Risk and Reward

Ultimately, it all comes down to whether the information disclosed is commensurate with the risks taken.

At most, he could reveal that he is the high priest of a certain god. Qian Daoliu might be wary, but as long as it doesn't affect his granddaughter's ascension to godhood, the danger level shouldn't be that high.

Moreover, the person in front of her, Qian Renxue, is Bibi Dong Xue Qinghe, the child of Bibi Dong and the Secret Chamber Douluo. Her father is absent, her mother is hostile, and even her only grandfather's love is conditional.

But it was precisely one of the few, and most cherished, sources of warmth for her.

Wang Xingyu believed that, given Qian Renxue's love-starved personality, she would absolutely not want Qian Daoliu to die.

Xue Qinghe pondered for a moment, "Alright. I will convey your conditions. As for whether it will be successful, I cannot guarantee it."

"After all, it's a collaboration with the Spirit Hall. I'm already extremely grateful that Your Highness conveyed the message for me." Wang Xingyu cupped his hands slightly. "As for whether it succeeds or not, we'll leave it to fate. If the Spirit Hall refuses, please inform me, Your Highness."

He added in his mind, "If they really refuse, just say so, so I can make a run for it."

After all, without the ability to purify, one cannot purify the King of Slaughter; otherwise, it's all just empty talk.

I can only wait until I break through level 70 and can use the Divine Power of the Goddess of Life before I can go.

Xue Qinghe nodded and agreed to the request.

"By the way, Your Highness, the person I need to purify is the King of Slaughter. I don't know his exact level, but it shouldn't be lower than level ninety-five. I only know that he used to be a member of the Clear Sky Sect."

"Yes, I've noted it all down." Xue Qinghe had indeed forgotten to ask about this. Perhaps the information was too overwhelming for him, or perhaps he believed that there was nothing in the world that Qian Daoliu couldn't purify.

After exchanging a few more polite words, they agreed on a time and then got up to say goodbye.

Not long after Wang Xingyu left, a figure silently appeared in the room: a young man with short white hair and a scar on his face.

"Uncle She, why didn't you advise me to take him down directly this time?" Xue Qinghe, somewhat puzzled.

Normally, when encountering someone who might pose a threat to him, Snake Lance Douluo would suggest dealing with them secretly, but this time he was unusually quiet.

Snake Lance Douluo said with a wry smile, "I wish I could, but he's just a clone."

"A clone? I didn't even notice it."

"It's normal that the young master didn't notice. This clone of his is almost indistinguishable from a regular Soul Emperor. It wasn't until he released the purple, purple, purple, black, white, black configuration that I realized his power was off. After careful sensing, I discovered—"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a short man in a purple robe appeared in the room. "This kid is quite alert. I followed him for a short while before he turned into a pile of Blue Silver Grass."

It was none other than the Porcupinefish Douluo.

"It's nothing." Xue Qinghe shook his head. "I'll cultivate a good relationship with him. I'll go back to the Spirit Hall in the next couple of days to verify whether what he said is true or not."

Meanwhile, in a teahouse not far from the small building, Wang Xingyu sipped his tea. "Hehehe, clones are so useful, one person goes to negotiate inside the enemy's territory."

The Silver Moon Wolf Emperor beside him also sipped his tea. "With me here, what's the point of using clones? They're just two Titled Douluo."

"Senior Wolf Emperor can certainly crush ordinary Titled Douluo at will. However, if you were to make a move, our strength would be exposed too much, which might lead to unforeseen circumstances. Besides, this is exactly the kind of thrill we're looking for."

There's another layer Wang Xingyu didn't mention: the reason the Silver Moon Wolf Emperor followed the two of them was definitely not just because Xiao Wu was the Yue Shen God Trial.

This is probably a test as well—the more the Wolf Emperor uses his power, the lower his test score will be.

"Alright." The Silver Moon Wolf Emperor clicked its tongue, trying to put itself in the other's shoes.

It would be really exciting to negotiate with Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast when you are only 10,000 years old.

And so, the matter was settled.

Qian Renxue returned to the Spirit Hall and actually invited Qian Daoliu.

Exit of the Slaughter City.

"Little San, is there really no antidote for the Blood Swan Kiss?" Wang Xingyu asked.

Tang San shook his head. "This Immortal Herb only amplifies the toxicity of the Yellow Spring Road; it's not actually a poison, so there's no antidote. Xingyu, why are you asking this?"

Wang Xingyu did not answer directly, but instead pondered in his mind.

There are many reasons why Evil Soul Master will run rampant in the future.

The Evil Soul Master forces brought from the Sun Moon Continent, without the supervision of the Spirit Hall, arbitrarily forced Evil Martial Soul into becoming Evil Soul Master, Slaughter City.

It is impossible to know which factor was the decisive one; perhaps it was a combination of factors.

However, now that we know where things are headed, we should take precautions in many ways.

The Spirit Hall's oversight is quite good; otherwise, Ghost Douluo would probably also be considered Evil Soul Master, and my own equipment seems to be somewhat similar.

"The Slaughter City constantly corrupts the mind, driving people mad and succumbing to carnage. It also attracts some who seek to obtain the Divine Slaughter's Domain."

Wang Xingyu slowly began, "But it can attract those born with a thirst for blood to walk into its trap. It's an evil place, and also a kind of prison. These kinds of people exist everywhere, and it can gather them together, which has both advantages and disadvantages. What if the Slaughter City were under control?"

Tang San understood Wang Xingyu's meaning: he wanted to turn the Slaughter City into a controllable prison.

"There's no antidote, but I might be able to concoct some herbs to neutralize the poison. However, controlling the Slaughter City won't be easy."

He was still somewhat worried, fearing that something might go wrong.

Wang Xingyu smiled and asked, "Do you think we can do it?"

"Sure, but what about later?"

"Then let future generations make the choice; we simply need to relinquish the power of choice."

Tang San nodded. "Okay." He was convinced by Wang Xingyu's idea.

As they talked, golden and black forces clashed in the sky.

The two longswords clashed, each impact accompanied by an explosion of energy.

"Tang Chen?"

As Qian Daoliu, he became more and more familiar with the opponent, but his opponent's appearance and moves had changed, so he couldn't recognize him for a moment.

"You were actually Parasite and controlled, haha. I wonder what you'll think when you wake up and realize you've lost to me?"

Qian Daoliu was already invincible in the sky, let alone now that Tang Chen's strength has decreased so much.

"Divine Light!"

The golden power continued to scorch the King of Slaughter, with even better results than Wang Xingyu had anticipated.

The Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King even wanted to kill Qian Daoliu, which was completely due to being drunk.

At that moment, it had only one thought left—to escape.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Angel, Free Will!"

Qian Daoliu's voice was solemn.

"Angel Domain Skill, Holy Light Shines."

"Angel, purify."

Three enormous Angel Phantom appeared, forming a triangle that surrounded the King of Slaughter.

A phantom figure held a holy sword, pointing it towards the sky.

A phantom figure stretched out its arms towards the sky.

A phantom figure clasped its hands in prayer.

A vast expanse of holy light poured down like a tidal wave, and countless golden particles of light swirled around the King of Slaughter. The King of Slaughter's figure suddenly stiffened, and he was pinned in mid-air, unable to move.

The Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King struggled incessantly from Tang Chen's body, screaming as it tried to break free and escape.

But as soon as it poked half its body out, it was grabbed by a hand.

It was Tang Chen; his consciousness had been awakened by Qian Daoliu.

Several golden holy swords were about to pierce through, but Tang Chen forcefully pulled the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King out of his body and held it up with one hand.

The golden holy sword continued to pierce the body of the Nine-Headed Bat King.

"Aaaaaah--" The Nine-Headed Bat King let out a shrill roar.