What Treasure-Hunting Mouse? Qingluan Douluo Wants a Contest Between Real Men

He also wanted to find a treasure of his own, so his martial soul could rise beyond its current rank.

"Something like a treasure-hunting mouse!"

Jiang Qingyu felt this was the most fitting arrangement. The Fire Dragon King could be a treasure-hunting mouse, and once he cultivated the Ice Dragon King martial soul, the Ice Dragon King could become one too.

"A treasure-hunting mouse?" This was Qingluan Douluo's first time hearing the term.

Within the sea of consciousness, the Fire Dragon King's smile abruptly froze, and she immediately fumed.

"You brat, how dare you call me a treasure-hunting mouse? I'm a noble Dragon King! At the very least, call me a treasure-hunting dragon!"

Calling her a treasure-hunting mouse was far too degrading.

"Oh, come on. Doesn't it mean the same thing?" the Ice Dragon King sneered. "Besides, it doesn't matter if you're unhappy. You're a servant anyway."

The Fire Dragon King froze for a moment before erupting in fury and roaring.

"Ice Dragon King, screw your mother! If it weren't for you, would we have become servants?"

"It already happened. Learn to accept it," the Ice Dragon King said with a smile.

It was unbearable.

She was begging for a beating.

Dragon scales began to emerge along the Fire Dragon King's arm, gradually forming a draconic fist.

"Ice Dragon King, take this punch!"

The Ice Dragon King jolted in fright and hurriedly dodged, but she was still touched by the flames.

"Are you insane?!"

"I'm not insane. I'm going to beat you up," the Fire Dragon King snapped.

The Ice Dragon King snorted coldly.

"Bring it on, then. Let me teach you what a true dragon is!"

At the same time, Jiang Qingyu sensed everything happening in his mind and felt as though his head was about to explode. He swiftly cut off his connection to the sea of consciousness.

Jiang Qingyu looked at Qingluan Douluo. Qingluan Douluo had been accompanying him for quite some time now, so it was about time Grandpa Qingluan received an upgrade as well.

"Grandpa Qingluan, I have something good for you. It can help you break through to Rank 98!"

Qingluan Douluo was stunned, his surprise immense.

"Really? Like how Old Fifth improved?"

Jiang Qingyu nodded.

Once Qingluan Douluo advanced, he was ready to properly discipline that disobedient Old Fifth.

He had only reached Rank 97 and was already thinking of making him call him Third Brother. His nerve was outrageous. If Qingluan Douluo had not happened to pass by the Consecration Hall and overhear those words, he would have remained completely in the dark.

After all, his martial soul, the Qingluan Divine Bird, possessed one of the fastest flight speeds on the continent. Beyond its wind attribute, it also wielded mental sonic waves.

He had thought he would remain stuck at Rank 97 for the rest of his life.

Yet Qingyu had given him hope.

As he spoke, Jiang Qingyu took something out of his storage soul tool.

It was an immortal herb roughly a foot and two inches tall. It had no flowers or fruit, only a single leaf. The leaf resembled the tail feather of a Qingluan spreading its wings to take flight, its edges shimmering with golden threads. Currents of wind seemed to whirl through its veins, producing a clear, delicate hum, like a Qingluan crying out across the sky.

"This immortal herb is called the Heavenly Wind Qingluan Plume. It may allow Grandpa Qingluan to rise by one rank."

"Of course, don't get too excited yet."

Jiang Qingyu's voice was cool as he handed the herb to Qingluan.

"I'll be satisfied with one rank. If I succeed, Grandpa will definitely give you an extra chicken leg."

Qingluan Douluo beamed with delight. He found a suitable spot and placed the Heavenly Wind Qingluan Plume into his mouth. The herb melted upon entering, transforming into a cool medicinal force that sank straight into his dantian.

The next instant, nine currents of wind god aura erupted from his dantian. Like countless fine wind blades, they sliced through his meridians, bones, and soul bones from the inside out.

Qingluan Douluo's brows furrowed tightly. He endured the tearing pain throughout his body and steadied his mind as he guided the medicinal force through his entire body.

Wherever the aura passed, his meridians were repeatedly tempered and broadened, while his bones grew denser and tougher. Even his soul bones were refined by the wind-element power until they became increasingly translucent.

The previously sluggish bottleneck in his soul power gradually loosened, and his aura rose steadily.

During a gap in the absorption process, Guang Ling Douluo sidled over. "Little Qingyu, don't rush to give Third Brother anything. At least let me show off for a little longer. Once he advances, he'll definitely beat me up!"

"Isn't it because Grandpa Guang Ling was showing off too much?" Jiang Qingyu rolled his eyes at Guang Ling Douluo.

Guang Ling Douluo looked like he was about to cry.

He had been careless.

Several hours later, as the ninth current of aura completely merged into his soul power, a wild gale suddenly swept up around Qingluan Douluo. A cyan glow surged into the heavens, shattering the Rank 97 bottleneck in an instant. His soul power stabilized firmly at Rank 98.

At the same time, his thoughts stirred, and an invisible domain spread outward. Within a thousand meters, the winds abruptly intensified, while the currents of air became like solidified swampland. Yet he himself merged with the wind. With a flicker, he appeared several yards away, successfully comprehending the Heavenly Wind Domain.

Within the domain, enemies without a wind attribute had their speed halved, while his own speed increased by fifty percent. He could use the wind to perform short-range teleportation, and every strike carried the cutting force of wind blades.

Qingluan Douluo withdrew his power and rose to his feet. Feeling the surging strength within him, he laughed heartily.

Beside him, Guang Ling Douluo's eyes were filled with envy as he came over and repeatedly asked how it felt.

Jiang Qingyu stood to the side and nodded in satisfaction. The immortal herb's effects had fully met his expectations.

"Qingyu, Grandpa broke through and even comprehended a new ability."

Qingluan Douluo was overflowing with excitement.

"Congratulations, Grandpa."

Jiang Qingyu offered his congratulations.

Qingluan Douluo smiled.

"Qingyu, it's getting late. Tomorrow, Grandpa will get you something good on my own."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to Guang Ling Douluo and slowly clenched his fist.

"Old Fifth, didn't you want me to call you Third Brother? Come on. Beat me, and I'll call you that."

Guang Ling Douluo froze, then hurriedly waved his hands and backed away.

"No, Third Brother, did you hear something wrong?"

Panic rose in his heart. He had only mentioned this privately to Eldest Brother. How had it reached Qingluan's ears?

Qingluan Douluo chuckled.

"When you told Eldest Brother about it, I happened to be passing by the door. I heard every word clearly."

Guang Ling Douluo's face fell. He had not expected to be exposed that way. He turned and tried to slip away, but after only two steps, Qingluan Douluo grabbed him by the back of his collar.

"Trying to run? Today, I'll let you taste what Rank 98 feels like."

Qingluan Douluo hauled him toward the courtyard exit, intending to have a contest between real men.

Guang Ling Douluo flailed his arms and shouted at Jiang Qingyu.

"Little Qingyu, hurry up and save your grandpa!"

Jiang Qingyu remained where he was, raised his hand, and waved at him, giving him a look that said he should take care of himself.

Before long, the two figures vanished beyond the courtyard gate, and Guang Ling Douluo's miserable howls faintly echoed from afar.

After the two left, the Fire Dragon King and the Ice Dragon King emerged from the sea of consciousness, still trading punch after punch.

"Both of you, stop it!"

With a single sentence from Jiang Qingyu, the two dragons who had been fighting instantly separated without realizing it.

The master-servant contract had begun to take effect.

After they stopped, Jiang Qingyu reprimanded them.

"If you want to fight, go fight somewhere else. Don't fight here!"

The Ice Dragon King and Fire Dragon King glared at each other. Then the Fire Dragon King stepped before Jiang Qingyu.

"Kid, the Earthcore Phoenix Blood Crystal you refined greatly increased your fire-element power, but the crystal's power is far from limited to that. Once you improve further, your martial soul may undergo enormous changes as well."

"There are more changes?" Jiang Qingyu began looking forward to it. It would be wonderful if his martial soul could transform further.