The Star Dou Great Forest was dark and gloomy. Tree shadows swayed, and thin mist curled through the air. The occasional roars and cries of beasts only added to the forest's eerie atmosphere.
A hunt was underway in the forest!
The one being hunted was a girl with an incredible figure. She wore tight leather clothes suited for combat, which also showed off her sexy, fiery curves to perfection.
Her pretty face was as cold and beautiful as an iceberg. One of her eyes was green, the other blue. She lightly bit her lip, her expression full of determination and resolve.
Two Yellow Soul Rings shimmered around her. With their boost, her speed had reached its limit.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
The sound of arrows slicing through the air rang out. Several streaked toward the girl, aimed at the vital parts of her body.
Her delicate body moved nimbly, her figure agile. She twisted impossibly in midair, dodging the arrows aimed at her vital spots.
But her arm and thigh were still grazed.
Five black-clad figures soon burst from the shadows in the distance.
"She's wounded. Hurry and catch up!"
"As expected of a young lady of the Zhu Clan. Her skills, her reflexes, that face, that figure—she's gorgeous. What a waste to kill her outright. Before she dies, why not let the brothers have some fun? We'll leave you with your whole body!"
"She doesn't have to be alive. Even if she's dead, we can still have some fun while she's warm!"
"..."
Amid their lewd laughter, frost settled over Zhu Zhuqing's pretty face. She would rather die than fall into their hands.
At a moment of such peril, it was only right for a hero to make his entrance.
A hero saving a beauty!
It was an essential experience for anyone who crossed into another world.
A loud, whistling rush filled the air as a figure dropped from above.
The air split with a thunderous crack.
With a thump, one of the five black-clad men was struck on the head with a staff before he could react. His skull burst like a watermelon.
The figure then swept the staff sideways. The long staff carried the force of a thousand jun, and before the other four could even register what was happening, it slammed into them.
Crack—
The sounds of breaking bones rang out one after another. The four men screamed as they flew away. One stopped screaming and died; another was on his last breath and clearly wouldn't last much longer.
The five black-clad men had been killed in an instant.
Zhu Zhuqing, who had been fleeing ahead of them, also stopped and turned to look.
Her savior had black hair and black eyes, and a handsome face. His tall, straight frame made him look even more valiant in his black robes.
He held a red staff about two meters long and as thick as a baby's arm. Dragon-shaped patterns were engraved along it, and the dragon looked almost alive.
Zhu Zhuqing needed only one glance to feel a weight press on her chest. It was the suppression of a higher-level Martial Soul over a lower-level one.
More importantly, the boy looked only twelve or thirteen, yet four Soul Rings revolved around him.
Yellow! Purple! Purple! Black!
Zhu Zhuqing's mouth fell open. Her mind went blank. She couldn't understand how anyone could have such a Soul Ring Configuration. It completely defied common sense.
A thousand-year second ring!
A ten-thousand-year fourth ring!
A boy with this kind of Soul Ring Configuration couldn't possibly be an ordinary person.
His name was Qiangu Aoshi!
He was the son of Qianjun Douluo, the sixth enshrined elder of Spirit Hall, and Demon-Subduing Douluo, the seventh enshrined elder.
Though he hadn't been born in the usual way, Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Subduing Douluo had treated him as their own. They named him Qiangu Aoshi and regarded him wholly as their successor.
He had awakened Twin Martial Souls, both of them Coiling Dragon Staffs!
As a transmigrator, he'd also received a gift from Earth Mother: defeating an enemy could make Soul Power, Soul Rings, Soul Bones, or Martial Souls drop.
Just like now!
In Qiangu Aoshi's sight, the five black-clad men he'd just killed had dropped a whole lot of milky-white light orbs, Soul Rings of various colors—white, yellow, and purple—and five low-quality Martial Souls.
The drop rate's pretty high. But these Soul Rings and Martial Souls are neither useful nor worth throwing away, so I'll just let them dissipate on their own.
Qiangu Aoshi walked over and picked up only the milky-white light orbs. Soul Power darted through his meridians like little mice.
As long as he used his meditation method to refine it, this Soul Power could merge with his own.
Qiangu Aoshi was twelve years old and already had level fifty Soul Power, all thanks to this cheat.
Back at Spirit Hall, he couldn't just attack his own people. But with two enshrined elders for fathers, he'd used a little of his authority to secretly execute many Fallen Soul Masters brought in by the enforcement squads.
By absorbing and refining the Soul Power they dropped, Qiangu Aoshi had reached level fifty at such a young age.
"Phew—"
After collecting all the milky-white light orbs, Qiangu Aoshi turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing, a flash of admiration in his eyes.
As expected of the Star Luo Empire's royal tribute, the Star Luo Zhu Clan certainly lived up to its name.
Those breasts looked absolutely mouthwatering.
If he took her home, the children would never go hungry. And neither would he, of course.
Qiangu Aoshi put away the Coiling Dragon Staff. His four Soul Rings—yellow, purple, purple, and black—also faded from the air.
With a roguish smile, he walked toward Zhu Zhuqing.
"Wild little kitten, won't you come home with me?"
"My house has big rooms and soft beds. I'm sure you'll like it!"
"Be my pet, and I'll protect you from now on."
Zhu Zhuqing came back to her senses. She'd been about to thank him, but after hearing Qiangu Aoshi's teasing words, her pretty face turned frosty again.
"Hmph, you lecher! You're just like them. Not a single man is any good!"
With a flash, Zhu Zhuqing became a dark shadow. She leaped away and quickly vanished from sight.
A short while later!
Twelve figures swiftly converged from every corner of the forest.
Four wore red robes, and eight wore black. Each had an extraordinary presence, carrying the authority of someone long accustomed to holding power.
They arrived before Qiangu Aoshi and bowed to him.
"Young Master Aoshi!"
Qiangu Aoshi had come to hunt Soul Beasts. There was no way he'd come alone.
Who did they think he was?
There was no way he'd enter the Star Dou Great Forest all by himself like some lone wanderer!
He was bound to have guards with him.
Four Red-Robed Bishops of Spirit Hall and eight Black-Robed Bishops of Spirit Hall.
That made four Soul Saints and eight Soul Emperors.
The fact that Qiangu Aoshi could command so many powerful people to work for him showed just how high his standing was in Spirit Hall.
Qiangu Aoshi raised a hand in a gesture for them to rise.
"Get up. I'll have to trouble you all to keep searching for Soul Beasts."
"Split into groups as you please. One Red-Robed Bishop and two Black-Robed Bishops in each group. Continue searching the Star Dou Great Forest for the Soul Beast I want."
"When you find it, send up a signal immediately. I'll come deal with it myself."
The Red-Robed Bishops and Black-Robed Bishops had already been searching the area for Soul Beasts. They'd come to investigate after hearing the sounds of a fight.
At Qiangu Aoshi's words, they all accepted the order in unison.
"Rest assured, Young Master Aoshi. Leave it to us."
Qiangu Aoshi nodded and looked in the direction Zhu Zhuqing had gone.
We'll meet again sooner or later.
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