Chapter 131: Showdown and Recruitment
The life-core of the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger struggled a few times in the hands of the Skeleton Clone, as if it realized that no matter how it struggled, the situation was beyond saving.
Finally, it became completely still, turning into an unremarkable black bead.
Lin Yang toyed with the life-core in his hand.
Without a doubt, compared to a Soul Ring, this bead was the true source of the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger's power, containing the vast majority of its strength.
If he could absorb this power, perhaps his Demon God Body would undergo further changes.
Even if not, it would be more than enough to help him condense his fifth Soul Ring.
After putting the life-core into his storage bracelet, Lin Yang turned his head to look at Qian Renxue, his face carrying a hint of gentleness. "Are you alright?"
Qian Renxue only just snapped out of the shocking reversal that had just occurred, her eyes filled with astonishment as she looked at Lin Yang. "How... how did you get out?"
"How did the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger suddenly die?"
From Qian Renxue's perspective, the moment Lin Yang was sucked into the black hole, he was essentially a dead man.
She had already been prepared to pack up and run, but she never expected that in just a few breaths, Lin Yang would reappear.
Not only was he perfectly fine, but he had actually killed the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger.
How was this possible?
What exactly happened inside that black hole?
Why did Lin Yang succeed where Elder Yu Long had failed?
Could it be that a Titled Douluo like Elder Yu Long was inferior to Lin Yang?
Lin Yang smiled and explained the mechanics of the different space. Qian Renxue listened, dumbfounded, and only managed to choke out one sentence after a long while: "That is so cheap!"
Yes, exactly, it was just plain cheap!
A six-year-old child facing a Soul Beast with full combat capability—who could possibly win against that?
No wonder Elder Yu Long had died with such regret in his eyes.
"How did you know about that?"
Qian Renxue's gaze was full of curiosity and inquiry.
Lin Yang shrugged: "Just good luck."
Qian Renxue was so angry her teeth itched: "Good luck? Do you take me for a three-year-old child?"
Judging from Lin Yang's previous actions, he clearly knew the weaknesses of the Evil God.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have specifically targeted that layer of defensive barrier.
However, she didn't ask further. Who didn't have a few secrets of their own?
Lin Yang didn't pick up on that topic. After he dispersed the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger's Soul Ring, its corpse gradually faded away right before their eyes.
Qian Renxue scanned the area back and forth several times, eventually withdrawing her gaze in unwillingness.
Given the special nature of the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger and its cultivation of over forty thousand years, it should have produced a Soul Bone.
But now, let alone a Soul Bone, there wasn't even a hair left.
And the only black bead that appeared had also been pocketed by Lin Yang.
She naturally wouldn't suggest something unwise like splitting the loot.
After all, she had only fired a few Martial Soul Abilities from a distance, while Lin Yang had handled all the danger alone.
She didn't have the nerve for that.
Looking at it this way, she hadn't gained anything from this battle, and she had even lost a Titled Douluo.
It was a painful loss!
After clearing her mind of distracting thoughts, Qian Renxue knew that escaping with her life was already fortunate enough.
If she hadn't run into Lin Yang while fleeing, she might have been eaten until not even her bones remained.
The surrounding environment was in shambles, but neither of them minded. They sat down right where they were and, with the help of medicinal potions, quickly began to regulate their breathing and recover their Soul Power.
The Skeleton Clone stood to one side, keeping watch for them.
When the two opened their eyes again, the horizon was already tinged with the white of dawn.
What a long night it had been!
Lin Yang stood up; his Soul Power had already recovered to eighty percent.
Qian Renxue was about the same.
She looked at Lin Yang, opened her mouth, and after a moment of hesitation, finally decided to speak openly with him. "Lin... Yang, you should already know who I am, right?"
Lin Yang wore a faint smile: "The Angel Martial Soul, and the surname Qian—it would be hard not to guess."
"I never expected that a mere Soul King like me could attract such attention from Spirit Hall. I am truly flattered."
Qian Renxue looked at him with a serious expression: "Then I won't beat around the bush. My real name is Qian Renxue. The High Priest of Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu, is my grandfather; he is a level 99 Limit Douluo."
"I came here this time for you."
"Lin Yang, join Spirit Hall. With your talent, only in Spirit Hall can you receive the best cultivation."
Qian Renxue's gaze was sincere and earnest. "I can guarantee you that as long as you join Spirit Hall, you will have whatever you desire."
"In the future, when you step into the realm of Titled Douluo, Spirit Hall will use the power of the entire organization to obtain a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring for you."
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have agreed on the spot upon hearing such generous terms.
A hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring was simply too rare.
But Lin Yang's expression remained calm throughout, without a ripple, as if a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring couldn't pique his interest in the slightest.
Qian Renxue's heart sank.
"Miss Qian, thank you for your kindness." Lin Yang said indifferently, "I felt your sincerity, but I have always been used to being free, I cannot stand being constrained, and I do not want to take advantage of others for no reason."
"Debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay."
"You..."
Qian Renxue's little face flushed red.
From childhood until now, no one had dared to reject her so bluntly, especially when she represented Spirit Hall.
However, upon seeing Lin Yang's deep eyes, the anger that had risen within her unexpectedly subsided.
She took a deep look at Lin Yang and turned to leave.
But after taking two steps, she stopped, raised her hand, and a golden streak of light shot out from her hand, flying toward Lin Yang.
Lin Yang raised his hand to catch it and saw it was a golden token.
"Miss Qian, this is..."
Qian Renxue took a deep breath and said without looking back, "This is my identity token. You saved my life today, and I, Qian Renxue, am not someone who returns kindness with ingratitude."
"Lin Yang, if one day you change your mind, come find me at Spirit Hall. The doors of Spirit Hall are always open for you."
Lin Yang curled his lips, tucked away the token, and said, "Then many thanks."
"Hmph!"
Qian Renxue snorted, spread her snow-white wings, and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Watching Qian Renxue's retreating figure, Lin Yang withdrew his gaze and whispered, "Time to go!"
After leaving the Hu Nu Mountain Range, Lin Yang did not immediately return to Heaven Dou, but instead made a detour to Kelun City.
Kelun City, like Yunlin City, was an obscure little city.
But it was the location of the Breaking Clan, one of the four single-attribute clans.
The Breaking Clan had also been abandoned by the Clear Sky Sect back in the day, and due to the sniping of Spirit Hall, the clan had suffered heavy losses, and its vitality had yet to recover.
However, because the Breaking Clan possessed their own ancestral pharmaceutical technology, they were able to manage reasonably well between the two great Empires.
Although life wasn't easy, it was much better than the Speed Clan.
At the very least, they still had a foothold in Kelun City.
And Lin Yang was seeking out the Breaking Clan to see if there was any possibility of cooperating with them.
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