Chapter 4: Even a Xuanhuan Floor Tile is a Tile, I Want to Become a God Too
Having received Qian Daoliu's permission, Qian Yang could not suppress the excitement in his heart. He nodded hurriedly, turned around, and ran out of the Hall of Worship. His steps were light as he crossed the white jade steps. The sunlight outside the hall spilled over him with a touch of warmth, making him subconsciously quicken his pace. The sacred aura unique to Spirit Hall lingered faintly in the air, carrying a sense of solemnity befitting the Douluo Continent's most powerful organization.
Just as he stepped out of the vicinity of the Hall of Worship, Qian Yang had a thought. He raised his left hand slightly, and the pitch-black, reddish god slaying spear instantly emerged from his palm, landing steadily in his hand. He held the shaft with both hands, feeling a cool sensation from his palms. A faint red light on the spear flickered slowly like breathing, similar to how Spirit Power circulates through a Spirit Master's body. Upon closer inspection, it really did look a bit like a wooden stick scorched by fire—if not for that faint aura of slaughter lingering around it, one might truly mistake it for something mundane.
Qian Yang looked down at the god slaying spear in his arms and couldn't help but laugh, teasing, "Hey, god slaying spear, oh god slaying spear, do you think if I showed you off, people would mistake you for a fire poker? After all, this dark and slightly red look isn't much different from an old piece of firewood used in a kitchen."
As soon as he finished speaking, the god slaying spear in his arms suddenly vibrated gently. The red light on the shaft brightened abruptly, carrying a clear sense of resistance, as if refuting Qian Yang's ridicule. The vibration wasn't violent, yet it clearly conveyed an emotion of 'dissatisfaction,' making Qian Yang even more delighted. "You even have a temper? It seems you haven't lost any of your prestige as a Primordial Treasure."
Laughing and playing, Qian Yang soon returned to his residence. This was an exquisitely decorated room with a soft large bed, a carved desk, and several pots of flourishing green plants by the window, all specially arranged for him by Qian Daoliu. He casually placed the god slaying spear at the head of the bed and then flopped onto the soft large bed, his body sinking into the fluffy bedding, but his thoughts involuntarily drifted far away.
"According to the timeline of the original work, Tang San should also be born this year, right?" Qian Yang stared at the carvings on the ceiling and murmured to himself. He carefully sorted through the memories of his past life, and the plot of Douluo Continent gradually became clear in his mind—Tang San's awakening of the Blue Silver Grass Spirit, the hidden twin spirit Clear Sky Hammer, his eventual entry into Shrek Academy, and his rise as a Titled Douluo before inheriting divine power.
"Calculating it this way, I'm six years older than Tang San?" Qian Yang suddenly sat up from the bed, his eyes full of shock. He counted on his fingers; he was six now, and Tang San was just born. By the time Tang San grew up and started the great war against Spirit Hall, he would only be in his twenties.
At the thought of Spirit Hall's ending in the original work, Qian Yang couldn't help but shudder. "Holy crap, does that mean I only have about twenty years to live? Dammit, adding my two lives together, I won't even live past fifty? That's too miserable!" He frustratedly ruffled his hair, his heart filled with unwillingness.
"No way, Little San has cheats, and I have cheats too. If he can become a god with a broken hammer and a blade of grass, shouldn't my god slaying spear and taiji diagram make me a Creator?" Qian Yang calculated in his heart.
"Even a Xuanhuan floor tile is a tile! If Tang San can become a god, why can't I?" A flash of ruthlessness crossed Qian Yang's eyes, and his fists clenched tightly.
Once this thought arose, it grew wildly like weeds. Qian Yang took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and began to seriously ponder his memories of Douluo Continent from his previous life. He tried hard to recall every key node in the original work: Tang San's growth trajectory, the distribution of Spirit Beasts, hidden opportunities, the secrets of God Inheritance... every detail could become his future assistance.
He remembered that deep in the Star Dou Great Forest lived the Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beasts, the Titan Giant Ape and the Sky Azure Bull Python; he remembered that the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well hid immortal herbs capable of reshaping a Spirit Master's foundation; he remembered that Sea God Island held the Sea God inheritance, and he also remembered that the Angel God inheritance would ultimately fall into the hands of Qian Renxue... these memory fragments were like scattered puzzle pieces, gradually coming together in his mind to outline a vague path toward godhood that belonged to him.
Qian Yang lay on the bed, rapidly retrieving memory fragments about Douluo Continent in his mind. Suddenly, a piece of ignored key information flashed through his mind like lightning. He slapped his thigh and shouted excitedly, "Whale Glue!!! Yes, that's it!"
He sat up, his eyes shining brilliantly. "In this current Douluo I timeline, this stuff is still being used as an aphrodisiac! Its true value isn't discovered until later generations, when it becomes widely used to strengthen a Spirit Master's body and meridians! It's simply a waste of a heavenly resource!" he said.
Then, his fighting spirit immediately ignited, and he jumped off the bed. "Find a piece of Whale Glue, and then use a thousand-year one for my first spirit ring!" This idea sprouted in Qian Yang's mind, and he immediately ran out of his room in excitement. In Douluo Dalu, the absorption limit of the first spirit ring was usually around four hundred years, but with sufficient body strengthening, that limit could be broken.
Once this bold idea took root, he could no longer hold back. Qian Yang grabbed his coat from the head of the bed, threw it on haphazardly, and ran out of his room with light steps.
In the corridor, several Spirit Hall guards were standing straight on duty. Seeing Qian Yang run past in a robe embroidered with angel patterns, they all bowed respectfully and said softly, "Young Master." At this moment, Qian Yang's mind was entirely on Whale Glue. He only nodded hurriedly in response and sped out of the main hall area of Spirit Hall.
The streets of Spirit City were bustling with activity. Shops of all kinds lined the streets, and Spirit Masters and commoners in various outfits bustled about, with hawking and conversation rising and falling. Qian Yang moved his short legs, weaving flexibly through the crowd. Relying on his memories of Spirit City from his past life, he ran straight toward the city's largest merchant house—the 'Treasure Gathering Pavilion'.
As soon as he rushed into the gates of the Treasure Gathering Pavilion, a rich Spiritual Qi and the unique scent of treasures greeted him. A well-dressed clerk was busy attending to customers, but when he caught sight of Qian Yang running in, his gaze instantly fell on the angel patterns on the robe. His expression immediately turned respectful, and he walked forward quickly with a warm smile. "Young Master, what brings you here? Do you need to buy something?"
In Spirit City, anyone who could wear clothing with angel patterns was undoubtedly a relative of the core members of Spirit Hall. Especially for someone of Qian Yang's age, the clerk naturally dared not be negligent.
Qian Yang didn't beat around the bush. He looked up and asked directly, "Do you have Whale Glue here? The older the better, I need it urgently."
"Whale Glue?" The clerk was stunned for a moment, then nodded hurriedly, his tone becoming even more respectful. "Yes, yes, Young Master! As the largest merchant house in Spirit City, we naturally have scarce items like Whale Glue. We have six pieces of Whale Glue over a thousand years old; two pieces that are five thousand years old; and even more rare, we have one piece of ten-thousand-year Whale Glue! This ten-thousand-year Whale Glue is a unique treasure in all of Spirit City. Usually, no one is willing to sell it!"
"I'll take them all!" Qian Yang said without even thinking. The thousand-year ones would be for daily strengthening, and the ten-thousand-year one would be saved for a critical moment. Anyway, with the storage soul tool and the purple-gold card given by Qian Daoliu, he didn't worry about money at all.
Saying this, Qian Yang raised his left hand. A faint glimmer flashed from an ancient-looking black ring on his finger—this was the storage soul tool Qian Daoliu had specifically given him. Inside, it not only held a large amount of gold coins but also a purple-gold card symbolizing high-level authority in Spirit Hall. He gave it a light flick, and a card shimmering with a faint purple-gold luster appeared in his palm, which he handed to the clerk.
The clerk took the purple-gold card. Seeing the angel patterns carved on the card, his eyes lit up. He hurriedly held the card with both hands, his tone carrying a hint of excitement. "Right away! Young Master, please wait a moment. I'll go and pack up all the Whale Glue for you. I guarantee not a single piece will be missing!"
After speaking, the clerk turned and ran quickly into the inner hall. In less than fifteen minutes, he came out carrying nine exquisite redwood boxes. Each box was labeled, clearly stating the age of the Whale Glue.