Rakshasa God: Wild High Priest of the Angel God (Extra chapter for book friend Ting Xiao Shuo Zheng Qian)

"Why is that fool Qian Daoliu tailing me?" Qian Xunji, currently in flight, felt quite puzzled as he sensed the identity of the person pursuing him from behind.

He did not recall ever deactivating his Martial Soul or revealing his true face in front of Qian Daoliu.

Furthermore, his current Martial Soul appearance was the "Emperor Armor," not that female bird-person form of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

The elemental attributes did not match either, as he now possessed three additional attributes: gold, water, and ice.

On top of that, he was a powerhouse with a 99th-level demigod cultivation.

How could the foolish Qian Daoliu possibly see through the Emperor Armor at a glance and recognize that "I am Qian Xunji"?

It couldn't possibly be to retrieve Tang Chen's corpse, could it?

At this thought, Qian Xunji's expression darkened.

Qian Daoliu was the number one person holding Spirit Hall back.

This was an era before Spirit Hall had torn off the mask and engaged in a massive conflict with the Clear Sky Sect over the love story of A Yin and Tang Hao.

It was an era where the love triangle between Qian Daoliu, Bo Saixi, and Tang Chen did not exist.

It was even an era where Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen were still good friends, good buddies.

The foolish Qian Daoliu might be chasing him to retrieve his friend's corpse, intending to fight him to take it back.

Then, he would hold a grand banquet, bury him properly, and let him rest in peace.

That was not entirely impossible.

But Qian Daoliu was Qian Daoliu.

Qian Xunji would not plant a landmine for himself just for the sake of the foolish Qian Daoliu and the sense of righteousness in his heart.

Blind filial piety kills.

Tang Chen's corpse and soul must not be lost before he inherited the Asura God Position; this was Qian Xunji's bottom line.

Qian Xunji moved his thoughts, combining his soul power with his spiritual power to form a symmetrical streamlined body around him with an aspect ratio of about 4:1.

The wind resistance decreased, allowing Qian Xunji's flight speed to become even faster.

This caused the distance between the two parties to widen continuously.

The soul masters who were following closely behind Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu felt their hearts filled with helplessness as they witnessed this scene.

"That guy is flying so fast, and he can still accelerate!" Yu Yuanzhen widened his eyes, speaking in disbelief.

The flight speed of Qian Daoliu, a 99th-level Limit Douluo with the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, was already exaggerated enough.

Even if he, Yu Yuanzhen, used every ounce of his strength, he still couldn't come close.

He couldn't catch up; he simply couldn't catch up.

Yet that guy Qian Xunji clearly had a Martial Soul that looked like a heavy full-body armor.

If he flew at the same speed as Qian Daoliu, it would be within the realm of understanding, assuming they were both 99th-level Limit Douluos.

But he could actually accelerate in a straight line.

Being fast in the corners was a matter of technique.

Being fast in a straight line was true speed.

"I had thought that the invincible-in-the-sky Qian Daoliu was the fastest flying soul master on the continent; I didn't expect someone to be even faster than him," Gu Rong praised insincerely.

Although he possessed the spatial soul skill "Teleportation," flight speed was not his strong suit.

Qian Xunji's flight speed, which left them far behind, was simply not that of a soul master.

"Damn it," Gu Rong cursed inwardly.

Powerful strength, fast running speed—was he not even going to give them a chance for revenge?

As time passed, everyone else had been shaken off, except for Qian Daoliu, who was still persistently biting at Qian Xunji's heels.

The others had all stopped following because their internal soul power was insufficient and their flight speeds had slowed down.

The sun set over the Wushan mountains as the moon rose, and streaks of light passed by in the dark of night.

Within the territory of the Star Luo Empire.

"Mom, look, there are shooting stars in the sky."

"Child, those aren't shooting stars..."

Soul masters could fly and possessed great power.

The chase back and forth brought disaster to those below.

"Give Tang Chen's corpse back!" Qian Daoliu shouted at Qian Xunji ahead.

But Qian Xunji's flight speed was faster than the speed of sound.

He truly could not hear him.

Even if Qian Xunji had heard him, he would have acted as if he hadn't and simply ignored Qian Daoliu.

Finally, they arrived at the Slaughter City, located in the desolate lands of the far west.

Qian Xunji didn't even spare Qian Daoliu a glance, a gesture, a second of waiting, or even a sneer.

He plunged directly into Slaughter City.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth in anger, panting and spitting.

Slaughter City was a place filled with evil and filth.

It was easy to enter, but difficult to leave.

For those who possessed the Angel Martial Soul, there was a risk of falling into depravity after absorbing a large amount of evil and impurity.

Even a Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul possessor had a chance of falling into darkness.

Therefore, the ancestors of the Qian family had left a warning, strictly forbidding their descendants from entering Slaughter City.

He was the Rakshasa God, a divine consciousness left behind in Slaughter City.

Qian Xunji had slaughtered all the fallen beings within Slaughter City, leaving him with no resentment or evil thoughts to absorb.

The Rakshasa God was the embodiment of all evil thoughts in the world. Without evil thought energy to consume, his energy would not be replenished, and he would starve to death, dissipating into the world.

"Damn it, Qian Xunji, the heir of the Asura God, why is he back in Slaughter City?"

The Rakshasa God stared, his jaw dropping: "In less than a year, he's already reached the Asura Five Trials?"

"What a try-hard."

He was scared, truly scared, and decided to flee.

He figured it wouldn't be long before Qian Xunji inherited the Asura God Position.

And when that happened, he would be driven out of Slaughter City.

Rather than leaving in disgrace later, it was better to leave now with a flourish.

The Rakshasa God transformed into a purple light and left Slaughter City once more.

As soon as he emerged, he saw Qian Daoliu, his gaze fixed on the entrance to Slaughter City.

"Wow, a wild High Priest of the Angel God."

"This heart is full of resentment, so fragrant, so fragrant."

As an evil god of entertainment, the Rakshasa God immediately burrowed into Qian Daoliu's spiritual sea, hiding himself and beginning to feast on the buffet of evil thoughts.

A mere High Priest of the Angel God, just a mortal.

Even a level 99 Limit Douluo, so what?

Rakshasa God: I only need to move my fingers to control him to do anything.

Twenty-four hours later, Qian Daoliu left the entrance of Slaughter City and flew back to Spirit City.

The Rakshasa God followed Qian Daoliu back to Spirit City like a parasite, and his eyes lit up when he saw Bibi Dong.

"So young, yet her heart is full of resentment, her body filled with evil thoughts."

"This woman truly has the potential to inherit the Rakshasa God Position."

"But it's not enough, I need to observe further."

He began to ponder how to make Bibi Dong into a woman who resented heaven and earth, her entire being filled with overwhelming resentment.

If she didn't resent heaven, didn't resent earth, and didn't resent anyone in the world, how could she be worthy of being the Rakshasa God's heir and inherit the Rakshasa God Position?

When it came to making a woman resent heaven and earth, the Rakshasa God's performance: I am a professional, I have nine methods to turn a woman into a resentful woman who resents heaven and earth but not herself.

The Rakshasa God smiled sinisterly.

He planned to control the High Priest of the Angel God, make a grave mistake, and thus fall into becoming the High Priest of the Rakshasa God.

This would be to humiliate that bitch, the Angel God.

However, for the time being, he planned to lie low for a few years, waiting for the heir of Asura to pass the divine trials, leave the Douluo Continent, and ascend to the God Realm.

After all, by examining Qian Daoliu's memories, he learned that Qian Xunji, the heir of Asura, was his son.

He was unsure of Qian Xunji's attitude towards his father, who had suppressed him and raised him frugally since childhood.

Making a rash move could put his life at risk.

As a mere divine consciousness, he had survived in Slaughter City for so long by being cautious, assessing the situation, and never provoking those he couldn't afford to offend.