Against-the-Heavens Spirit Ring, Shocking Qian Daoliu

Douluo Continent.

Spirit City, Consecration Hall.

Qian Daoliu's gaze rested calmly on the youth in the hall.

The youth was fifteen or sixteen years old, with a tall, straight figure, handsome features, and dressed in black.

Standing beside Qian Daoliu were two men.

The one on the left had a stern face and eyes like knives; he was the Sixth Consecrator, Qianjun Douluo.

The one on the right had a burly build and a faint, lingering smile at the corners of his mouth; he was the Seventh Consecrator, Demon Subduing Douluo.

Logically speaking, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth with no background had no right to stand here, nor should he have appeared here at all.

It was his Martial Soul that gave him the opportunity to face these three top-tier powerhouses.

At this moment, the gazes of the three Consecrators were fixed on the youth's right hand.

He held a long staff in his hand.

It was dark gold throughout, about three meters long, and as thick as a child's arm. The surface was not smooth, but covered in fine, dense scale patterns.

A relief of a dragon's head was coiled around the staff, its eyes half-open, with golden light faintly flowing within them.

"It really is a Coiling Dragon Staff!"

Demon Subduing Douluo exclaimed in surprise.

As Qianjun Douluo looked at the youth's Martial Soul, his eyes also revealed an undisguised look of pleasant surprise.

The Martial Soul of the two brothers was none other than the Coiling Dragon Staff.

This fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth, who had absolutely nothing to do with them, actually possessed the same Martial Soul as they did.

This was simply incredible!

"Kid, how old are you? What is your Soul Power level?"

"Fifteen years old, level forty-five."

"Level forty-five?!"

Demon Subduing Douluo's face showed shock, then he laughed heartily:

"Reaching level forty-five at fifteen, your talent is even stronger than those of the Golden Generation. You truly live up to the name of the Coiling Dragon, ha ha~~~~"

Qianjun Douluo and Qian Daoliu exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat incredulous.

Before they could speak, Demon Subduing Douluo said impatiently:

"Kid, show us your Spirit Rings."

The youth nodded, and with a thought, he released his Spirit Rings.

Black, black, black, black!

Four Spirit Rings rose from beneath his feet in succession.

The moment the first Spirit Ring bloomed with black light, Demon Subduing Douluo was dumbfounded.

Seeing those four complete Spirit Rings, the brothers were stunned into speechlessness.

"This... how is this possible?!"

The first Spirit Ring started at the ten-thousand-year level!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that such an against-the-heavens Spirit Ring configuration could exist in this world.

Even the peerless powerhouse Qian Daoliu, who had weathered a hundred years of storms and long since hidden his joys and sorrows deep within his heart, now showed a look of astonishment in his eyes.

Theoretically, the limit for a Spirit Master's first Spirit Ring was just over four hundred years, the second was over seven hundred years, the third was over seventeen hundred years, and the limit for the fourth was about five thousand years.

Even if a genius could slightly break through, it would only be by a few decades or a hundred years at most.

It was absolutely impossible to have a first Spirit Ring starting at ten thousand years like this.

This completely defied common sense.

Qianjun Douluo recovered his senses and asked:

"How many years are these four Spirit Rings of yours?"

The youth responded calmly:

"The first Spirit Ring is ten thousand years, the second is twenty thousand years, the third is thirty thousand years, and the fourth is fifty thousand years."

The three of them looked at each other, feeling even more incredulous.

Every one of the youth's Spirit Rings far exceeded the limits that an ordinary Spirit Master could withstand.

Demon Subduing Douluo asked:

"You... kid, where did you pop out from?"

The youth retracted his Martial Soul and Spirit Rings.

"My name is Ye Han. My parents died when I was young, and I was raised by an old man who took me in and taught me. Last month, my master passed away. Before he died, he told me never to reveal his name or origin to anyone, no matter who I met. So, I'm sorry, three seniors, but I cannot tell you who my master was."

The great hall fell silent for a moment.

The three men looked at each other, shock written all over their faces.

To have trained a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child to possess such heaven-defying Spirit Ring configurations, and then to have sent him to Spirit Hall to find them before passing away.

There was actually such an expert in this world, yet none of the three of them had ever heard of him.

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a moment before asking, "Your master told you to come to Spirit Hall to find us?"

Ye Han nodded. "Yes. Master said my Spirit Ring configuration is unusual and far beyond the scope of ordinary understanding. He said that if I were to wander the world alone, I would inevitably attract covetous eyes and invite disaster once discovered. He said that since I possess the Coiling Dragon Staff Martial Soul, which is the same as the two senior patrons of Spirit Hall, I should be taken in if I came to seek refuge."

Upon hearing this, Demon Subduing Douluo laughed out loud again. "Kid, you've come to the right place. The Coiling Dragon Staff Martial Soul is extremely rare. Since you have a connection with us brothers and are such a rare genius, we will naturally take you in. From now on, we'll protect you!"

Qianjun Douluo did not say much, merely nodding slightly.

Qian Daoliu's gaze fell upon Ye Han, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. "Although I don't know who your master is, he must have had some connection with our Spirit Hall, otherwise he wouldn't have told you to come find us before he passed. Welcome to Spirit Hall. From today on, you are a member of Spirit Hall."

"Thank you, three seniors."

Ye Han bowed and continued, "Since I am now a member of Spirit Hall, I should think of Spirit Hall's interests. Before my master passed away, he cast a divination for me that concerns Spirit Hall."

"Concerns Spirit Hall?"

Qian Daoliu's brows twitched.

Although he didn't believe in such things, the four ten-thousand-year Spirit Rings Ye Han possessed were right in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a bit of curiosity about Ye Han's master.

"What did the divination say?"

"Master said that in the Soul Master Tournament a year from now, the Spirit Hall Academy Team will fail to win the championship as hoped, and he hoped my appearance could change this outcome."

Ye Han was being conservative; in reality, it was about changing the entire fate of Spirit Hall, but he was afraid of scaring them if he said it out loud.

Hearing this, the hall fell into silence once again.

The smile on Demon Subduing Douluo's face froze.

Qianjun Douluo's brows furrowed.

A clear ripple appeared in Qian Daoliu's calm eyes.

"What did you say?! The Spirit Hall Academy Team won't win the championship? Kid, do you have any idea what kind of caliber this year's students are?"

Demon Subduing Douluo's voice rose a few notches, carrying a hint of displeasure.

As a transmigrator, Ye Han naturally knew.

But he shook his head, pretending not to know.

Demon Subduing Douluo continued, "The students of this year's Spirit Hall Academy Team are stronger than the previous three batches combined! The title of the Golden Generation isn't just for show; everyone is above level forty. Yan, Xie Yue, and Hu Liena are the best among them, and they will surely break through to level fifty before the tournament begins. In the previous three Soul Master Tournaments, there has never been a Soul King-level participant. Yet this year, the Spirit Hall Academy Team will have three Soul Kings. The other main players will also reach above level forty-five by then! With such a powerful lineup, who could possibly defeat them?"