Chapter 281: Qian Renchuan's Seventh Spirit Ring
"Strange. Where did Tang Hao and Tang San, those inherently evil Tang family members, go?"
Qian Renchuan searched everywhere. In every house on every street in the Slaughter City, he used his Purple Demon Eye to scan. That eye, augmented by the hundred-thousand-year Soft Bone Rabbit skull, had reached the pinnacle of the Mustard Seed Realm, only half a step away from the final Violet Demon Eye stage: Vast.
In the peak stage of the Mustard Seed Realm, his Purple Demon Eye could perform true X-ray vision.
Suddenly, Qian Renchuan sensed an aura behind him. His right arm glowed with a faint earthen light as the Titan Right Arm Bone skill, Titan Firmament Cannon, surged forth. Spinning around, he launched a brownish-yellow shockwave at full force.
A golden domain materialized. From it, Qian Renchuan sensed an aura resonating with his own. The brownish-yellow shockwave entered the golden domain and was quickly dissolved. A pale white hand emanating golden light reached out, casually knocking aside the Titan Firmament Cannon.
"Father!"
Qian Renchuan saw Qian Xunji and realized he had just attacked his own father. Immediately, he dropped to his knees. "This unfilial son, Qian Renchuan, has committed gross disrespect by attacking you. Please punish me, Father!"
He was about to bow, but before his waist bent fully, Qian Xunji used soul power to hold him up.
Qian Xunji patted Qian Renchuan on the head. "I'm not angry. That was just a test. You've grown very well over these last months."
Qian Renchuan, enjoying his father's head-patting, reflected on his time in the Slaughter City. At first, he'd nearly advanced one rank per month, gaining triple the combat skill, battle experience, and alertness. Without using his martial spirit or spirit bones, he could easily defeat the person he'd been at the start.
Qian Xunji's face grew a bit more serious. "Still, you mustn't squander your spirit bone skills. Your sister gave you those bones so that you'd have a means to save your life here. They're not for reckless use."
Qian Renchuan hastened to explain, "Father, I was searching for two people. Just now, I thought one of them had come to ambush me, so I used the bone skill."
"Oh? Who are these two?"
"Tang Hao and Tang San."
Qian Renchuan recounted how Tang San had ambushed him in the Slaughter City, how he had hunted Tang San, and then how Tang Hao appeared to save him.
"Father, those inherently evil Tang family members are truly shameless. The Clear Sky Clan is a blight on the spirit master world. We ought to eradicate them."
Qian Xunji shook his head gently. "Now is not the time. The continent is too unsettled. Both the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan have been destroyed, and all the powers are on edge. We shouldn't spark another war."
Qian Renchuan's pupils contracted. "Father, what's happened these months? The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan were among the top three sects. Which force destroyed them?"
"It was Bibi Dong."
"But wasn't Bibi Dong already dead?"
Qian Xunji frowned. "It's a long story. Let's go to your lodging."
They went to a fairly decent building within the Slaughter City. Qian Xunji succinctly explained how Bibi Dong, resurrected under a god's auspices, wiped out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, shifted the blame onto Spirit Hall, prompted the two great empires to issue subsidies solely for advanced academies, how the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was then destroyed, Ning Fengzhi sought refuge, and how the entire continent was now in utter turmoil.
Qian Renchuan clenched his fists, the accumulated killing intent from having slain at least eight hundred people in the Slaughter City stirring within him. "How dare those two empires treat us like criminals, when Spirit Hall has served them tirelessly? How could they believe such slander so readily?"
Hands folded behind his back, Qian Xunji sighed. "The human heart is a mystery. Even families scheme and backstab each other, let alone different powers.
"Our Spirit Hall must maintain enough strength, producing outstanding talent in each generation, so that in the competition for interests—amid all the intrigue and mutual deceit—we can endure on this continent."
Qian Xunji lifted his right hand, palm up, revealing a golden bead. It looked as though carved from the finest golden crystal, transparently flawless, with a thin layer of golden mist swirling within.
Wherever that golden mist drifted, the filthy, foul aura of the Slaughter City seemed to be erased.
"Father, what is that?"
From just one glance, Qian Renchuan could sense the bead was extraordinary.
"This is a God-bestowed Spirit Ring I obtained through a trade with Senior Bo Saixi. It grants the most suitable skill for a spirit master's martial spirit. When you crush it, it will automatically form a spirit ring. The longer you endure, the stronger your will, and the higher the ring's level will become.
"This God-bestowed Spirit Ring is for your Blue Silver Emperor's seventh spirit ring. Once you reach the end of the Hell Road—when your Slaughter City training is nearly done—use it and absorb it. The Slaughter City's rules can't suppress it."
Qian Renchuan looked stunned. A God-bestowed Spirit Ring that bestowed the perfect spirit skill, its level dependent on one's endurance and will. That was terrifying. The seventh spirit ring was crucial, shaping the power of one's Martial Spirit Avatar. Unleashing a Martial Spirit Avatar was like unleashing all your might—so the seventh ring was as vital as the ninth.
"Father, does Sea God Island hold another god's inheritance?"
Qian Renchuan asked confidently, for only a deity could produce such a spirit ring.
"That's correct. Why do you ask?"
"Father, once I finish training here, please take me there. Let me see if a god will choose me. If Bibi Dong, who has twin spirits like I do, can receive a god's blessing, then with your nurturing, I'm certain my talent won't be inferior!"
"Good spirit. First finish your Slaughter City trials," Qian Xunji said, patting his head. He had retrieved the Sea God's Heart from that hunting forest, fearing excessive blood might activate the sea god's consciousness. Compared to the Sea God, the Asura God might be even more "fragrant"—and it would avoid any clash of faiths.
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