"Why is that fool Qian Daoliu following me?" As Qian Xunji flew, he sensed the identity of the person pursuing him from behind and felt deeply puzzled.
He did not remember ever dismissing his martial soul in front of Qian Daoliu and revealing his true face.
Besides, his current martial soul form was the "Emperor Armor," not that female bird-man Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.
The elemental attributes did not match either, and he had three additional attributes: metal, water, and ice.
On top of that, he was a powerful Level 99 Demigod.
How could that fool Qian Daoliu possibly see through the Emperor Armor at a glance and recognize that "I am Qian Xunji"?
Could he be trying to reclaim Tang Chen's corpse?
At that thought, Qian Xunji's face darkened.
Qian Daoliu was the number one deadweight of Spirit Hall.
This was an era before Spirit Hall had completely fallen out with the Clear Sky Sect and gone to war over the love story between Ah Yin and Tang Hao.
There was no romantic entanglement yet between Qian Daoliu, Bo Saixi, and Tang Chen.
This was also an era when Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen were still good friends, practically brothers.
That fool Qian Daoliu might very well be chasing him to recover his friend's corpse, fight him for Tang Chen's remains—
Then hold a grand funeral, give him a proper burial, and let him rest in peace.
It was not impossible.
But Qian Daoliu was Qian Daoliu.
Qian Xunji would not plant a mine for himself because of that fool Qian Daoliu and his sense of righteousness.
Blind filial piety killed people.
Before he inherited the Asura God Position, nothing could happen to Tang Chen's corpse or soul. That was Qian Xunji's bottom line.
With a thought from Qian Xunji, his Soul Power and spiritual power combined, forming a symmetrical streamlined shape around his body with a length-to-diameter ratio of roughly four to one.
The reduced wind resistance made Qian Xunji fly even faster.
The distance between the two sides steadily widened.
The Spirit Masters flying behind Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu felt helplessness fill their hearts at the sight.
"That guy is already flying that fast, and he can still accelerate?!" Yu Yuanzhen widened his eyes and spoke in disbelief.
Qian Daoliu, a Level 99 Limit Douluo with the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, already had an absurd flying speed.
Even if Yu Yuanzhen used every ounce of strength he had, he was still nowhere near him.
He could not catch up. There was simply no way he could catch up.
Yet Qian Xunji's martial soul clearly looked like a set of heavy full-body armor.
If his flying speed matched Qian Daoliu's, it was still understandable, since they were both Level 99 Limit Douluos.
But he could accelerate in a straight line.
Being fast around corners meant you had skill.
Being fast in a straight line meant you were genuinely fast.
"I always thought Qian Daoliu, invincible in the skies, was the fastest-flying Spirit Master on the continent. I never expected someone to be even faster than him." Gu Rong praised him against his will.
Although he possessed the spatial soul skill "Teleportation," flying speed was not his specialty.
Qian Xunji's overwhelming lead in flight speed was simply inhuman for a Spirit Master.
"Damn it." Gu Rong cursed inwardly.
He was powerful, he ran fast, and now he flew fast too. Was he not leaving anyone a chance to take revenge?
As time passed, only Qian Daoliu continued relentlessly chasing Qian Xunji. Everyone else had already been left behind.
The others stopped following because their Soul Power was running low and their flying speed had slowed.
As the sun set behind the mountains, the moon rose to guide the night; streaks of light passed back and forth through the darkness.
Within the Star Luo Empire.
"Mom, look! There's a shooting star in the sky."
"Child, that's not a shooting star..."
Spirit Masters could fly, and they were powerful.
When they chased one another overhead, those below suffered.
"Give Tang Chen's corpse back!" Qian Daoliu shouted at Qian Xunji ahead of him.
But Qian Xunji's flying speed was faster than the speed of sound.
He truly could not hear him.
Even if Qian Xunji had heard him, he would have pretended otherwise and ignored Qian Daoliu.
At last, they arrived at Slaughter City in the Far West Great Wasteland.
Qian Xunji did not give Qian Daoliu so much as a glance, an obscene gesture, a second of waiting, or even a taunt.
He plunged straight into Slaughter City.
Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth in fury, breathing out clouds of white mist.
Slaughter City was filled with evil and filthy energy.
Entering was easy, but leaving was difficult.
Once an owner of the Angel Spirit entered, they could absorb large amounts of evil filth and fall into corruption.
Even possessors of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul had a certain chance of falling into darkness.
Thus, the Qian Clan ancestors had left a warning strictly forbidding their descendants from entering Slaughter City.
She was the Rakshasa God, a strand of divine consciousness left within Slaughter City.
The fallen ones in Slaughter City had all been slaughtered clean by Qian Xunji, leaving her unable to absorb even a trace of resentment or evil thoughts.
The Rakshasa God was the embodiment of the world's evil thoughts. Without evil thought energy to consume and replenish herself, she would starve to death and vanish from the world.
"Damn it, why has Qian Xunji, that Asura God's successor, returned to Slaughter City?"
The Rakshasa God took one look and nearly dropped her jaw. "He reached the Asura Five Trials in less than a year?"
"Where did this workaholic come from?"
Scared, scared. Time to run, time to run.
Before long, Qian Xunji would likely inherit the Asura God Position.
When that time came, she would be driven out of Slaughter City.
Rather than leave in disgrace then, she might as well depart gracefully of her own accord now.
The Rakshasa God transformed into a streak of purple light and left Slaughter City once more.
The moment she emerged, she saw Qian Daoliu staring fixedly at Slaughter City's entrance.
"Wow, a wild High Priest of the Angel God."
"Such intense resentment in his heart. Delicious, delicious."
As an evil Fun God, the Rakshasa God immediately slipped into Qian Daoliu's Mental Sea of Consciousness, hiding while beginning her buffet of evil thoughts.
A mere High Priest of the Angel God, nothing more than a mortal.
So what if he was a Level 99 Limit Douluo?
Rakshasa God: I only need to lift a finger to control him and make him do anything.
Twenty-four hours later, Qian Daoliu left the entrance of Slaughter City and flew back to Spirit City.
Like a parasite, the Rakshasa God followed Qian Daoliu back to Spirit City. When she saw Bibi Dong, her eyes lit up.
"At such a young age, she is already filled with resentment and covered in evil thoughts."
"This girl truly has the potential to inherit the Rakshasa God Position."
"But it is not enough. She still needs further observation."
She began pondering how to turn Bibi Dong into a bitter woman who resented heaven and earth, her resentment soaring to the skies.
If she did not resent heaven, earth, and everyone under heaven, how could she be qualified to become the Rakshasa God's successor and inherit the Rakshasa God Position?
When it came to making a woman resent heaven and earth, the Rakshasa God's response was: I am a professional. I have nine methods to turn a woman into a bitter woman who resents heaven and earth but never herself.
The Rakshasa God gave an evil, charming smile.
She planned to control the High Priest of the Angel God, make him commit a grave mistake, and cause him to fall into becoming the High Priest of the Rakshasa God.
She would use that to humiliate that bitch, the Angel God.
For now, however, she planned to lie low for several years and wait for the Asura Successor to pass the God Trial, leave Douluo Continent, and ascend to the God Realm.
After all, by examining Qian Daoliu's memories, she had learned that Qian Xunji, the Asura Successor, was his son.
She was uncertain how Qian Xunji felt toward the father who had suppressed him since childhood and raised him in poverty.
If she acted rashly, her life might be in danger.
As a strand of divine consciousness, she had survived in Slaughter City for so long by being cautious, reading the situation, and never provoking those she could not afford to offend.
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