"Madman!"
"I think you're truly beyond saving!"
"This is a Soul Elder we're talking about-a nine-year-old Soul Elder!"
The ignorant knew no fear. Ling Yuan looked at Qian Xunji with a complicated expression. What a look that was, filled with both shock and dejection.
Ling Yuan considered herself an unparalleled prodigy, but she had already been fourteen when she became a Soul Elder, a full five years behind Qian Xunji!
Five whole years were enough to change a great many things!
"A nine-year-old Soul Elder is certainly dazzling!"
"But is that little achievement enough to make you shrink back?"
"Without opponents like this on the path of cultivation, wouldn't cultivating be far too dull? Competition brings pressure!"
"That's what makes it fun, doesn't it?"
Meng Qianqiu readily acknowledged Qian Xunji's excellence. There was nothing to it, really. After all, the Qian Family's Six-Winged Angel was a god-bestowed Martial Soul.
Once the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul awakened, one's innate Soul Power could reach rank twenty. For ordinary Soul Masters, that truly was an extravagant dream.
The Qian Family's Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul had a head start on the path of cultivation. After awakening, its bearer could hunt down two soul rings in one go.
"Nine years old, rank thirty-one!"
"Qian Xunji's growth is slower than I imagined, but that's fine. It benefits me, too."
Others did not know the Qian Family's secrets, but as a transmigrator, Meng Qianqiu knew them perfectly well, so he was not particularly surprised.
"Eleven ranks of Soul Power in three years!"
"It seems Qian Xunji isn't particularly diligent about cultivation. He's still within the cultivation range of someone with innate full Soul Power."
"Three ranks of Soul Power a year, plus the increase from two soul rings. That cultivation speed is passable."
Meng Qianqiu glanced at Qian Xunji. In the outside world, such cultivation speed would already be exceedingly rare.
But to Meng Qianqiu, that cultivation speed was still far from enough. It could only be called passable, nothing outstanding!
"Yan Yang, fifteen years old. Martial Soul: Blazing Lion. Rank thirty-two Power Attack System Battle Soul Elder. Soul ring configuration: two yellow and one purple!"
"You've passed. This way, please!"
The Red-Robed Bishop glanced at Yan Yang. Good grief, this elite selection tournament had actually flushed out an elder's son.
"This must be Mighty Lion Douluo's son, right?"
"So young! Truly, a tiger father never sires a dog son!"
As Spirit Hall's third elder, Mighty Lion Douluo was second in strength only to Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile, and evenly matched with Azure Luan Douluo.
Twenty years ago, Mighty Lion Douluo had married and had a child. Qian Daoliu had followed close behind, starting a family after Mighty Lion Douluo and fathering his only son, Qian Xunji.
As Mighty Lion Douluo's son, Yan Yang had enjoyed treatment unimaginable to ordinary people from birth, and could also be considered one of Spirit Hall's own.
"Now things are starting to get interesting!"
Meng Qianqiu spoke at once. This Yan Yang before him was the future Mad Lion Douluo, and could be counted among Qian Xunji's people.
"She Long, fifteen years old. Martial Soul: mutated Snake Lance. Rank thirty-four Power Attack System Battle Soul Elder. Soul ring configuration: two yellow and one purple!"
"Oh!"
"Your Martial Soul is quite extraordinary!"
"You've passed. Come over here!"
"All right, next person, step forward!"
The Red-Robed Bishop glanced at She Long. This boy's Martial Soul was interesting: it could switch freely between a tool Martial Soul and a beast Martial Soul.
"Ling Yuan, fourteen years old. Martial Soul: Lie Yan Rainbow Phoenix. Rank thirty-three Power Attack System Battle Soul Elder. Soul ring configuration: two yellow and one purple!"
"You're very good, too. Hurry inside!"
The Red-Robed Bishop nodded. Good, another promising talent. A top-tier mutated beast Martial Soul, with enormous potential for future growth.
"My turn! My turn!"
Wang Zhan came to the front of the line and spoke with some impatience.
"Wang Zhan, thirteen years old. Martial Soul: Golden Light War Tiger. Rank thirty-four Power Attack System Battle Soul Elder. Soul ring configuration: one yellow and two purple!"
"Wait, soul ring configuration: one yellow and two purple?"
Looking at the information in his hand, the Red-Robed Bishop immediately knitted his brows. At the same time, he turned a scrutinizing gaze on Wang Zhan.
"Release your Martial Soul. Let me take a look!"
The Red-Robed Bishop strongly suspected that Wang Zhan had fabricated this information himself. How could such a soul ring combination exist in this world?
"Martial Soul possession!"
Wang Zhan did not argue. He immediately released his Martial Soul. A Golden Light War Tiger Emperor appeared, and soul rings rose beneath his feet.
Yellow, purple, purple. Three soul rings appeared in concentric layers beneath Wang Zhan's feet, from the inside out, giving the Red-Robed Bishop quite a shock.
"One yellow and two purple? How is that possible?"
The Red-Robed Bishop's expression changed drastically, and he immediately cried out.
"Alas, another one's gone mad!"
"What's there to make such a fuss about?"
"My boss's soul rings are what you call freakish!"
Wang Zhan curled his lips. These country bumpkins had never seen the world. A trifling little spectacle like this had actually frightened them.
"Hmm? Who is your boss?"
A gleam flashed through the Red-Robed Bishop's eyes. So there was a trail to follow behind all this. Perhaps he could extract the secret through interrogation.
"Unworthy though I am, I am their leader!"
Meng Qianqiu immediately stepped forward and offered a noble's salute. This Red-Robed Bishop before him seemed to harbor ill intentions.
But just who was Meng Qianqiu?
In terms of background and strength, Meng Qianqiu considered himself inferior to none of the prodigies on the Douluo Continent!
To Meng Qianqiu, those peerless geniuses so widely celebrated in the outside world merely met the threshold for seeing him!
"And who might you be?"
The Red-Robed Bishop frowned, scrutinizing the newcomer.
"My name is Meng Qianqiu. My grandfather is Meng Zhongqi!"
Meng Qianqiu stated his origins. Upon hearing Meng Zhongqi's name, the Red-Robed Bishop's pupils contracted, and cold sweat poured down his back.
"Meng Qianqiu, what a fine name!"
"So you're the fifth elder's grandson!"
"Truly, your family's learning runs deep. The Meng Family's legacy stretches back over a thousand years and is indeed unfathomable. No wonder you've had such opportunities!"
The Red-Robed Bishop immediately abandoned his little schemes. Interrogate Meng Qianqiu and probe the secret behind this? He must have been courting death.
Even given the courage of eight leopards, he would not dare do such a thing.
Who was Meng Zhongqi? The continent's foremost Control System Soul Master, a rank ninety-four Titled Douluo, and Spirit Hall's fifth elder.
Although Meng Zhongqi did not rank particularly high, in an actual fight, his destructive power was enough to thrash the elders ahead of him.
Not to mention, Meng Zhongqi was a ruthless Titled Douluo. He did not have long to live anyway, and everyone rubbed him somewhat the wrong way.
Meng Zhongqi had seniority and tremendous destructive power, along with a hundred thousand year soul ring and a hundred thousand year soul bone. Anyone with eyes knew better than to provoke him.
Scheming against this lord meant thinking death was not coming quickly enough. In Spirit Hall, even the Pope yielded to him somewhat.
"Dugu Bo, fifteen years old. Martial Soul: Golden-Eyed Earth Dragon. Rank forty-two Power Attack System Battle Soul Ancestor. Soul ring configuration: one yellow and three purple!"
"Yue Guan, thirteen years old. Martial Soul: Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum. Rank forty-three Power Attack System Battle Soul Ancestor. Soul ring configuration: one yellow and three purple."
"Gui Mei, thirteen years old. Martial Soul: Dark Night Sovereign. Rank forty-one Agility Attack System Battle Soul Ancestor. Soul ring configuration: one yellow and three purple."
"Meng Qianqiu, thirteen years old!"
"Possesses an external Martial Soul: Manggu Vermilion Toad. Rank forty-five Summoning System Battle Soul Ancestor. Soul ring configuration: one yellow, two purple, and one black!"
"A thousand-year second ring, and a ten-thousand-year fourth ring!"
"This..."
The Red-Robed Bishop began examining everyone's Martial Souls and Soul Power one by one. When he saw Meng Qianqiu's soul ring configuration, he froze.
Is he even human? How can he be this freakish?
Seeing it, the Red-Robed Bishop could not help feeling shocked.
"Ah, what a shame!"
"A ten-thousand-year fourth ring!"
Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Dugu Bo could not help sighing.
The three looked at Meng Qianqiu's fourth ring with great envy, but unfortunately, their spiritual power had not met the requirement.
Absorbing a ten thousand year soul ring carried enormous risks!
After breaking through to rank forty, the three had still been unable to attempt a ten-thousand-year fourth ring because their spiritual power was insufficient.
With the Meng Family's help, the three had carefully selected and each hunted a nine-thousand-year Soul Beast to serve as their fourth soul ring.
Although their fourth soul rings had not crossed the ten-thousand-year threshold, their purple color was so deep it approached black. They could still be considered minor treasures.
"Rank forty-five Soul Power!"
"Soul ring configuration: one yellow, two purple, and one black!"
"A thirteen-year-old Soul Ancestor. No wonder he's so confident!"
Ling Yuan looked at Meng Qianqiu. She had thought Qian Xunji was already unmatched beneath the heavens, never expecting this person to be even fiercer than him!
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