Light's Deception

What happened next was just as Qian Chaoguang had expected.

Tang Ya struck and instantly killed a Wind Baboon that had tried to ambush them, then discovered the Thousand-Year Mandala Snake that had just spawned nearby.

"Xiaoya, protect Chaoguang."

With that, Bei Bei was possessed by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and unleashed several Tang Sect secret techniques, circling and clashing with the Thousand-Year Mandala Snake. For a time, neither side could gain the upper hand.

Tang Ya watched the situation in the field tensely, terrified that something might happen to Bei Bei.

Qian Chaoguang, meanwhile, observed the battle before him while thinking over his four Spirit Skills.

The first skill was Light Sharing.

A pure chicken-rib skill—at least for now.

Its effect was to attach his Extreme Ice Light to his teammates, allowing them to briefly wield the power of light as well.

But.

As everyone knew, the Spirit Masters of Douluo Continent, apart from the Body Sect and Ji Juechen, were basically no different from trash once they were separated from the assistance of their Spirit Skills.

So.

This was pretty awkward.

Unless the other party had a light-type Martial Soul, it might have some use.

The second skill was called Light Impact. It was somewhat similar to Superman's laser vision, firing beams of light from both eyes to attack an opponent.

It was an ordinary skill in every respect. Its only advantage was that it could be cast instantly.

The third skill was called Light Interference, though Qian Chaoguang preferred to call it Light Pollution.

Its effect was to release a burst of intense light to interfere with the enemy's vision. It could barely be considered somewhat useful.

However, this damn thing didn't distinguish between friend and foe. Once a ball of Light Pollution was slapped down, everyone got collectively blinded.

The fourth skill was Light Mimicry, which looked like the most useless one of all.

Aside from being able to shape light into all kinds of forms, Qian Chaoguang temporarily had no idea what the hell this thing was supposed to do.

He could already turn Extreme Ice Light into light blades before he even had the skill, okay?

How about he just told people that the other three skills were all imitated with Light Mimicry?

That didn't seem impossible either.

While Qian Chaoguang was pondering his Spirit Skills, the Mandala Snake had already begun fighting desperately. Bei Bei was momentarily unable to withstand it and was forced back step by step.

Tang Ya gritted her teeth and summoned Blue Silver Grass, about to rush in and help.

Before she could move, someone acted even faster than her.

Two pillars of light shot out from Qian Chaoguang's eyes and struck the Mandala Snake's vital point in an instant.

The moment the Extreme Ice Light made contact with the Mandala Snake, it blasted a breach in its hard scales. The scales shattered, exposing the soft flesh beneath.

The intense chill froze the skin under its scales, weakening the defense on its body's surface once more.

The power seemed passable, and the consumption was average too.

Only then did Qian Chaoguang feel a little comforted.

Light Impact's speed was pushed to the extreme. It was released instantly and struck instantly, and the Mandala Snake was stunned on the spot by this attack that arrived first despite being launched later.

Before the two people and the snake could react, Qian Chaoguang had already released Light Impact three times in succession, making the Mandala Snake hiss sharply as multiple spots across its body were frozen over.

As expected of the leader of Shrek Outer Court, Bei Bei was only stunned for a brief moment before immediately seizing this opening.

Thunderous Might and Thunder Dragon Claw blasted out fiercely, striking the Mandala Snake's vital point once again.

The terrifying lightning directly electrocuted it into unconsciousness.

The Thousand-Year Mandala Snake was known for its powerful body and speed as fast as lightning.

But in the end, it was still flesh and blood, and could not withstand the power of thunder.

Bei Bei forcefully exerted his strength while under Wrath of Thunder, squeezing until its bones cracked loudly, as if they might burst apart at any moment.

"Xiaoya."

Bei Bei let out a low shout.

Tang Ya naturally would not let such an opportunity pass. She flew to the Mandala Snake's side, and a half-foot-long throwing knife stabbed straight into the snake's mouth, ending the poor little unlucky thing's life.

The light of lightning receded.

Seeing the purple Spirit Ring slowly condense into shape, Bei Bei also let out a breath of relief.

Tang Ya seized the chance to sit down and absorb the Spirit Ring, while Qian Chaoguang took the opportunity to chat idly with Bei Bei.

"Brother Bei, is Sister Tang Ya's Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass?"

Bei Bei nodded and said, "Ten thousand years ago, our ancestor Tang San relied on the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul to forge the Tang Sect's glory. Later, he became a god and departed. To commemorate him, the later generations of the Tang Sect also stubbornly took pride in having the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul."

"Unfortunately, facts proved that not just anyone could unleash great power from Blue Silver Grass. Ever since ancestor Tang San left, no one else has been able to stand at the peak of the continent."

"Blue Silver Grass, huh. I hope Sister Tang Ya can become as powerful as the Tang Sect Master from ten thousand years ago."

Blue Silver Grass?

What bullshit Blue Silver Grass!

Qian Chaoguang dealt with them verbally while cursing inwardly, and at the same time, he felt sorry for these descendants of the Tang Sect.

Tang San's was some damn Blue Silver Grass? That was clearly the Blue Silver Emperor, a top-tier plant Martial Soul.

What the hell was Blue Silver Grass?

The trashiest Martial Soul—almost without exception.

Even after Tang Ya received an Epic-Level enhancement in the original work, it was still only the Dark Blue Silver King, a whole tier below the Blue Silver Emperor.

Before that bastard Tang San ascended, he was probably trying to highlight his own "grassroots rise" and "inspirational journey," while also building momentum for Yu Xiaogang's so-called theory that "there are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Spirit Masters," so he never told his descendants what his Martial Soul actually was.

And there it was—he had screwed over the Tang Sect for a full ten thousand years, then prettied it up by saying: descendants have their own fortunes, and gods cannot casually interfere in the affairs of the Lower Realm.

Pah!

Disgusting!

Vile!

Ice pure and jade clean, my ass—go be pure with your second uncle!

"I hope so. Reaching the peak of the continent's powerful figures with Blue Silver Grass has always been Xiao Ya's dream."

Bei Bei had no idea that Qian Chaoguang was frantically tearing into Tang San in his head, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Compared to that, Chaoguang, you really gave me a huge surprise! Instantaneous light attacks, and the offensive power truly wasn't weak—on top of that, you could actually fire three in a row. Once you reach my level of cultivation, I'm afraid you'd be able to kill a Mandala Snake all by yourself."

Qian Chaoguang also smiled and said, "I was just curious and wanted to try it. I didn't expect it to have any effect."

Bei Bei said seriously, "Chaoguang, don't belittle yourself. Spirit skills that can be released instantly are not common, and ones that can be released consecutively are even rarer. Add to that the strange Cold Ice Power of your Martial Soul, which greatly weakened the Mandala Snake—that was how I was able to achieve success in one strike."

"Oh right, Chaoguang, what's this spirit skill of yours called? Light Impact? Light Strike? Is its effect to release beams of light to strike the enemy? Does it consume a lot?"

Qian Chaoguang just so happened to want to lead Bei Bei's understanding of him down the wrong path, so now he went along with it perfectly.

"Brother Bei, this skill of mine is called Light Mimicry. To put it plainly, it lets me mimic my own Light Martial Soul into all sorts of shapes. Look, like this."

As he spoke, Qian Chaoguang drew the long blade from his back.

Extreme Ice Light instantly enveloped the blade, and in front of the tip, another section of blue light blade extended outward.

The blade was likewise wreathed in azure Extreme Ice Light, exhaling chill air and giving off a dangerous aura.

Under Bei Bei's stunned gaze, the blue light blade gradually turned into a blue hammerhead, and even directly detached from the blade, flying upward into the air.

"Or like just now, I can condense the light into a single line and release it from within my body to attack an opponent. Because it's essentially a mimicry of my Martial Soul, there's no attack interval, and I can decide the attack strength myself. If my Soul Power and Mental Power are enough to support it, I can even keep firing continuously."

"No way?"

Bei Bei stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Mimicry? I've never seen such an outrageous skill. Can this really drop from a Wind Baboon? We've been researching Martial Souls on Douluo Continent for tens of thousands of years, but in all the books I've read, there has never been any record of a situation like yours. It's truly hard to imagine."

Qian Chaoguang smiled and asked in return, "Isn't that normal? After all, Brother Bei, you also don't know why my Martial Soul is so strange, do you?"

This time, it was Bei Bei's turn to scratch his head.

After holding it in for a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out one sentence: "What you said... seems to make a lot of sense."