Gold of Life

At this moment, the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff Emperor paced forward, stepping toward Qiangu Zhangting, who lay slumped in the corner.

In its golden pupils, the intent to kill was undisguised.

This man had once exhausted every cruel method imaginable to force it into submission.

Now, it was time for him to pay the price.

"You... don't come any closer!"

Qiangu Zhangting struggled to crawl away, but the excruciating pain in his chest rendered him immobile; for the first time, the fear of death loomed over him with such terrifying reality.

"I am the sole heir of the Qiangu Family! If you dare to kill me, my grandfather will surely skin you alive and pull out your tendons—"

The Lion Mastiff gave a savage grin and raised its razor-sharp claws.

No!

Qiangu Zhangting's eyes were filled with despair.

He hadn't inherited the Spirit Pagoda yet, he hadn't stood at the pinnacle of the continent—how could he die here?!

Just as the claws were about to descend—

"Stop!!!"

A thunderous roar exploded like a clap of lightning!

A terrifying wave of energy erupted from thin air, sending the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff Emperor flying backward; it tumbled several times in the air before barely managing to steady itself.

A figure stood at the entrance of the Testing Chamber, appearing from nowhere.

It was an old man with white hair and a beard, his face etched with majesty.

Merely by standing there, the aura radiating from his body made the air in the room thick and heavy—the kind of presence only a true powerhouse at the peak of the continent could possess.

Qiangu Dongfeng.

The current Master of the Spirit Pagoda, a rank 98 Super Douluo, and the helmsman of the Qiangu Family.

"Who dares to harm my grandson?!" His voice was low, yet carried a heart-stopping power.

"Grandfather!" Qiangu Zhangting clutched at the lifeline as if it were a straw: "It's them! They are the ones who want to kill me! Grandfather, you must seek justice for me!"

Qiangu Dongfeng's gaze swept over Luo Yang and his two companions like a cold blade.

Leng Yaozhu and Blood Eight stepped forward simultaneously, shielding Luo Yang as they each released their soul power to resist that terrifying pressure.

"Pagoda Master Qiangu, shouldn't you clarify the sequence of events first?" Leng Yaozhu said coldly, "It was your grandson who struck first and threatened to kill."

"And so what?" Qiangu Dongfeng replied expressionlessly, "Is the life of my grandson something these outsiders can compare to?"

Hearing this, a smug, cold sneer appeared on Qiangu Zhangting's face.

With his grandfather backing him, let's see how arrogant you can be! That silver-haired woman and that damn little bastard must die!

But his smile froze the next second.

Because Blood Eight spoke.

"Qiangu Dongfeng."

Her voice was calm.

"If Luo Yang loses even a single hair today, the Blood God Legion will settle the account with the Spirit Pagoda."

The Blood God Legion?!

Qiangu Dongfeng's expression changed drastically.

Qiangu Zhangting, who had never heard of the Blood God Legion, sneered after a brief moment of confusion: "The Blood God Legion? What kind of backwater faction is that? Even the Federation's Chief Speaker has to—"

"Slap!"

A crisp, resounding slap cut him off.

Qiangu Zhangting clutched his face, looking at his grandfather in disbelief.

From childhood to now, his grandfather had never struck him!

"You fool!" Qiangu Dongfeng roared, "I've spoiled you so much over the years that you've become lawless! How dare you spout such nonsense?!"

He truly wished he could give this stupid grandson a few more slaps right now!

Being arrogant and domineering was one thing, but to be so ignorant and fearless regarding matters that touched the very foundation of power was unforgivable!

Qiangu Zhangting was stunned.

Weren't these the very things you told me?

The Qiangu Family is the number one power on the continent, and even the Federation has to watch their tone...

"My apologies." Qiangu Dongfeng turned to Luo Yang and Blood Eight, the anger on his face vanishing instantly as he said solemnly, "It is my failure in discipline. On behalf of the Spirit Pagoda, I offer... my highest respects to everyone in the Blood God Legion."

He could sit firmly in the position of Spirit Pagoda Master because, while he was overbearing and protective of his own, he was never muddled when it came to matters of great principle.

The Blood God Legion was the front line of defense against the Abyss Plane; without them, not only would the entire Spirit Pagoda face catastrophe, but the entire continent would be doomed.

Leng Yaozhu remained expressionless.

Blood Eight sneered, remaining silent.

Luo Yang suddenly had a strange feeling.

How did this plot feel a bit like Sword of Coming, which he had read in his past life? The Blood God Legion was equivalent to the Sword Qi Great Wall, and he seemed to have become Ning Yao.

Seeing that Blood Eight's expression remained unfriendly, Qiangu Dongfeng felt a jolt in his heart, knowing that if he didn't bleed a little today, it would be difficult to settle this matter.

"Since this is a conflict between juniors, I think we should let it end here."

Qiangu Dongfeng changed the subject and took a silver bracelet from his bosom.

"This is a storage Soul Tool with an internal space of one thousand cubic meters. It was originally a gift I prepared for Qiangu Zhangting; now, as an apology, I present it to this young friend."

"Grandfather!" Qiangu Zhangting grew anxious. "How can you give the Empty Silver Bracelet to—"

"Shut up!" Qiangu Dongfeng glared at him, then pushed the bracelet forward again.

Luo Yang did not take it. He merely glanced at the exquisitely crafted bracelet and spoke indifferently, "I don't like secondhand goods."

This brat... he really knows how to choke people with his words!

Qiangu Dongfeng: "..."

The corners of Leng Yaozhu's mouth twitched slightly.

Blood Eight nearly laughed out loud.

Silence lasted for a few seconds.

Qiangu Dongfeng took a deep breath, suppressing the stifled feeling in his heart.

He knew that if he didn't bring out something truly tempting today, he wouldn't be able to turn this page.

When he reached out his hand again, there was an extra object in his palm.

It was a pendant.

The main body of the pendant was a gemstone about the size of a thumbnail, presenting the deepest, most profound emerald green.

The gemstone was not cut, but rather seemed like a naturally condensed crystal of life. Just by being exposed to the air, an indescribable aura of life quietly permeated the area, making even the surrounding air seem much fresher.

Leng Yaozhu's gaze fell upon the pendant, her beautiful eyes flickering.

Blood Eight's eyes also narrowed slightly; she could feel the pure and vast life energy contained within this gemstone.

"Child." Qiangu Dongfeng felt a pang of heartache. "This item was obtained from a fortuitous encounter in my early years. It is called... Gold of Life."

Gold of Life!

Luo Yang raised an eyebrow.

"This item is extremely rare. It contains vast and gentle life force. Wearing it for a long time has the effect of nourishing the body, stabilizing one's foundation, and even nourishing the spirit."

Qiangu Dongfeng introduced it, his tone carrying a hint of reluctance.

"It is useless to me now. Please accept it, young friend, as an apology from the Spirit Pagoda."

This time, Leng Yaozhu spoke first: "Since it is the sincerity of Pagoda Master Qiangu, Luo Yang, you should accept it."

Only then did Luo Yang take the pendant.

The moment it touched his hand, a warm and vibrant energy flowed into his body through his palm, making his spirit soar.

"Then... many thanks to Pagoda Master Qiangu for the generous gift." A harmless smile appeared on Luo Yang's face. "I didn't expect to be so lucky today. Young Pagoda Master Qiangu gifted me a Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff soul spirit, and Pagoda Master Qiangu has gifted me a Gold of Life. It is truly a double blessing."

"Pfft..."

Blood Eight couldn't hold it back and nearly laughed out loud, hurriedly coughing to cover it up.

The corners of Leng Yaozhu's mouth also curled upward imperceptibly.

The veins on Qiangu Dongfeng's forehead throbbed; he felt a mouthful of old blood stifled in his chest.

This brat is definitely doing this on purpose! He's killing and then attacking the heart!

Yet, he had to force out a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Not at all... as long as you like it, child."

He didn't want to stay here for even another second; if he stayed any longer, he feared he would suffer internal injuries from anger.

"Pagoda Master Heavenly Phoenix, please entertain the distinguished guests of the Blood God Legion well. I have matters to attend to, so I shall take my leave."

After saying this, he grabbed the still-dazed Qiangu Zhangting and turned to leave.