Spirit Hall Undergoes a Great Change

What could possibly be more delightful to a researcher than a successful experiment?

After Qian Xunqian and the accompanying Spirit Hall personnel finished awakening the spirits of five hundred children, she returned to the laboratory without a moment's delay, preparing to further research and design the mass-production process for the Innate Spirit Power Cultivation Device.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the day of Qian Renxue's spirit awakening arrived.

How time flies; Qian Xunqian was now a sixteen-year-old girl, standing tall and graceful, her jet-black, lustrous, waterfall-like hair tied into a simple high ponytail.

As she walked, her ponytail swayed from side to side, complementing her slender figure and exuding a youthful, vibrant beauty.

Over these years, under Qian Xunqian's planning, Spirit Hall had continuously expanded toward the Star Dou Forest.

Spirit Beasts: Damn humans! Give us back our home!

Furthermore, they borrowed a righteous pretext: the Prince of the Bala Kingdom had been slaughtering civilians and brewing wine with human blood, inciting the wrath of both heaven and men.

With that, Spirit Hall directly launched a righteous decapitation strike, slaughtering the entire Bala royal family.

The Spirit Hall spirit master legions descended like heavenly soldiers, gathering like lightning on the borders of the Bala Kingdom.

The entire Bala Kingdom was left leaderless and caught off guard, quickly either dying or surrendering.

Under Qian Xunqian's leadership, Spirit Hall had mastered the art of the decapitation strike to perfection, especially against those "Emperors" who sought to drag civilians into the vortex of war while preaching about "a million shattered jades."

A Titled Douluo would be dispatched, and within half a quarter of an hour, the head of the noble who had been drinking fine wine in his castle would be presented before the front lines.

Seeing their fallen leader, the armies would surrender immediately.

Without wasting a single soldier or a single arrow, they had seized the entire Bala Kingdom.

The Heaven Dou Imperial Family was so furious they were practically breathing fire, yet they were helpless; distant water could not quench a nearby fire, and besides, that distant water could not extinguish the fire of Spirit Hall.

Moreover, Spirit Hall leveraged public opinion, and almost the entire Douluo Continent learned of the Bala Kingdom's atrocities. The commoners unanimously believed that Spirit Hall was acting on behalf of heaven, and public sentiment was entirely against the Heaven Dou Empire.

Not to mention that Spirit Hall possessed eighty percent of the continent's spirit masters; finding a righteous excuse was already giving the Heaven Dou Imperial Family plenty of face.

Spirit City had undergone earth-shaking changes over these years, changing almost by the day. Now, factories stood in rows, and high-rise buildings had been erected.

On the outskirts of Spirit City, vast stretches of breeding farms and collective farms had been built. Farmers were now driving tractors and using advanced plows, seeders, and harvesters.

The intensity of the once-burdensome agricultural labor had instantly dropped by several levels; the life of waking up at dawn and only returning home after dark was a thing of the past.

Now, they only needed to work in the fields for two hours in the morning and two in the afternoon, with the rest of the time available for rest and sleep.

(The above are all plot devices for a power fantasy; in reality, development could not possibly be this fast, even in the fantasy world of Douluo Continent where spirit power exists. This is a deus ex machina.)

Benefiting from large-scale mechanized production, Spirit Hall's agricultural output, which had previously been inferior to the Bala Kingdom's, had now reached a point where the two great empires combined could barely match it.

With strong agricultural support, factories began to spring up constantly within Spirit Hall's sphere of influence. Various industrial products had emerged over the years, especially the birth of chemical fertilizers.

It felt as though it wouldn't be long before spirit tools below the fifth level could also begin mass production.

The most critical issue was the engraving of the spirit tool core; how to move past the carving knife and create a machine capable of automated engraving became the key to spirit tool craftsmanship.

Strong industry and agriculture also greatly promoted the development of the tertiary sector. Spirit fighting matches, which were once only for nobles and the wealthy to watch, had now flown into the homes of ordinary people.

There were also various forms of entertainment, with novels and comics arriving in succession.

Among them, the most popular novel was one adapted by our Qian Xunqian based on "true history":

The Untold Story of My Great-Uncle, the Clear Sky Douluo, and the Sea God Douluo.

Qian Xunqian wrote the tragic love triangle between the old man, Tang Chen, and Poseidon with great intensity.

In the Great Hall of the Clear Sky Sect, a disdainful Tang Chen and the elders looked coldly at Qian Daoliu, who had arrived alone, as if they were looking at a dead man.

Poseidon—Qian Daoliu's beloved—was currently chained to a pillar in the hall, her eyes anxious, shaking her head incessantly, nearly pleading.

Facing the mockery of the Clear Sky Sect members, Qian Daoliu remained expressionless, stepping forward one step at a time, uttering one word with every step.

"Tang Chen, let us duel! Today, even if a god descends from heaven, nothing will stop me from taking Poseidon away!"

Qian Daoliu floated in the air, his Angel Spirit ready to strike at any moment, his golden hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes filled with incomparable determination.

"Qian Daoliu, give up! Poseidon loves the strong! Only I, the Clear Sky Douluo—Tang Chen—can give Poseidon happiness!" Tang Chen summoned his Clear Sky Hammer, ready to start the battle!

Poseidon: "No! Liuliu! You will die! Run! They have set a trap just to lure you here! Run!"

Qian Daoliu and Tang Chen clashed, fighting from day to night, and from night to day, neither gaining the upper hand.

At this moment, the Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect, the previous Clear Sky Douluo—Tang Wei—made his move.

Tang Wei said coldly: "A piece of trash from the Angel family! You dare to compete with my son? Take this hammer!"

Tang Wei, disregarding honor, bullied the younger man, swinging his Clear Sky Hammer toward Qian Daoliu's head.

Qian Daoliu could not dodge in time and took the hammer blow head-on, his internal organs nearly shattered, leaving him at death's door.

Perhaps sensing that he was about to die, Qian Daoliu began his final confession:

"Poseidon, I have no regrets. To love someone is to be reckless for them. Even though I knew coming here was a nine-in-ten chance of death, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, I would have come to save you!"

"Oh no! He's going to self-destruct! Stop him!" Tang Wei exclaimed in shock.

Qian Daoliu burned his life essence, moving at an extraordinary speed to carry Poseidon away.

"Damn it! The cunning brat! He put on a show of self-destructing, but in reality, he was burning his life essence to save her while we were off guard! Chase him!"

Watching the Clear Sky Sect members in hot pursuit, Qian Daoliu's eyes were resolute as he pushed Poseidon away and charged toward the Clear Sky Sect members alone!

"Goodbye, Xixi! Live well! Also, I love you!"

"No—"

Qian Daoliu detonated his own body, using the blast to hold back the members of the Clear Sky Sect, while Poseidon could only manage to snatch one of his arms from the explosion.

Later, Poseidon became the Sea God and, relying on that sole remaining arm, she resurrected Qian Daoliu. From then on, the two lived a life of unbridled bliss...

(The End)

Qian Xunqian had naturally added quite a bit of her own personal touch; it couldn't be helped, after all, he was her own uncle!

Many young men and women wept buckets after reading the book, sighing, "How deep is the love that makes one disregard life and death?"

Qian Daoliu wept like a child, holding the book aloft as he jumped, laughed, cried, and shouted in excitement:

"Xixi is with me!"