Chapter 283: The Slaughter Angel, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Seventh Spirit Ring
Since Ning Fengzhi joined Spirit Hall as an Elder and issued his statement, more than half the rumors defaming Spirit Hall had been washed away. The continent had calmed somewhat.
Many clans privately investigated whether the truth truly was as Ning Fengzhi said—that Bibi Dong, once pronounced dead many years ago and formerly the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's little princess, had been resurrected and destroyed both the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
A year passed, and more news sparked further waves: Heaven Dou Empire's Crown Prince Xue Luochuan died under mysterious circumstances. Emperor Xue Ye was grief-stricken. After investigating, the final conclusion pinned it on overwork and fatigue.
Of Emperor Xue Ye's four sons, with the eldest prince now dead, only the second son Xue Qinghe, third son Xue Hailuo, and fourth son Xue Beng remained. By the principle of the oldest direct heir, the imperial crown temporarily passed to Xue Qinghe—someone who cared little for power and favored a free life of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Spirit Hall.
Upon receiving the news, Qian Xunji propped his chin in his hand. "That Bibi Dong…even though she was heavily wounded by Bo Saixi and vanished for so long, has she gone and stirred up trouble in the Heaven Dou royal family now?"
Qian Xunji would never believe Xue Luochuan died for no reason. Presumably, Bibi Dong had poisoned him in secret.
If Bibi Dong wanted to wreak havoc on the continent, the simplest way was to mimic her actions from the previous timeline—found the so-called "Spirit Empire" and plunge everyone into a massive war, dismantling every power and erasing all prior order. If in the process she became a god, she could do so alone. Yet for a god to personally carry out all tasks was too exhausting and undignified, and given Bibi Dong's pride, she'd never stoop so low.
Thus, her best option would be to seize control of a powerful state. Spirit Hall clearly wasn't an option, and controlling the Star Luo Empire was tricky. The Star Luo Imperial Heir, Davis, had fiancé Zhu Zhuyun, with whom he shared a spirit fusion skill—connected in mind, frequently sparring together. If Bibi Dong tried to control Davis, Zhu Zhuyun would soon catch on. Therefore, the Heaven Dou Empire remained her best target.
"Let her cause trouble," Qian Xunji said, indifferent. "Judging by the time, Xiaochuan should have reached his hundredth victory in the Hell Killing Field by now."
Hell Road.
Upon a narrow path that allowed only one person at a time, Qian Renchuan paused. Behind him lay a dark red serpent with nine protrusions on its head and back—like nine scarlet mushrooms, apparently coursing with blood. Its abdomen was massive, its body length at least ten meters. Yet the snake's head had been blasted apart, indisputably dead.
Within Qian Renchuan's palm lay a blazing red orb, radiating extremely potent energy. Even he had to channel Mysterious Jade Hand to keep from being scorched.
This orb was the inner pill of the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Snake—a beast hailed by the Tang Sect as an ancient anomaly, its inner pill causing heaven and earth to lose color. Without his hundred-thousand-year spirit bone skills, Qian Renchuan might never have defeated it, for no other so-called "Killing God" prior had managed that feat.
"This inner pill isn't useful to me right now, but it should be perfect for Sister," Qian Renchuan muttered, storing the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Snake's inner pill in his soul tool. He raised an arm; a lock of white hair drifted down. Indeed, it was white—not the blue-gold color from before. Four wings now extended from his back, no longer snow-white but blood-red. Even his Angel Spirit behind him was tinted red, radiating ice-cold energy.
Over the year he had spent training here, Spirit Hall continually fed troublesome spirit masters into the Slaughter City, causing a surge in participants at the Hell Killing Field. Qian Renchuan, in just a year and a half, completed a hundred wins and entered the Hell Road.
During that year and a half, especially after learning how the two great empires had so casually believed slander and targeted Spirit Hall—ignoring the Hall's selfless contribution to the continent—Qian Renchuan's killing intent grew irrepressible. He slaughtered swathes of the criminals the Hall had sent here. He believed these spirit masters were no different than the two empires: ignoring Spirit Hall's decades of selfless devotion, they vented their evil thoughts the moment the Hall's reputation tarnished, mocking it while enjoying its benefits—shameless reprobates.
Through this rampage, Qian Renchuan reached rank 70 after only a single year inside. But remembering Qian Xunji's instructions, he held off absorbing the God-bestowed Spirit Ring until he reached the end of the Hell Road, completing the Slaughter City's trial.
As his thirst for blood proved uncontrollable, the Angel Spirit underwent a thorough transformation. He ended up with four wings—yet not simply an extra pair. Even the spirit's attribute changed in nature, its appearance dyed blood-red. Qian Renchuan's outward features had likewise altered: his hair turning snow-white, eyes blood-red, closely resembling the Slaughter King's.
Where once the Two-Winged Angel radiated a divine warmth dispelling evil—a balanced, six-sided martial spirit—now a cold, piercing, blood-soaked aura dominated. This was an extreme-offense variant of the Angel Spirit.
Qian Renchuan referred to it as the "Slaughter Angel."
Having bested the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Snake, nothing now barred his path. At the end of the Hell Road, he found a gigantic lake filled with scalding blood, each surge brimming with frightening energy.
"This is it—the end of the Hell Road."
Qian Renchuan summoned his Blue Silver Emperor Spirit, taking out the God-bestowed Spirit Ring. He crushed it, unleashing a swirling golden mist that engulfed him in mesmerizing light. Circles of radiance appeared around his body, and under that glow, the Slaughter City's restrictions entirely vanished. Sealed away, his three purple, two black, and one red spirit rings all manifested.
So this is a God-bestowed Spirit Ring, he thought. Pain prickled around him, prompting him to release his eight-spider soul bone, raising his physique by fifty percent overall. He summoned all his spirit power and mental energy, covering himself.
Crack, crack!
Splurt—!
Blood spurted from Qian Renchuan's body. Behind him, the eight spider spears shattered completely. The golden ring circling him now turned fully crimson, all combining into one. A gigantic blood-colored ring glimmered around Qian Renchuan.
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