Exceptional Mutant Soul Beasts: the Thousand-Year Dawn Golden Crow and Six-Winged Black Crow

As a Peerless Douluo, Qian Wushuang's eye for things was incredibly sharp. In an instant, he connected it to other possibilities.

For ten thousand years, Soul Masters across the continent had rigidly adhered to the so-called optimal Soul Ring configuration of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, absorbing Soul Rings step by step.

Even when a few Soul Masters occasionally appeared who could break through that Soul Ring configuration, they were exceedingly rare.

For the vast majority, the result of crossing that threshold and absorbing a Soul Ring beyond their rank was their bodies exploding, leaving no corpse behind!

Yet Whale Rubber, such an inconspicuous thing, could help Soul Masters break this ironclad rule standing in their way.

As the saying went, one step ahead meant every step ahead, and only those in Spirit Hall knew this method.

Therefore, from their very first Soul Ring onward, Spirit Hall's Soul Masters had already left everyone else far behind at the starting line.

If this core technique were fully spread among Spirit Hall's direct-line Soul Masters,

wouldn't that mean that, in the future, Spirit Hall's Title Douluo could have optimal Soul Ring configurations like purple, purple, purple, purple? Purple, purple, purple, black? Purple, purple, black, black?!

As for other factions coveting Spirit Hall's secret of a thousand-year first Soul Ring and trying to force them to reveal it?

Or direct-line Soul Masters encountering danger?

Heh! Spirit Hall was the continent's strongest Soul Master faction, and had been for ten thousand years!

Even if they held such an enormous secret, which faction would dare bare its teeth at Spirit Hall openly? If they dared bare them, their teeth would be pulled!

People said Spirit Hall was overbearing, but Spirit Hall truly had the strength to be overbearing. Who could compare to its ten-thousand-year foundation?

At that thought, the anger in Qian Wushuang's heart vanished completely, replaced by guilt toward Qian Daoliu.

Liu'er had not been gambling Spirit Hall's future on some illusory thousand-year first Soul Ring.

On the contrary, he was paving a road to heaven for his great-grandsons, creating an unprecedented Soul Ring configuration!

Qian Wushuang hurried over to Qian Daoliu in large strides. In an exceptionally rare show of humility, he lowered himself and reached out to help this bedraggled great contributor sitting on the ground to his feet.

"Liu'er... this was Father's fault. Father misunderstood you, and Father apologizes to you here."

"Father has been lying down there for far too long. His thinking has fallen behind, and the times have developed too quickly.

"I can no longer keep up with you young people. I didn't know Whale Rubber had such miraculous effects."

Qian Daoliu rose with his help, patting the dirt off his backside as he glared resentfully at Qian Wushuang with a pair of deeply aggrieved eyes.

He was absolutely furious. Everything had happened for no clear reason, and he had not even been given a chance to explain.

Without a word, his father had come at him with Angel Avatar and Angel Descent, using those terrifying killing moves to cut him down.

The more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt. He was his father's own son—there was no need to be this ruthless, was there?!

"Dad, tell me honestly. You really didn't hold back at all just now. Were you trying to kill me?"

"Dad, are you still angry about what happened yesterday?" Qian Daoliu looked pitiful and accusingly at Qian Wushuang's old face.

"Cough, cough... How could that be!"

"Liu'er, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Is Father such a narrow-minded man?"

Qian Wushuang could not quite save face. He laughed awkwardly and said, "You are my Liu'er, the one Father is proud of!"

"Father merely... well... wanted to scare you a little and teach you a small lesson. Who could have expected..."

"I..." Qian Daoliu was instantly speechless. This was what he called a small lesson?!

That had been Angel Descent, the ultimate power that surpassed the realm of a Ninety-Ninth Rank Peerless Douluo!

If he had not surrendered quickly enough, wouldn't that sword strike have had people setting up a funeral feast right where he stood?

No matter what, Qian Daoliu could not swallow this anger.

He suddenly gritted his teeth, raised his neck, steeled his heart, and blurted out, "Dad, this isn't over!"

"Once Xiao Heng digs up and revives my grandfather too, just wait. Let's see how I report you to Grandfather!"

"Huh?!"

Qian Wushuang's apologetic smile froze. "You brat, you still dare report me to my father?"

Though Qian Wushuang cursed fiercely, his heart skipped a beat uncontrollably, and every hair on his body stood on end.

Once his gifted younger brother was revived, was his father's revival really that far away?!

He thought of his own father's towering, iron-tower-like figure, and of that brutal style of education from back then.

An icy chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

He remembered clearly that whenever he caused trouble and his father beat him, his father had been even harsher than he was with Qian Daoliu.

"Cough, cough!" Qian Wushuang put away his fierce expression, his face turning solemn as he seriously patted Qian Daoliu's shoulder.

"Liu'er, Father was wrong. Father apologizes to you again. We are family, so let's talk things out properly."

"Reporting Father to your grandfather? You mustn't say things that harm unity. It affects family harmony."

"Heh!" Qian Daoliu sneered inwardly, turning his head away. He refused to listen to the nonsense.

He looked toward Qian Renheng in the distance. Although Xiao Heng had been lively and annoying last night, a living Demon Pill since childhood who still needed discipline,

at this moment, Qian Daoliu felt that Xiao Heng did not lack discipline all that much. He was actually rather adorable.

"Just wait, old man. As long as Grandfather is revived, I'll report you. I'll report you thoroughly!"

"A son hitting his father is beastly, but a father hitting his son is only natural, just as Grandfather hitting you is!"

"You beat your son like a dog. Right now, it is exactly like when Grandfather beat you back then!"

In his memories, his grandfather had been extremely domineering. Back then, he had still been young and had not awakened his Martial Soul.

Grandfather had already been old, but whenever he disciplined his father, it was even worse than how he had once disciplined Qian Xunji!

"Alright, alright, Liu'er. Enough idle chatter. We still have serious business to handle." Qian Wushuang hurriedly changed the subject.

"Let's enter the Mixed Zone quickly. We still need to find Soul Beasts for these two little ones. Four exceptionally rare thousand-year Soul Beasts will not be easy to find."

With the misunderstanding cleared up, although Qian Daoliu still harbored some resentment, the two children's Soul Rings were more important.

The two Peerless Douluo, one in front and one behind, each holding a child in his arms, turned into two streams of light and left.

After entering the Mixed Zone, the surroundings became even more gloomy and damp. In some places, sunlight could not penetrate at all, as though they had entered a ghostly domain.

The number of thousand-year Soul Beasts began increasing geometrically, and they could even occasionally sense the auras of Ten Thousand-Year Soul Beasts.

High-level Soul Beasts had an extremely strong sense of territory, and the air was filled with the lingering bloody stench of slaughter.

But before the two Peerless Douluo, those Ten Thousand-Year Soul Beasts that had long strutted about the Mixed Zone all tucked their tails and behaved like beasts that had met their natural enemies.

An hour later, deep within the Mixed Zone, in an open little valley that had been flattened by terrifying energy.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. It seems our luck is quite good." Holding Qian Renxue, Qian Daoliu stood atop a scorched black rock.

He looked at the two rare thousand-year Soul Beasts in the valley, fighting bloodily and already on the verge of death, a smile appearing on his face.

"Hiss—"

Beside him, Qian Wushuang held Qian Renheng in his arms, his eyes blazing as he stared ahead and said:

"I never expected we would encounter the Dawn Golden Crow and the Six-Winged Black Crow, these two mutant Soul Beasts!"