The Nine Trials of the Angel

Hearing this series of notifications in his mind, Qian Xunji stood stunned for a moment, followed by an irrepressible surge of ecstasy.

All soul rings increased by five thousand years? Angel affinity increased by fifteen percent right off the bat?

This wasn't a trial; this was being spoon-fed!

In the original work, Tang San had to struggle and climb stairs for a mere five-hundred-year soul ring increase during his Sea God trial, yet his own ancestor was starting him off with five thousand years! So, this hot-tempered Angel God King was actually this generous and protective of his own!

"Don't get too happy yet." The God King watched Qian Xunji's ecstatic expression, snorted, and poured a bucket of cold water on him.

"In truth, that cheap father of yours, Qian Daoliu, had already struggled through the Inheritance Secret Realm and completed the eighth Angel trial. He was only one step away from triggering the godhood inheritance when he was sabotaged by that disgusting Phantom Butterfly, causing all his efforts to fall short."

The God King looked down at him from on high: "Now that I have forcibly transferred the god trial to you, making you start over from the first trial, it isn't exactly pampering you—it's actually quite difficult. But this is a trial for you."

"After all, you aren't young anymore. If you can't even break through to become a Peerless Douluo within six years, then you might as well go back to farming."

"As for that son of yours... since he is a genius with Twin Martial Souls and has a father like you, if he can't even surpass that piece of trash who plays with hidden weapons and weeds, then he might as well give up this Angel Martial Soul!"

"I will strictly obey the God King's decree! This junior will certainly not disgrace the name of the Angel!" Qian Xunji cupped his fists solemnly, his eyes filled with absolute confidence.

With a max-level "cheat" father like himself personally guiding him, if Qian San could still lose to the twelve-year-old Tang San from the original story, he might as well find a block of tofu and bash his head in.

"Fine, go back." The God King seemed to recall the eye-searing scene from the light screen earlier and waved his hand irritably.

"That [Oath of the Angel] will be lent to you for self-defense. Don't embarrass me!"

Just as Qian Xunji's soul was about to be completely pulled away by the pillar of light, the Angel God King's originally irritable voice suddenly went silent. Immediately after, a chilling divine sound that pierced the soul, carrying a tangible killing intent, boomed throughout the entire space:

"One more thing, Qian Xunji."

The God King's ten-thousand-foot-tall phantom leaned forward slightly, a pair of giant pupils burning with dark golden flames staring down at him, revealing a bone-chilling ambition:

"The world in your memories and our world are merely two sides of the same coin, sharing the same origin. Since the planes are homologous, the barrier between the two worlds... is not unbreakable." The God King's voice seemed to carry the coldness of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"In the future, it is not impossible for This Seat and other God Kings to join forces to forcibly tear the barrier apart, and drag that hypocritical, disgusting plane into our world!"

"When the day of the clash between the two worlds and the reckoning of the gods arrives..." The God King's tone was as cold as ten-thousand-year ice.

"I want you to carry the fury of my Angel clan and crush all their pride with your own hands. I hope you do not disappoint me."

As the words fell, Qian Xunji felt the world spin around him.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself still standing in the empty sanctuary of the Healing City. The surroundings were deathly silent; only the buzzing Oath of the Angel in his hand and the faint golden mark between his brows served as real reminders of the incredible encounter he had just experienced.

Qian Xunji felt the surging holy aura within his body and ruminated on the God King's final declaration of war, which was filled with blood and ambition. The corners of his mouth curled into that signature, villainous, cackling sneer.

"Forcible integration, a war between two worlds? Interesting..."

He stroked the cold hilt of the sword and whispered:

"Breaking through to level ninety-nine in six years... It seems it is time to stir up some trouble."

The next morning, just as Qian Xunji was preparing to enter seclusion, the golden feather used for communication suddenly transmitted a fluctuation of soul power.

His figure flickered, and he instantly appeared at their usual spot on the back mountain. He saw Qian San standing alone under a tree, solemnly holding several thick notebooks.

"What is it, Xiao San?" Qian Xunji walked up.

"There is no danger, Father." Qian San shook his head, handing over the notebooks with both hands, his eyes filled with unreserved sincerity.

"These are internal cultivation techniques I... discovered over the past few years, along with some force-generating skills and footwork. Also, this is the Immortal Herb Catalog I drew from memory. It records many peerless immortal herbs that can help one undergo a rebirth. I hope these can be of some help to you."

Qian Xunji looked down and saw the labels on the notebooks: Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record Heart Method, Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Purple Demon Eye... However, Qian San had naturally omitted the words "Tang Sect".

Qian Xunji's heart blossomed with joy, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly.

What a good son!

These were the core secret techniques of the Tang Sect that Tang San had guarded so fiercely in the original work, not even teaching them to his biological father, Tang Hao! It seemed the image of the "perfect father" he had cultivated during this time had already taken root. He would accept this heavy filial piety without hesitation.

"You have a heart; these things are indeed of great use to me." Qian Xunji smiled, tucked the notebooks into his storage ring, and rubbed Qian San's head with his large, thick hand.

"Practice hard at the academy. Don't go looking for trouble, but don't be afraid of it either. Father has some important business to attend to; I will come to see you in a while."

In mid-air, Qian Xunji took out the hand-drawn Immortal Herb Catalog from his ring, his gaze locking onto a familiar name.

"Falling Moon Forest, Light and Dark Yin-Yang Eye... It is time to collect some interest."

Three days later, in the deepest part of the Falling Moon Forest.

Unlike the Sunset Forest in the original work, the poisonous miasma here was not green, but a thick, blood-red poisonous cloud that emitted terrifying heat and a pungent, fishy smell.

Qian Xunji did not hesitate in the slightest. A faint holy golden light radiated from his body; the attributes of the Six-Winged Angel were naturally resistant to all evil and toxins. He strolled through the red poisonous miasma—which was potent enough to melt a Soul Saint—as if walking in a garden, and arrived at the depths of a valley.

Where is my Yin-Yang Hot Spring? Why has it turned into a Taiji diagram?

In the center of the valley, a strange spring was bubbling with Yang and Yin energy. The spring water was divided into two: one half was scorching white, and the other was an all-consuming black.

Light and Dark Yin-Yang Eye!

Just as Qian Xunji was silently observing the exotic flowers and herbs around him, a violent, hoarse voice suddenly came from the cliff behind him.

"Who goes there? How dare you trespass in my herb garden! You're courting death!"

Accompanied by an angry shout, a giant phantom of a venomous snake, over thirty meters long, covered in crimson scales and flicking a flaming, poisonous tongue, appeared in mid-air.

The person who arrived was none other than the overlord of the Falling Moon Forest, the Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo. In this world, his martial soul was not the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor, but the supreme Yang and supreme poison: the Red Phosphorus Snake Emperor!