled with," Elder Chrysanthemum said, weighing his words.

A meaningful arc curled the corner of Gu Qingshan's mouth: "We aren't going to the Star Dou Great Forest; we are going to Shrek Academy."

Elder Chrysanthemum: "Ah? Shrek Academy? What is that? Besides the Star Dou Great Forest, where else would there be a hundred-thousand-year soul beast?"

Gu Qingshan smiled: "Elder Chrysanthemum, you may not know this, but there is a hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form at that Shrek Academy."

Elder Chrysanthemum was dumbfounded: "What? That academy has a hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form?"

However, Elder Chrysanthemum did not ask further; the Holy Son had always been mysterious and seemed to know many secrets.

The carriage continued forward.

The wheels rolled over a protruding stone on the road, and the carriage jolted.

Elder Chrysanthemum opened his eyes, his body leaning slightly forward, his gaze scanning the front with vigilance.

Gu Qingshan sensed something amiss, his spiritual power spreading outward, and then he sensed it too.

Two powerful auras—they were Title Douluo!

One was sharp as a sword, its edge fully exposed; the other was steady and heavy, as if indestructible.

The two auras were approaching rapidly, moving at high speed with undisguised hostility, aimed directly at the carriage.

The visitors were not here with good intentions!

His first reaction was: Tang Hao?

No, Tang Hao's aura was not like this.

Gu Qingshan glanced at Elder Chrysanthemum.

Elder Chrysanthemum's expression was grim: "It is the two titled experts of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect: Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong."

Gu Qingshan's brows furrowed slightly.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, a level 96 power-attack Title Douluo with the Seven Kill Sword martial soul, whose attack power ranked among the very best of all Title Douluo.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong, a level 95 defense-type Title Douluo with the Bone Dragon martial soul, possessed astonishing defensive power; it was said his bones were harder than ten-thousand-year cold iron.

The fact that these two appeared here together to block their path was significant.

Gu Qingshan's mind raced.

After the news of Martial Soul Hall establishing a Holy Son spread, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect must have felt the pressure.

Martial Soul Hall now had a clear successor, and a monstrously talented one at that, which meant that Martial Soul Hall would not decline in the coming decades but would instead grow even stronger.

For the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, this was by no means good news.

But Gu Qingshan did not expect that Ning Fengzhi would actually dare to make a move against him.

Or perhaps, was this not Ning Fengzhi's intention? Was it the personal decision of the two titled elders, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo?

Regardless, those who come are not here with good intentions.

Gu Qingshan looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo and noticed that his brows were furrowed into a deep, jagged line.

On that face caked with thick powder, there was an expression of gravity he had never seen before.

"Your Highness, the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, if a fight breaks out later, do not leave my side. Sword Douluo's attacks are too fast; my Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum might not be able to block them completely."

Gu Qingshan nodded without saying a word.

He was not particularly worried.

Chrysanthemum Douluo was now a level 96 Super Douluo. After consuming the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, his strength had greatly increased, and his combat power ranked among the best at level 96.

Sword Douluo was also level 96; the two were evenly matched in rank, so if they really fought, it was uncertain who would win or lose.

Plus, there was him.

His Thorn Shield had a 110% damage reflection ratio, which was true damage that ignored levels, ignored defense, and ignored all damage reduction effects.

As long as he dared to attack, he would have to endure 110% of the reflected damage, which would be enough to make him suffer.

Bone Douluo was of the defense type, his attack power was not strong, and his threat to him was limited.

Two against two, they had nothing to fear.

The carriage slowed to a stop, and Gu Qingshan lifted the curtain and jumped out.

Chrysanthemum Douluo followed closely behind, his expression tense.

In the middle of the official road ahead stood two people.

One was an old man in white robes with white hair and a white beard, a thin face, and eyes like lightning, radiating sharp sword intent from his entire body.

The other was exceptionally tall and thin, with sunken eye sockets, sparse hair, and the air around him faintly distorting.

The two stood left and right in the center of the road, blocking the path completely.

Chrysanthemum Douluo stepped forward, shielding Gu Qingshan behind him.

"What is the meaning of this, you two?"

Sword Douluo did not speak, his gaze passing over Chrysanthemum Douluo to land on Gu Qingshan.

Those eyes were like two unsheathed swords—sharp and cold.

Then, his brows furrowed slightly.

Level 70. A twelve-year-old level 70 Martial Soul Hall Holy Son; he truly lived up to his reputation.

Bone Douluo spoke, his voice extremely hoarse.

"So this is the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son? Truly a talent, what a pity!"

"I advise you to surrender obediently; you cannot escape."

Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression sank completely; they were indeed coming for the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had such audacity to even target the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son—were they trying to tear off the mask of civility?

That old fox Ning Fengzhi, who appeared amiable on the surface, actually dared to do such a thing behind the scenes.

"Is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect trying to start a war with Martial Soul Hall? You had better think this through clearly."