With a thought from Qian Renxue, an enormous phantom of an Eight Wings Angel, a hundred feet tall, materialized behind her. Platinum light illuminated the entire valley.
The phantom moved in sync with her body. Every time she raised her hand, the holy sword in its hand slashed down as well.
It was the Eight Wings Angel's companion weapon. Its slashes carried sacred fire, dealing even more terrifying damage to those with evil attributes.
Not only that, a golden halo spread out from beneath her feet, covering an area a hundred meters in diameter.
Within that area, the air grew as heavy as lead. Any enemy who tried to approach would feel all their attributes suppressed.
This was the Angel Domain. Anyone below seven rings who stepped inside would be almost entirely at her mercy.
Sacred power spread silently through the domain. The Griffin Emperor's corpse slowly dissipated, leaving only a gleaming Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone on the ground.
The Light Unicorn had previously dropped a Right Leg Bone. This Soul Bone had a rather unusual shape, with the attributes of wind and light faintly circulating within it. It looked like a wing-shaped external soul bone.
Qian Renxue bent down and picked it up. "This... this is an external soul bone?!"
External soul bones did not occupy regular Soul Bone slots and were exceedingly precious. As the Evil God would put it, this drop was a jackpot!
After some thought, she set aside her intention to absorb it immediately and put it into her Soul Tool, deciding to consult the Evil God once he woke before making any plans.
Qian Renxue stood up and stretched, feeling the surging Soul Power inside her that was almost overflowing. Then she turned to Qian Daoliu. "Grandpa, the Soul Bones you promised me."
Qian Daoliu drew a deep breath. He had prepared for this long ago, but he had never expected this moment to arrive so quickly.
He took three Angel Soul Bones, shimmering with golden light, out of his Storage Soul Tool.
A Left Arm Bone, a left leg bone, and a Right Leg Bone. Each radiated a gentle yet substantial divine aura.
Qian Renxue first took out a small bottle and pulled out the stopper. A strange aura interweaving extreme cold and extreme heat rushed toward her face.
She tipped her head back and swallowed the Bone-Separation Powder the Evil God had prepared. The instant its medicinal power entered her body, the Right Leg Bone from the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor began to loosen and separate at the root of her right leg.
Ten breaths later, the Blue Star Emperor Soul Bone floated out of her right leg. She removed it and put it into her Storage Soul Tool.
Only now was it time to fuse with the Angel Soul Bones.
She sat cross-legged and pressed the Left Arm Bone against her left forearm.
Golden light instantly enveloped her left arm. Sacred energy poured into her meridians, and power surged from the arm bone.
The Left Arm Bone's Soul Skill, Angel Block, could passively enhance her blocking ability. Its basic effect deflected twenty percent of incoming damage, and it could also absorb some of the Soul Power from an opponent's Soul Skill for her own use.
As her strength increased, that proportion would grow as well.
The left leg bone followed, granting her the Soul Skill Angel Teleportation. Its function was just as its name suggested, though it had cooldown and distance restrictions.
Last came the Right Leg Bone, which granted her the Soul Skill Angel Earthfire Rising. A scorching force surged from her right leg. She could feel that with a single stomp, raging energy would burst out of the ground.
When the last trace of golden light sank into her body, Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes.
Her Soul Power rose once more, climbing from rank seventy-five all the way to rank seventy-nine, only one step away from Soul Douluo.
By now, four Angel Soul Bones had fused into her body, forming a faintly visible energy circuit between them. Golden light flowed ceaselessly over her skin.
Once the final torso bone fused with her, they would undergo a qualitative transformation, all becoming Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones. At that point, she would comprehend more, and more powerful, Soul Bone Skills.
Qian Daoliu stood in the distance, watching his granddaughter stand beneath the setting sun in Sunset Forest, her Eight Wings unfurled like a descending deity.
From the clan genealogy, he knew of the Angel Clan's countless geniuses, but none had ever reached such heights at fifteen.
Golden Crocodile Douluo stood beside Qian Daoliu, his voice carrying an irrepressible tremor. "Great Enshrined, just what did the Saintess experience in Slaughter City? She accumulated such terrifying Soul Power in just over two months!"
The other Consecrated Elders also cast astonished, curious looks her way. "Such a cultivation speed is truly unheard of."
Azure Luan Douluo let out a lingering sigh. "I had the honor of accompanying Her Highness the Saintess when she hunted for her fifth Soul Ring. In my view, the previous Infiltration Plan did nothing but hold her back. Her Highness had no time to cultivate. Now that she has devoted herself fully to cultivation, her talent has naturally revealed itself!"
Qian Daoliu fell silent for a moment. "This was my fault. Fortunately, Xue'er withdrew in time. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have become a sinner condemned for all eternity by the Angel Clan and Spirit Hall."
"Indeed. That so-called Infiltration Plan truly held Her Highness the Saintess back..."
Holy Soul Village was not far from Nuoding City.
Tang San followed the village chief, Old Jack. They set out in the morning, and after half a day's journey, they could already see Nuoding City's walls that afternoon.
Old Jack led Tang San through the city gates. After asking for directions several times, they finally stood before the entrance to Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.
The archway was twenty meters wide and ten meters tall, with heavy, pitch-black iron gates. For Tang San, who had grown up in the countryside, it felt rather like being a country bumpkin visiting the city.
The gatekeeper was a young man in his early thirties. Leaning against a gatepost, he sized up Old Jack and Tang San. His gaze paused on Tang San's patched clothes, and his lips curled into a sneer. "What do you want? Is this a place for country folk like you?"
Old Jack smiled apologetically. "Young man, we're from Holy Soul Village. This child has our village's work-study place for this year. Could you tell us what formalities we need to complete?"
The gatekeeper said nothing, rubbing two fingers together. He all but had the words "give me something" written across his face.
But Old Jack did not understand and kept waiting for him to continue.
Seeing that he did nothing, the gatekeeper frowned. "A work-study student? Can a golden phoenix really come out of a nest of weeds? Let me see your certificate."
Old Jack hurriedly handed over the certificate Su Yuntao had issued.
The gatekeeper glanced at it casually and laughed. "Blue Silver Grass martial soul? And innate full soul power? I've worked as a gatekeeper at this academy for four years. I've seen plenty of certificates like this. It's fake."
"You!" Old Jack's face flushed red with anger. "A Spirit Hall deacon issued this certificate himself!"
"A Spirit Hall deacon?" The gatekeeper scoffed. "Then why don't you go ask him to come here and confront me? Two country bumpkins. Holy Soul Village? Beggar Village sounds more like it."
He raised a hand to shove Old Jack in the chest, still muttering, "Get lost, get lost! Stop being an eyesore!"
Just then, Tang San moved.
He shifted his left foot slightly and swept his left hand around, pulling the gatekeeper's right hand aside. At the same time, he stepped forward with his right foot, planting it behind the man's left foot. Clamping both hands around the gatekeeper's wrist, he followed through with a forward push.
With his foot caught, the gatekeeper toppled backward and landed squarely on the ground with a thud.
Old Jack froze for a moment before coming to his senses. "Xiao San! You..."
"You little brat!" The gatekeeper scrambled up, unable to save face. Rolling up his sleeves, he was about to charge over.
"Stop!" A hoarse voice came from the side.
The gatekeeper stopped. When he turned and saw the newcomer, his expression immediately changed. "G-Grandmaster, you're back."
Tang San looked toward the voice.
A man in his forties or fifties had appeared beside them at some point. His short black hair was parted to one side, and he held his hands behind his back. His appearance was ordinary, but his eyes, ringed with dark circles, held a wise gleam. He looked very clever.
He glanced at the gatekeeper. "What happened?"
The gatekeeper stammered, "These two country... they were trying to sneak into the academy..."
Yu Xiaogang ignored him and turned to Old Jack. "Sir, may I see the certificate from Spirit Hall?"
Old Jack hurriedly handed it over.
Yu Xiaogang took the certificate and examined it for a few seconds. His gaze lingered on Tang San for a while before he handed it back. "The certificate is genuine. Sir, on behalf of the academy, I apologize for what just happened. Leave this child to me."
Old Jack thanked him repeatedly and gave Tang San a few more reminders before finally turning to leave.
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