Rakshasa God Trial, Not Even a Dog Would Want It

"Congratulations on passing the test and obtaining the Rakshasa God Trial."

The seductive voice of the Rakshasa God echoed beside Qian Xunji.

The Rakshasa God was confident. She firmly believed that a mere mortal would never refuse the olive branch she had tossed his way.

No native of Douluo would ever refuse a trial from a deity, as passing the trial meant inheriting a divine position.

Even if the trial the Rakshasa God had prepared for Qian Xunji was deeply flawed.

As long as she didn't speak of it, she believed that a mere mortal ant would have no ability to discern the problems within the divine trial she had presented.

Once Qian Xunji agreed, whether he completed the content of the trial or not would be entirely up to her word.

If she said he hadn't passed, then he hadn't passed.

She could give him a Nine-Level Divine Trial, but if he wasn't up to the task and could only complete seven, he would have no one to blame but himself.

Yet, she was kind-hearted; if he failed the trial but she didn't want to see him die, she could save his life and appoint him as a High Priest, leaving him to be eternally grateful.

The Rakshasa God had her abacus clicking away, unaware that Qian Xunji was completely unmoved.

Qian Xunji was stunned, his heart racing as he thought, I don't understand!

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

How could a grown man like him be targeted by this "female lunatic" who complained about heaven and earth, filled with endless resentment?

Would the Rakshasa God kindly grant a divine trial to him, a descendant of the Angel God?

Believing the Rakshasa God's sweet talk was like believing a stranger on the internet was the First Emperor of Qin.

Even if this Rakshasa God Trial were real, Qian Xunji would never accept it, let alone participate in it or inherit the Rakshasa divine position.

It was common knowledge that the Rakshasa God was extremely petty.

Among the four great divine trials of Douluo, the Rakshasa God Trial provided the fewest rewards.

It wasn't just the lack of rewards.

The creature was mentally unstable and even suppressed the cultivation of the trial-taker.

Wasn't that just pure insanity!

Furthermore, becoming the successor of the Rakshasa God would inevitably draw the hostility of the Asura God.

Even if he successfully passed the trial, inherited the position, and ascended to the God Realm, he would be an unlucky soul targeted by a God King.

After ascending to the God Realm, he could try to defect to the God of Destruction to find shelter under a great tree, enjoying a period of ease.

But he feared the Goddess of Life would side against her own, elbowing the God of Destruction, leading both to sacrifice themselves.

The only way out would be to pass on the divine position early, leave the God Realm, and become a wanderer in the universe.

A First-Level God was not like a God King; they did not possess near-infinite lifespan.

Without the nourishment of the immortal energy of the God Realm, who knew how long one could survive?

"I refuse," Qian Xunji stated bluntly.

Hearing this mortal, this ant, dare to refuse her invitation, the Rakshasa God—who had been full of confidence that Qian Xunji would never decline—was instantly enraged to the point of distortion.

"A mere ant dares to refuse this deity! It truly infuriates me!"

"Damned descendant of the Angel God, just like that hypocritical bitch, the Angel God! Both are so infuriating, so detestable!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The Rakshasa God was beside herself with rage, gasping for air like an ox, her eyes bloodshot.

She stared at Qian Xunji from across the void, wishing she could tear him into a thousand pieces and throw him into a vat of boiling oil.

As a deity, she had the power to do whatever she pleased.

Qian Xunji was not the successor of the Asura God; did she really need to worry about anything if she wanted to deal with him?

As for that bitch, the Angel God!

Her true body was already dead, and the sliver of divine consciousness left on the Douluo Continent was about to dissipate.

A mortal without a divine backer could be killed without consequence.

Aside from that bitch, the Angel God, what kind of "saintly" deity would care about the life or death of a mortal?

Even that hypocrite, the Sea God Poseidon, only cared about the lives of his own believers.

Just as the Rakshasa God reached out, pointing at Qian Xunji, intending to strike this ant who had rejected her with a Rakshasa Death Ray, a voice—seemingly containing the majestic might of heaven, incomparably domineering and leaving her unable to resist—exploded in her mind.

"Scram!"

The single word "scram" contained supreme power, nearly causing this sliver of Rakshasa divine consciousness to dissipate.

Facing a God King-level existence, far more powerful than her own First-Level main body, this sliver of the Rakshasa God's consciousness within Slaughter City was terrified into fleeing.

She feared that if she ran too slowly, she would be erased by this unknown God King.

With a God King-level powerhouse as his backer, she wouldn't dare to lay a finger on Qian Xunji, even if she had a hundred thousand times the courage.

Once the Rakshasa God fled, she escaped Slaughter City, intending to wait for Qian Xunji to leave before making a triumphant return to feast on the negative emotional energy continuously provided by the fallen ones.

On the other side, a nervous Qian Xunji did not receive the retaliation he expected from the Rakshasa God, assuming instead that the Asura God had done a godly deed by warning her.

Little did he know, it was System Mother who could not stand to see an old hag acting so shamelessly, using her seniority to bully her own human cub.

She had issued a warning, scaring the Rakshasa God away.

With the Rakshasa God no longer exerting her influence, the fallen ones within Slaughter City ceased their relentless, fearless pursuit of Qian Xunji.

When the purple orb of light above vanished and the fallen ones stopped hunting him, Qian Xunji, who had grown accustomed to being chased, felt somewhat unsettled.

These fallen ones scattered and hid, playing a game of hide-and-seek with him throughout the entirety of Slaughter City.

This caused his efficiency in hunting the fallen ones to plummet.

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

"Playing guerrilla warfare with me?"

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

His Divine Origin Realm spiritual power, combined with his divine sense and his ninth soul skill, Spirit Detection, made it easy for Qian Xunji to locate the constantly moving fallen ones.

Paired with his fourth soul skill, Angel Light Blade, for long-range sniping, Qian Xunji could slay enemies from a thousand meters away even while standing perfectly still.

Time flew like a song, and the shrill, miserable screams emitted by the fallen ones from time to time composed a beautiful melody.

Those who kill will eventually be killed themselves.

Qian Xunji walked along the streets of Slaughter City, his feet treading upon the blood-soaked, viscous flagstones.

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

Over these past six months, eighty percent of the fallen ones in Slaughter City had been slaughtered.

He kept this group of fallen ones alive only because opening the Hell Road required a sufficient amount of blood.

Since the Angel Qian family had few members, Qian Xunji had no intention of managing Slaughter City as a garden to farm fallen ones.

He might as well raise some Soft Bone Rabbits in Slaughter City instead.

Soft Bone Rabbits were prolific and reproduced quickly.

As the saying went, many a little makes a mickle; he didn't believe that killing one hundred thousand ten-year-old Soft Bone Rabbits wouldn't be enough to stack up the power required for a Title Douluo with an Angel Martial Soul.

If that didn't work, he would just kill another hundred thousand, continuing until he became a Title Douluo.

Hell Slaughter Arena.

Qian Xunji drove the remaining fallen ones here and slit all their arteries, letting their blood stain the floor red.

Perhaps due to an insufficient volume of blood, although the Hell Slaughter Arena glowed with a red light, it did not open the passage to the Hell Road.

Seeing this, Qian Xunji had no choice but to take a large quantity of well-preserved, still-warm Soft Bone Rabbit carcasses from his system space, slit their arteries and veins, and let the blood drip onto the floor tiles.