69novels Chapter 17 Tang 3's Confusion
Chapter 17 Tang 3's Confusion
Spirit Hall, Angel Mountain.
This is the most sacred place in the Spirit Hall, and only the Grand Elders Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue are allowed to set foot here.
Golden light streamed down from the dome, illuminating the entire temple.
In the very center, a towering statue of an angel stands, ten feet tall, with six wings spread, its face holy and majestic.
A blond man knelt before the statue. He was handsome and looked to be only in his thirties, but his eyes held the weight of a century of vicissitudes.
His aura was very gentle, as warm as the sun, and he was none other than Qian Daoliu, the Limit Douluo with a soul power of 99.
"Honorable angel, what are your instructions?"
Qian Daoliu's voice echoed in the empty temple.
He has been sitting here in silence for three days and three nights, waiting for divine revelation.
The angel statue emitted a faint golden light.
The light was not dazzling. Then a voice entered Qian Daoliu's mind. The voice was neither male nor female, ethereal and distant, yet it carried an undeniable majesty.
"In the competition, Yang Teng, if Xiaoxue gets close to him, she can avoid a life-or-death ordeal later!"
Qian Daoliu suddenly opened his eyes.
"A life-or-death ordeal?!"
He spoke almost offhand, his gentle aura instantly fluctuating, causing the air in the temple to momentarily freeze.
"Who would threaten Xiaoxue? Is it the Haotian Sect? Or Seagod Island?"
He forced himself to calm his breathing, but the horror in his heart surged like a tidal wave.
Qian Renxue is his only granddaughter and the last hope of the angel clan. He also saw the potential in his granddaughter.
But now, the angel god himself is warning that Qian Renxue will face a life-or-death calamity in the future?
The golden light of the statue gradually dimmed, and the voice ceased to sound.
Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and knelt down again to pay his respects.
"Yes, Your Holiness the Angel God!"
He slowly rose, his golden robe flowing in the light, his gaze shifting from gentle to sharp—the sharpness befitting an invincible, peerless Douluo of the sky.
"Yang Teng..."
He repeated the name in a low voice.
"The Continental Elite High-Level Soul Master Tournament... Xiaoxue must get close to him."
Although he didn't understand why, Qian Daoliu had to obey God's instructions, so he turned and left the temple.
At the same time, deep within the Spirit Hall, in a dark, secret room.
The purplish-blue liquid churned in the huge bath, emitting an eerie fragrance and rich soul energy fluctuations.
In the pool, a woman with an exquisite face was soaking with her eyes closed, her long black hair spreading out like seaweed.
It was none other than Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall.
She was naked, her skin fair and translucent, like a silent snow-capped mountain.
Above her, several human cocoons wrapped in spider silk hung suspended, their human forms vaguely discernible, yet devoid of life. These were the soul masters she had devoured with her Rakshasa divine power.
Bibi Dong suddenly opened her eyes.
Pain and struggle flashed in her purple eyes; in her mind, a cold and sharp voice echoed repeatedly:
"Yang Teng must not be touched, or you will die!"
That was a warning from the Rakshasa god. Just now, when she was undergoing the Nine Trials of the Rakshasa, this warning pierced her consciousness like a sharp knife.
Why...?
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, her purplish-blue liquid churning as she reacted to her emotional turmoil.
"The Rakshasa God told us before the competition, could it be that Yang Teng is just a junior participating in the Soul Master Competition?!"
She held her forehead, her chest rising and falling slightly.
Bibi Dong's thoughts raced.
It seems that there is indeed a boy named Yang Teng in the Tianshui Academy team on the list of participants for the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Elite Competition.
How could such a "junior" warrant a warning from the Rakshasa God himself?
Even the gods are afraid...
Bibi Dong muttered to herself, her face grim.
"So what exactly is his background?"
She thought of Qian Daoliu. That old guy seemed to be preparing for something recently. Could it be that he had also received a revelation from the angels?
Bibi Dong stood up from the bath, the purplish liquid sliding down her perfect curves. With a wave of her hand, a magnificent papal robe automatically draped over her body.
"Yang Teng..."
She murmured the name, a complex light flashing in her eyes.
"I'd like to see who you really are."
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Heaven Dou City, Shrek Academy.
On the training field, the Shrek Seven Devils are undergoing their final practice sessions to refine their teamwork.
Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun worked together seamlessly, their soul power fluctuations rising and falling.
Suddenly, a commotion arose from the direction of the academy gate.
"Tang San! Get out here for me!"
An arrogant voice echoed throughout the entire college.
A young man dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, with an arrogant expression, was none other than Liu Qingfeng, the prince of the Barak Kingdom.
Beside him stood a middle-aged man in dark gold armor, the Guardian of the Nation, Iron Rock Douluo Tie Zhan.
The Golden Iron Triangle instantly stood in front of Tang San.
Flander pushed up his glasses, his expression grave.
"Your Highness, what brings you here?"
Liu Qingfeng ignored him, staring intently at the man named Tang San.
After watching for a few seconds, he frowned, a question forming in his mind.
"Why does Tang San look like this? He's completely different from that day..."
"You're Tang San?"
Liu Qingfeng asked.
"Exactly."
Tang San stepped forward, neither humble nor arrogant.
"What business does Your Highness have with me?"
"What is it?"
Liu Qingfeng sneered.
"You humiliated me so much at the dessert shop, telling me to come find you. Now you dare ask what I want?"
He waved his hand, "Take it down!"
The Guardian Hand's nine spirit rings instantly lit up: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.
The pressure from the Title Douluo swept across the entire area like a landslide and a tsunami. The Shrek Seven Devils retreated in unison, while Oscar and Ning Rongrong, whose cultivation was weaker, turned pale.
Flander, Liu Erlong, and Yu Xiaogang gritted their teeth and persevered.
As a Soul Saint or even a Soul Venerable who barely broke through to the Soul Master level, Yu Xiaogang was no match for them at all in front of a Title Douluo.
"Your Highness, there must be some misunderstanding!"
Yu Xiaogang said in a deep voice.
"Tang San has been training at the academy and has never left Heaven Dou City. How could he possibly be in the Barak Kingdom!"
Liu Qingfeng was impatient. He knew he had obviously been tricked by that person, but it was better than slinking back in disgrace.
"The hand that protects the nation, take action!"
Just as Tie Zhan was about to step forward, a mocking voice suddenly rang out.
"Hey, who's this, daring to cause trouble at Shrek Academy?"
A green poisonous fog appeared out of nowhere, and an old man in a dark green robe slowly walked over; his face was withered.
It was none other than Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo, a guest elder of Shrek Academy.
The fluctuations of his level 92 soul power spread out. He was one level higher than Tie Zhan, and his poison was also extremely troublesome. Even a titled Douluo several levels higher than him would not want to get entangled with such an opponent.
Flander instantly gained confidence and straightened his back. "Senior!"
Dugu Bo nodded slightly, then looked at Liu Qingfeng and Tie Zhan and said calmly.
"Tang San is my brother. Anyone who dares to bully him is going against me, Dugu Bo!"
Tie Zhan's pupils contracted.
He never expected that Shrek Academy, now so successful, would be able to win over a reclusive guy like Dugu Bo.
Poison Douluo was already of a higher level than him, and his poison skills were extremely troublesome, so he would definitely not be able to gain the upper hand in a fight.
Tie Zhan took a deep breath and stood in front of Liu Qingfeng. He knew that things probably wouldn't work out today.
"Your Highness."
He said in a low voice.
"With the Poison Douluo here, it's not wise to resort to force."
Liu Qingfeng gritted his teeth and finally flung his sleeves away fiercely.
"Walk!"
Dugu Bo watched their departing figures and snorted coldly.
"The Kingdom of Barak... is becoming increasingly ignorant of its rules."
He turned to Tang San, his tone softening.
"Kid, what trouble have you gotten yourself into now?"
Tang San gave a wry smile.
"Senior, I really don't know. I've never even been to the Kingdom of Barak."
He also found it strange. Tang San hadn't left the academy recently, so how could he possibly be in Barak, which was thousands of miles away?
"Could it be...?"
Tang San muttered to himself.
"Is someone framing me?"
He looked into the distance, his eyes becoming deep.
"What a despicable scoundrel!"
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