Ten-Thousand-Year First Ring! A Super Douluo's Submission

Inside the carriage, the atmosphere instantly froze because of Qian Renyuan's words: "An obedient blade."

Jiangmo Douluo looked at the child before him, who was no more than six years old, his chest rising and falling slightly.

As a mighty Rank 96 Super Douluo, wherever he went, was he not revered like a god?

And now, he was actually being lectured to his face by a brat who had not even grown all his hair!

Yet he ultimately dared not defy Qian Daoliu's absolute order. He could only snort coldly, turn his head aside, and say stiffly, "Holy Son, you certainly have quite the presence. Since I accepted this assignment, I will naturally ensure your safety. But let me make this clear first: unless it is a life-or-death crisis, do not expect me to meddle in every trivial matter like some servant!"

The meaning was clear. He acknowledged Qian Renyuan as his master only out of respect for the Grand Priest. Did Qian Renyuan expect him to truly devote himself to serving him? He was not worthy of that yet!

Faced with Jiangmo Douluo's barbed words, Qian Renyuan did not get angry.

He slowly leaned back against the soft seat, closed his eyes to rest, and spoke in an indifferent tone:

"Elder Jiang Mo, your cultivation has been stuck at Rank 96 for a full fifteen years without advancing, hasn't it?"

The moment those words fell, Jiangmo Douluo's body jolted. He whipped his head around and stared at Qian Renyuan. "Did the Grand Priest tell you that?"

For a Super Douluo, each rank was as difficult to cross as reaching the heavens. Being stuck at the Rank 96 bottleneck for so many years was the greatest pain in his heart.

"The Grand Priest? You are overthinking it."

Qian Renyuan did not even raise his eyelids. In his mind, he casually spent a small amount of Villain Points to exchange for the Coiling Dragon Staff Advanced Power Fragment from the system, then slowly recited:

"The momentum of the Coiling Dragon lies in balancing hardness and softness. You only know how to pursue ultimate destructive power, yet you have forgotten that even a dragon has times when it lies dormant. Strength rises from the ground; it cannot all be poured into the staff's tip. Three parts must be retained within the Pivot of the Wandering Dragon..."

Boom!

To Jiangmo Douluo, those few sentences exploded in his mind like thunder!

Jiangmo Douluo's eyes widened sharply, and his breathing instantly became heavy. Subconsciously, he circulated a trace of Soul Power according to the formula Qian Renyuan had recited.

The next moment, the cultivation bottleneck that had remained silent for fifteen whole years actually... loosened?

This was a bottleneck he had failed to shake despite cultivating day and night, even crazily testing himself at the edge of life and death. Yet now, it had been exposed by just a few sentences?

"H-How is that possible?!"

Jiangmo Douluo cried out in shock. There was already a trace of fear in his gaze as he looked at Qian Renyuan. "What cultivation method is this?"

"Y-You are only a six-year-old child who has not even obtained a soul ring. How could you possibly understand the core principles of the Coiling Dragon Staff?"

"You do not understand?"

Qian Renyuan slowly opened his eyes, a cold indifference flashing through them, like a god looking down upon ants.

"That is because the world as I see it exists on an entirely different level from that of mortals like you."

The instant his words fell, Qian Renyuan's thoughts stirred.

God-Level Concealment Technique, release the first layer of disguise!

Bzzzt—!

An indescribably terrifying, ferocious aura erupted without warning inside the cramped carriage.

Then, a soul ring slowly rose from beneath Qian Renyuan's feet, glowing with an eerie crimson light.

The blood-red radiance of a hundred-thousand-year soul ring instantly filled the entire carriage.

Had this carriage not been forged from metal specially made by Spirit Hall, that pressure alone would have terrified every soul beast within a hundred miles out of its wits.

Bang!

Jiangmo Douluo's legs went weak, and he uncontrollably slipped from his seat, landing heavily on the carriage's carpet.

His Rank 96 Soul Power, which he had always taken pride in, instinctively felt a trace of fear before that red soul ring.

But that was not what terrified him most. What utterly shattered his worldview was that this hundred-thousand-year soul ring was Qian Renyuan's first soul ring.

"Six years old, first soul ring, hundred thousand years..."

Jiangmo Douluo's lips trembled wildly. It was as though every ounce of strength had been drained from his body, leaving him unable to form a complete sentence. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

This was no longer merely talent.

This was plainly a monster wearing human skin!

At that moment, Jiangmo Douluo's pride as a Super Douluo was completely crushed into dust by that blood-red light.

"Jiang Mo, do you still think I need to rely on the Grand Priest's orders to make you lower your head?" Qian Renyuan looked down at the Jiangmo Douluo seated on the ground, bloodlight swirling around him.

Jiangmo Douluo shuddered.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, this Super Douluo renowned across the continent clasped his fists, dropped to one knee, and deeply lowered his head.

This time, he did not submit because of Qian Daoliu's orders, but because of recognition that came from the depths of his soul.

He realized that if the Holy Son before him allowed even a sliver of opportunity to slip through his fingers, it would be enough to help him cross the chasm that had blocked him for fifteen years.

"This subordinate was blind and offended Your Holy Son's majesty!"

Jiangmo Douluo's voice was hoarse, yet filled with fervor. "From this day onward, this subordinate shall be the sharpest blade in Holy Son's hand. Wherever Holy Son's sword points, my Coiling Dragon Staff shall follow. I will not hesitate even in the face of ten thousand deaths!"

Qian Renyuan calmly looked at the submissive Super Douluo at his feet and casually waved a hand. The hundred-thousand-year soul ring was once again disguised as a thousand-year soul ring.

"Rise. Remember what you said today. Follow me, and you will witness sights beyond even the gods."

"Thank you for your great grace, Holy Son!"

After subduing Jiangmo Douluo, the atmosphere inside the carriage changed completely.

The once wild and unruly Jiangmo Douluo had now fully transformed into the most loyal old servant at Qian Renyuan's side.

"Holy Son, this Azure Fruit has just been chilled with this old man's Soul Power. Its texture is perfect now. Please have a taste."

During the journey, whether the road became bumpy or an ignorant soul beast blocked the way ahead, Qian Renyuan did not even need to furrow his brow. Jiangmo Douluo would immediately act, clearing every obstacle in advance, terrified of disturbing Holy Son's peaceful sleep.

With Spirit Hall's absolute privilege clearing the way, the carriage traveled without obstruction, never needing to queue for inspections in the cities along the route.

Half a month later.

The luxurious convoy slowly entered the borders of Fasino Province.

The scenery along both sides of the road gradually became desolate, no longer possessing the prosperity surrounding Spirit City.

Meanwhile, on a muddy path dozens of miles away from the convoy.

A thin young boy dressed in worn hemp clothes carried a heavily patched bundle on his back as he trudged forward, one foot deep and one foot shallow in the mud.

The boy wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked toward the faint outline of Notting City in the distance. A determination and anticipation far beyond his age appeared on his face.

"Grandpa Jack said Notting City is up ahead."

The boy clenched his fists, sensing the internal energy of the Mysterious Heaven Skill within his body. His gaze gradually sharpened.

"Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy. This will be my first step toward establishing myself here."

"One day, I will rebuild the supreme glory of my Tang Sect on this continent!"