Rakshasa God Trial? Not Even a Dog Would Take It

"Congratulations. You have passed the test and obtained the Rakshasa God Trial."

The Rakshasa God's seductive voice rang beside Qian Xunji's ear.

The Rakshasa God was extremely confident. She believed that a mere mortal would never refuse the olive branch she had offered.

No native of Douluo Continent would refuse a god's trial—the chance to pass it and inherit a Godhood.

Even if the trial the Rakshasa God had given Qian Xunji was seriously flawed.

As long as she said nothing, she believed that a mere mortal ant had no ability to see what was wrong with the God Trial she had bestowed.

As long as Qian Xunji agreed, wouldn't the trial's contents and whether he passed it all be hers to decide with a single word?

If she said you had failed, then you had failed.

She could give you Divine Nine Trials, but if you were incapable and could only complete seven, you could only blame yourself for being inadequate.

But she was kindhearted. Even if you failed your God Trial, she could not bear to watch you die, so she would save your life and make you a High Priestess. You should be grateful.

The Rakshasa God's calculations rattled away, but she had no idea that Qian Xunji was utterly unmoved.

Qian Xunji was completely dumbfounded, and he thought in alarm, I don't understand!

Rakshasa God? Rakshasa God Trial? Not even a dog would take it!

How had a grown man like him caught the eye of the Rakshasa God, that resentful "crazy goddess" whose bitterness seemed to reach the heavens?

Would the Rakshasa God kindly grant a God Trial to an Angel Descendant like him?

Believing the Rakshasa God's nonsense was less reliable than believing some random netizen was Qin Shi Huang.

Even if this Rakshasa God Trial was real, Qian Xunji would not accept it, much less participate in it and inherit the Rakshasa Godhood.

As everyone knew, the Rakshasa God was exceptionally stingy.

Among the four great God Trials in Douluo I, the Rakshasa God Trial gave the fewest good things.

Giving little was one thing.

That lunatic even suppressed the examinee's cultivation.

Wasn't that just outright insanity?

Moreover, becoming the Rakshasa God's inheritor would guarantee becoming a target of the Asura God.

Even if he successfully passed the trial, inherited the Godhood, and ascended to the God Realm, he would still be an unlucky bastard targeted by a God King-level powerhouse.

After ascending to the God Realm, he could directly seek refuge with the God of Destruction. Under a great tree, one could enjoy the shade and live easily for a while.

He only feared that the Goddess of Life would side with outsiders, strike at the God of Destruction, and cause both of them to sacrifice themselves.

The only path to survival would be to pass down the Godhood early, leave the God Realm, and wander the universe.

A First-Level God was not like a God King, possessing an almost endless lifespan.

Without the Immortal Spirit Qi of the God Realm nourishing his body, who knew how long he could live after leaving?

"I refuse," Qian Xunji said directly.

When the Rakshasa God heard that Qian Xunji, this mortal ant, actually dared to reject her invitation—

The Rakshasa God, who had been so certain Qian Xunji would not refuse her, immediately became livid with rage.

"A mere ant dares reject this god? I'm furious!"

"Damn Angel Descendant! Just like that pretentious bitch, the Angel God, you're all so infuriating and disgusting!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The Rakshasa God flew into a rage, panting heavily as her eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

From afar, she stared fixedly at Qian Xunji, wishing she could cut him into a thousand pieces and throw him into a boiling vat of oil.

As a god, she had the power to do whatever she wanted.

Qian Xunji was not the Asura God's inheritor. If she wanted to do something to him, what did she have to fear?

As for that bitch, the Angel God!

Her true body was already dead, and the trace of divine consciousness she had left behind on Douluo Continent was about to dissipate as well.

A mortal without a god backing him could be killed without consequence.

Other than that bitch, the Angel God, what saintly god would care whether mortals lived or died?

Even that hypocrite Sea God Poseidon only cared about whether his own believers lived or died.

Just as the Rakshasa God stretched out her hand, pointed at Qian Xunji, and prepared to fire a Rakshasa Death Ray at the ant who had rejected her—

A voice that seemed to contain the mighty authority of heaven, incomparably domineering and impossible for her to resist, exploded in her mind.

"Get lost!"

That single word, "Get lost," contained supreme power and nearly scattered this fragment of the Rakshasa God's divine consciousness.

Faced with a God King-level existence even stronger than her true body, a First-Level Supreme God, the fragment of the Rakshasa God's divine consciousness left in Slaughter City fled in terror.

She feared that if she ran too slowly, this unknown God King powerhouse would erase her.

Qian Xunji had a God King-level powerhouse behind him. Even if she had a hundred thousand times more courage, she would not dare lay a hand on him.

The Rakshasa God fled straight out of Slaughter City, planning to return in triumph after Qian Xunji left and feast once more on the negative emotional energy continuously provided by the fallen ones.

Meanwhile, the uneasy Qian Xunji did not receive the Rakshasa God's retaliation. He thought the Asura God had actually done something godly and warned her off.

Little did he know that System Mother simply could not stand an old hag shamelessly bullying the young and picking on her own human cub.

She issued a warning and frightened the Rakshasa God away.

Without the Rakshasa God continuing to exert her influence, the fallen ones in Slaughter City no longer hunted Qian Xunji day and night, fearlessly throwing away their lives.

When the purple orb above his head disappeared and the fallen ones stopped chasing him, Qian Xunji, who had grown accustomed to being pursued, felt somewhat unaccustomed to it.

The fallen ones all hid away, playing a game of hide-and-seek with him throughout Slaughter City.

This caused his efficiency in hunting fallen ones to plummet.

The number of fallen ones he killed each day fell off a cliff.

"Guerrilla warfare against me?"

"You foolish Douluo natives are ten thousand years too early!"

The divine consciousness born from his Divine Origin Realm spiritual power, combined with the Ninth Soul Skill, Spiritual Exploration, allowed Qian Xunji to easily locate the constantly moving fallen ones.

Combined with the Fourth Soul Skill, Angel Light Blade, for long-range sniping, Qian Xunji could kill enemies a thousand meters away without even moving from where he stood.

Time passed swiftly, and the fallen ones' occasional miserable screams formed a pleasant song.

Those who killed would eventually be killed.

Qian Xunji walked through the streets of Slaughter City, his feet stepping upon blood-soaked, sticky stone slabs.

He drove a group of surviving fallen ones from the outer city toward the Slaughter Hell Arena in the inner city.

Over the past half year, eighty percent of the fallen ones in Slaughter City had been killed.

The only reason he had kept these fallen ones alive was that opening Hell Road required enough blood.

Because the Angel Qian Family had so few members, Qian Xunji did not intend to turn Slaughter City into a leek field for cultivating fallen ones and carefully managing it for now.

At worst, he could raise some Soft Bone Rabbits in Slaughter City.

Soft Bone Rabbits reproduced well and multiplied quickly.

Bit by bit, if he killed one hundred thousand ten-year Soft Bone Rabbits, surely he could pile up enough to create a Titled Douluo with an Angel Spirit.

If that did not work, he would kill another hundred thousand, killing until one became a Titled Douluo.

Hell Slaughter Arena.

Qian Xunji drove the remaining fallen ones here and slit all their arteries, allowing their blood to dye the floor red.

Perhaps there was not enough blood. Although the Hell Slaughter Arena glowed red, the passage leading to Hell Road did not open.

Seeing this, Qian Xunji could only take out a large number of well-preserved Soft Bone Rabbit corpses from the System Space, their bodies still warm, slit their arteries and veins, and let their blood drip onto the floor tiles.