It's Because of Luck

Martial Soul Hall, Li Pu's residence.

As the mastermind behind the entire affair, Li Pu had not expected that a simple change to the plot would trigger such a massive chain reaction. Not only was Tang Hao now reviled by everyone, but it wasn't enough that he was with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast; he had actually gone on to kill members of his own sect.

It could be said that Tang Hao was truly destined to become "Tang Waste."

I wonder if, when Tang San brings Xiao Wu to launch a counterattack on Martial Soul Hall, you bunch of idiots will still be there to support him.

The original story was just like that; the heads of the major organizations were like fools, never feeling that it was abnormal for Tang San to be lovey-dovey with a soul beast.

It was indeed "normal," for Tang San was destined to become a god. In the presence of a god, who would dare say otherwise?

After all, strength was the deciding factor; you had no choice but to submit!

They could only follow Tang San blindly, especially since they shared common enemies and could maintain or even carve up more benefits.

Placed in the current situation, without absolute strength, having a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast as a lover was a fatal error.

No one would think their love was earth-shattering or moving.

Just then, a servant came to invite him: "Elder Li, the Great Elder requests your presence!"

"The Great Elder wants to see me? Very well."

Li Pu didn't care why Qian Daoliu was looking for him; he would just go.

Walking up the steps of the Worship Hall, he saw Little Qian Renxue from afar. When she spotted Li Pu, the joy on her face was irrepressible, and she waved her little hands.

"Brother Li Pu!"

"Xue'er."

Li Pu raised his hand, smiling in response.

Little Qian Renxue trotted over and suddenly leaped toward him. Li Pu had no choice but to reach out and catch her before setting her down.

"It seems our Xue'er is very happy today!"

Little Qian Renxue nodded. "Of course, and I have to thank you, Brother Li Pu."

"What for?" Li Pu asked.

Little Qian Renxue directly revealed her soul rings. Three deep purple soul rings appeared, circling her like hula hoops. Li Pu seemed to understand something.

"Thanks to the inner core you gave me, Brother Li Pu, my first two soul rings have also increased in age," Little Qian Renxue said, looking very happy and proud.

"Did you distribute some of the energy to them while absorbing and refining that inner core? I won't even ask about the attributes of the first two rings; that's just my guess," Li Pu said.

Little Qian Renxue giggled. "As expected of Brother Li Pu, you knew even without anyone telling you. But this isn't a problem, is it?"

When Little Qian Renxue broke through to level thirty and consumed the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent's inner core, she had boldly experimented by injecting the energy into her already absorbed soul rings. Problems arose at first, with the danger of them exploding, but it soon stabilized as if she had mastered some kind of method.

Only when the energy in the last two rings reached a limit she couldn't surpass did she begin absorbing her third soul ring. She was just a hair's breadth away from making the third ring reach ten thousand years.

"You really are bold. If something had gone wrong, aren't you afraid your grandfather would have slaughtered me?" Li Pu laughed helplessly. Given how much the people of Douluo doted on their granddaughters, Li Pu didn't doubt for a second that Qian Daoliu would forgive her and come straight for him with the Heaven Measuring Sword to hack him to pieces.

"He wouldn't. With me here, Grandfather would never do that," Little Qian Renxue promised, hands on her hips.

"You're lucky you managed to pull it off. If you ever research how to self-condense soul rings, you'll be the greatest miracle in the history of the continent," Li Pu laughed.

In any case, Qian Renxue possessed great fortune; she was, after all, the successor to the Angel God. She was just far behind Tang San, otherwise, she wouldn't have needed only a portion of an inner core to increase the age of her first two rings.

But after this, could she still go to the Heaven Dou Empire to execute the plan to steal the country?

Probably. After all, the ability of the Angel God's head bone could change even a martial soul; changing the color of a soul ring shouldn't be a problem.

Besides, soul ring age was just something to bluff people with before becoming a god, or perhaps a sign of better potential for godhood. Once they became gods, they would all turn into god rings anyway.

When Little Qian Renxue heard about self-condensing soul rings, she asked, "But no matter what, condensing a soul ring requires enough energy, just like the inner core you gave me."

Li Pu naturally knew that, but he vaguely remembered that the source of Tang San's fifth soul ring was himself—the Blue Silver King helped him condense it, and it could even increase in age along with his cultivation. Theoretically, a soul master could condense their own soul rings; Tang San just hadn't noticed it and eventually forgot.

If he could notice it and use it to serve the masses, people might look at him with a bit more respect.

However, given Tang San's personality, he probably wouldn't hand it over. Of course, no one else would either; it was equivalent to a sect's ultimate treasure. How could it be given away so easily?

He wasn't some eccentric transmigrator from another world who would just photocopy ten thousand copies of the Evil-Warding Sword Technique and scatter them across the world.

Come to think of it, if this secret technique were the Mysterious Heaven Skill, Tang San would have stolen it to learn without a moment's hesitation.

His logic would be: I am so gifted, and the sect rules say outer disciples can't learn it, so I'll steal it. If I'm caught, I'll just kill myself—that'll show them.

Li Pu didn't think Tang San's suicide was to uphold the Tang Sect's rules; he feared the sect would change its rules for him, meaning future disciples could steal techniques without consequence. He was simply afraid of the Tang Sect's cruel punishments and wanted a quick way out.

"Take it slow. I'm also researching this topic, though it might be a long and unsolvable process. As for you, don't experiment on yourself anymore. There are plenty of prisoners in Martial Soul Hall; using them for experiments is much better," Li Pu said, patting Qian Renxue's little head.

"Mm!"

"I have to go find your grandfather now; he has something to discuss with me."

"Alright, then I won't disturb you. I'm going to find Auntie."

Little Qian Renxue skipped away to find Bibi Dong. Li Pu watched her retreating figure. It wasn't that Bibi Dong fully accepted Qian Renxue now, but she no longer loathed her as she once did.

Entering the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu had been waiting for him for a long time.

Regarding the turmoil in his old friend Tang Chen's sect, Qian Daoliu naturally knew this was not something his foolish son could have conceived. It was only after investigating that he realized it was because of Li Pu.

"Great Elder."

Li Pu gave him some face and offered a greeting.

"Don't be so stiff." Qian Daoliu beckoned him over to have some tea.

"Then should I call you Old Otaku?" Li Pu asked with an expression of pure innocence.

Qian Daoliu nearly spat out the tea he had just sipped.

"This old man is the Great Pontiff, not some Old Otaku."

"That's not what you said."

"Forget it, I was hoping you'd call me Grandfather."

"As a support-type Spirit Master, how could I possibly have such an honor?"

Li Pu couldn't tell what this old man was actually trying to do.

"I wonder what the Great Pontiff truly wants with me. Is it about Xue'er's spirit ring, or something else..."