Zhu Zhuqing's Tenderness, Battling Zhao Wuji Again

"Aoshi, do you want to become the Holy Son of Spirit Hall?"

"As long as you nod, leave everything else to this old man. As Spirit Hall's Holy Son, even if you cannot inherit the position of Spirit Hall's Pope in the future, you will inherit the position of Grand Worshipper of the Worship Hall."

Before Qiangu Aoshi could speak, he saw Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Subduing Douluo giving him meaningful looks, urging him to agree quickly.

The position of Holy Son was no empty title. Within Spirit Hall, it truly placed one beneath only one person and above countless others. The authority and resources it could command were beyond imagination.

Seeing the situation, Qiangu Aoshi nodded and agreed.

"Alright, Uncle Angel. I am willing to become Spirit Hall's Holy Son."

Qian Daoliu clapped his hands and laughed heartily. His granddaughter had yet to return, and Qiangu Aoshi was the first nail he had driven beneath Bibi Dong.

"Good child. Just nod your head and leave the rest to Uncle."

Qiangu Aoshi emerged from the Worship Hall, followed by two tall figures. Both wore golden armor beneath their robes, one dressed in purple and the other in blue.

Zhu Zhuqing, who had been waiting outside in tremendous anxiety,

brightened with joy when she saw Qiangu Aoshi, her eyes sparkling.

Yet when she saw the two men following behind him, their overwhelming presence made her feel timid again.

On the way here, Qiangu Aoshi had told her about his background.

Zhu Zhuqing roughly guessed that these two must be Qiangu Aoshi's first father, Qianjun Douluo, and second father, Demon-Subduing Douluo.

Both were Super Douluo above Rank 95.

They were peak experts of the continent.

Qiangu Aoshi beckoned, and Zhu Zhuqing walked over on tiptoe.

"Master."

"Greetings, Seniors."

Demon-Subduing Douluo glanced at Qiangu Aoshi, his expression seeming to say, You really know how to play.

"Little girl, since you are with our Aoshi, you must devote yourself to him wholeheartedly from now on. Do not let any other thoughts arise."

"As for the Star Luo Empire, do not carry any burden over them anymore. If they truly come looking, let them come to Spirit Hall. This old man will have a word with them."

Qianjun Douluo's voice was calm and steady, making him sound exceptionally convincing.

"Little girl, regardless of what identity you have by our Aoshi's side, if you never abandon him in the future, this old man will not allow our Aoshi to abandon you after taking what he wants."

"A true man stands in this world through responsibility and commitment. This old man believes that the son I raised will not be a heartless and faithless man."

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes shone as her lips trembled.

"I am willing to serve Master for the rest of my life, following him through life and death."

Qiangu Aoshi stepped forward and took Zhu Zhuqing's slender jade hand, then turned to bid farewell to his first and second fathers.

"Alright, First Father, Second Father, we'll be heading back first."

After bidding them farewell, Qiangu Aoshi took Zhu Zhuqing on a tour around Spirit Hall so she could familiarize herself with the paths.

Only then did they return to his private courtyard.

Qiangu Aoshi pinched Zhu Zhuqing's cheek. Her delicate, smooth skin was so lovely that he could not bear to let go.

"Zhuqing, you will live with me from now on. Find yourself the largest room and the softest bed. If you are hungry or thirsty, just give an order and someone will bring what you need."

The promises made by Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Subduing Douluo had resolved all of Zhu Zhuqing's worries.

She no longer needed to fear persecution from the Zhu Clan and the Dai Family, nor did she need to worry that Qiangu Aoshi would take advantage of her and then refuse responsibility.

This was the happiness Zhu Zhuqing wanted.

Faced with Qiangu Aoshi's intimate gesture, she obediently rubbed her cheek against his palm. The coldness she had feigned to protect herself melted away like ice and snow.

Zhu Zhuqing's tenderness wrapped tightly around him like water.

"I'll wait for you to come back."

Qiangu Aoshi's Adam's apple bobbed. If he did not still have matters to attend to, he truly would not have wanted to turn around and leave.

After taking a long breath, Qiangu Aoshi still turned and left.

He headed for Spirit Hall's Black Prison, a place where fallen Soul Masters were imprisoned.

Qiangu Aoshi knew the way well. This was not his first time here.

The Black Prison lay deep underground, without a trace of daylight. It was damp and dark, filled endlessly with pleas for mercy, furious curses... and all manner of shouting.

Qiangu Aoshi arrived at an area resembling an arena.

The Black Prison's overseer came over and greeted Qiangu Aoshi with great courtesy.

"Bring Zhao Wuji here. There is no need for a trial. Cross his name off the Black Prison register."

No trial meant a private execution.

The Black Prison overseer agreed without another word. Clearly, this was not the first time.

Before long!

Zhao Wuji was brought to the arena. The chains locking his clavicles and hands were opened, and he regained his freedom.

Qiangu Aoshi summoned his Martial Soul. Red light flashed, and a two-meter-long Coiling Dragon Staff appeared in his grasp.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black—five soul rings rose and fell around him. The pressure of his Soul Power spread throughout the entire arena.

"Zhao Wuji, prepare to die."

Zhao Wuji moved his sore limbs. Ever since being captured and brought to Spirit Hall, he had never expected to leave alive.

If he could perish together with Qiangu Aoshi, he would laugh even in his dreams.

He glared viciously at Qiangu Aoshi and bared his teeth in a savage, bloodthirsty grin.

"You little bastard, you really dare fight me. If I die, I can still take a genius of Spirit Hall with me. I'm not losing out."

He instantly activated Martial Soul Possession. His body grew taller, his muscles swelled, and he became like a humanoid giant bear.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black—six soul rings rose and fell around him.

He had originally been a Soul Sage, but after Qiangu Aoshi struck him with a blow, he had been knocked out of the Soul Sage realm and was left with only Soul Emperor-level Soul Power.

Looking at his remaining six soul rings, Zhao Wuji's expression darkened.

"You little bastard, someone who can knock down a Soul Master's realm should not exist in this world."

"First Soul Skill, Immovable Bright King Body!"

"Fourth Soul Skill, Lock-on Tracking!"

"Second Soul Skill, Great Strength Vajra Palm!"

Golden light erupted from Zhao Wuji's body, forming a protective golden barrier around him.

His fourth soul ring shot out and, in the blink of an eye, encircled Qiangu Aoshi.

Zhao Wuji suddenly leaped up, his body seeming to be pulled by an invisible force as he pounced toward Qiangu Aoshi, who had been encircled by the fourth soul ring.

His palms expanded like two cattail fans, and the fierce wind they generated made Qiangu Aoshi's clothes flap violently.

"Go die!"

Qiangu Aoshi's first two soul rings lit up.

"First and Second Soul Skills, Coiling Dragon Oscillation!"

Qiangu Aoshi's aura erupted. Gripping the Coiling Dragon Staff tightly, he swung it out. An enraged dragon roared as a three-meter dragon-shaped blast of force crashed head-on into Zhao Wuji.

With a thunderous boom!

Zhao Wuji was forcibly blasted backward. Violent tremors spread through his entire body, leaving him numb and weak. Seventy percent of his strength vanished, his mind went blank, and his unfocused eyes rolled back as he fainted.

"Third Soul Skill, Coiling Dragon Might!"

"Fifth Soul Skill, Coiling Dragon Stacking!"

Coiling Dragon Might increased strength and attack power by 100%, granting armor-piercing properties that could ignore defenses.

Coiling Dragon Stacking accumulated Soul Power and stacked its might.

Holding the Coiling Dragon Staff, Qiangu Aoshi assumed a stance ready to unleash his attack. Soul Power continuously poured into the staff, making its body tremble as red light flared. The increasingly powerful aura distorted the surrounding air at a rapid pace.