LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 2: Head Soul Bone
Inside the Papal Hall, Qian Daoliu stood tall, clad in radiant golden armor, gripping the Papal Staff. His pauldrons resembled the six wings of an angel. At over two meters in height, his golden hair shone brilliantly—just like Qian Xunji's.
"F-Father..." Though Qian Xunji was somewhat reluctant, he had spent the past ten days coming to terms with his new identity. No matter how unwilling he felt, he had no choice but to address Qian Daoliu as such.
"Jier."
Ji...er...
Qian Xunji's facial muscles twitched. *Why the hell did Qian Daoliu give his son a name that sounds ten years ahead of its time?*
Despite Qian Xunji disobeying him by not reporting immediately after leaving seclusion, Qian Daoliu did not get angry. Instead, his voice remained gentle:
"Jier, do not let my words discourage you. Although your progress within our Angel Clan is unimpressive, your talent alone would still allow you to reach Rank 96 without relying on our ancestral god's power. That cultivation level already surpasses 90% of the so-called geniuses who manage to become Titled Douluo."
"I understand, Father."
Qian Xunji sighed inwardly. He knew Qian Daoliu had misinterpreted his seclusion these past ten days—mistaking it for frustration over his words. In reality, Qian Xunji had been trying to adapt to his new body.
It was becoming clear to him why the original Qian Xunji in the novel had such a radical personality. No doubt, Qian Daoliu's constant belittlement had played a role.
With a wave of his hand, two figures suddenly appeared.
Both were clad in golden armor and bore strikingly similar features—they were twin brothers. One wore a blue headscarf and had a calm and steady demeanor. The other had an unruly expression, though in front of Qian Daoliu, he dared not show defiance.
"Qian Jun, Jiang Mo, take the Young Lord to the Star Dou Forest to hunt for a spirit ring."
"Understood, Your Holiness!" (x2)
Qian Jun and Jiang Mo were twin brothers, both at Rank 91, wielding the Coiling Dragon Staff as their martial souls. In the novel, they wouldn't officially appear for another fifty years.
When they broke through Rank 90, their martial souls had evolved, granting them a domain—a rare ability among top-tier martial souls. When they unleashed their ninth spirit skill, the domain automatically activated, doubling the power of their abilities. Only the most elite martial souls had a chance to develop this.
Through years of perfect coordination, these two were far stronger than ordinary Titled Douluo of the same level. Even against a Rank 95 Titled Douluo with a top-tier martial soul, they could still put up a fight.
Since Qian Xunji was the sole heir of the Six-Winged Angel bloodline, his safety was paramount. If something happened to him, Qian Daoliu would have to start from scratch.
As they reached the Papal Hall's entrance, two yellow, two purple, and three black spirit rings appeared around Qian Xunji. Behind him, two pairs of angelic wings unfurled.
The moment his martial soul manifested, Qian Jun, Jiang Mo, and even the Palace Knights stationed outside dropped to one knee, their eyes burning with devotion.
The Six-Winged Angel was not just a martial soul—it was the very faith of Wuhun Hall.
While everyone gazed at his martial soul with fervor, Qian Xunji felt a bit ashamed as he stared at his seven basic spirit rings.
It wasn't that he looked down on them out of arrogance—he wasn't like the usual reincarnated protagonists who had second rings of purple, fourth rings of black, and seventh rings of red.
No, the problem was that he should have had better spirit rings.
With a Six-Winged Angel martial soul, an innate soul power exceeding ten levels, and the best resources at his disposal, this spirit ring setup was embarrassingly mediocre.
Even if his fourth ring couldn't be black due to lacking sufficient spiritual power, his second ring should have at least been purple, right?
Qian Xunji sighed once more and took off toward the Star Dou Forest, with Qian Jun and Jiang Mo following closely behind.
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Star Dou Forest
One of the three great soul beast habitats on the Douluo Continent. It was massive, nearly the size of the Balak Kingdom, spanning both the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire.
Roughly 40% of the forest lay in Heaven Dou, while 60% belonged to Star Luo. This vast ancient forest contained wetlands, swamps, and other dangerous terrains.
The deeper one ventured, the more powerful the soul beasts became. The core area even housed 100,000-year soul beasts. Any soul master with enough strength and luck could find the perfect spirit ring here.
Upon reaching the forest outskirts, the trio descended.
No one knew exactly how many 100,000-year soul beasts lurked within, but one thing was certain—these creatures hated humans to the core. Unless a beast had brain damage, it would never tolerate the presence of a human.
Flying into the forest with an angelic martial soul—which literally glowed like a miniature sun—would be like ringing a dinner bell for every ten-thousand-year soul beast in the vicinity. Even with Qian Jun and Jiang Mo working together, it would be risky.
"Young Lord, please wait here." Qian Jun said respectfully.
His gaze flickered toward Jiang Mo, whose expression carried a playful smirk. Qian Jun's voice turned stern.
"Jiang Mo, no fooling around. Protect the Young Lord!"
Jiang Mo waved him off. "Yeah, yeah, I got it, big brother. Just go and come back quickly."
With that, Qian Jun vanished into the forest in a blue flash.
According to Qian Xunji's memories, Qian Jun was likely searching for an appropriate soul beast, weakening it until it was on the brink of death, then handing it over for him to finish off.
That was the privilege of being from a powerful clan—no risk when obtaining a spirit ring. Lesser soul masters had to form hunting parties, and even then, many lost their lives. Some teams were wiped out entirely.
An hour later, Qian Jun returned, dragging a 6.5-meter-long soul beast that was barely breathing. Its bones were shattered, and its body was nearly unrecognizable.
"Young Lord, this is a 65,000-year top-tier soul beast, perfect for your eighth spirit ring. Kill it and absorb the ring."
Qian Xunji considered it for a moment.
"Qian Jun Elder, find me a 75,000-year soul beast instead. I will kill it myself."
"Young Lord, absorbing a 75,000-year soul ring could be dangerous."
Qian Jun's voice grew serious. The 70,000-year mark was considered the limit for most eighth rings. A few thousand years extra could mean death. The limit wasn't some random number—it was a threshold countless soul masters had died to determine.
"I understand, but my decision is final."
Qian Xunji's voice was resolute.
"If my god-level martial soul and top-tier resources can't even surpass ordinary limits, then what right do I have to be Wuhun Hall's Young Lord?"
Qian Jun and Jiang Mo fell silent, unsure how to respond.
Qian Xunji summoned a golden holy sword, slashing the wounded soul beast, aiming for maximum efficiency.
As the beast died, a deep black soul ring emerged, pulsating with dense resentment. At the same time, a blue glow flashed from its head.
Qian Xunji, Qian Jun, and Jiang Mo's eyes lit up.
A soul bone!
And not just any soul bone—a head soul bone!