Feeling the surging soul power within his body, the corners of Lu Feng's mouth couldn't help but turn upwards.
"Level 55. My original soul power was only level 48, and now it has shot up by 7 levels. Good lord, using a cheat feels amazing!" Lu Feng's smile grew even brighter.
"Most importantly, my soul power is endless and inexhaustible. In the original work, when did Tang San reach this state?"
Lu Feng looked up at the night sky, falling into contemplation.
"Level 80? Or level 90?"
"Although Tang San's early cultivation path was smooth sailing, at this crucial juncture, he seems to be slower than me by more than just a little."
Suddenly, a bold idea flashed through Lu Feng's mind.
"Could it be because Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record doesn't have the General Principles? So from the very beginning, he went astray and took a detour?"
"Oh, I can't say that. The General Principle of Tang San's cultivation method should be his 'Way of Seeking Death'!"
Spirit City.
Xue Qinghe left the hotel and strode toward the Pope's Palace.
A faint, almost imperceptible golden light lingered around him. This light was like a mysterious veil; the gazes of passersby subconsciously slid off him, ignoring his existence entirely.
There were two most towering and majestic buildings in Spirit City.
One was the Pope's Palace, symbolizing supreme authority and exuding an aura of majesty and solemnity.
Adjacent to it, slightly shorter but exuding a restrained and profound aura, was the true core of power in Spirit City—the Douluo Hall.
Xue Qinghe arrived at the foot of the stairs to the Douluo Hall and looked up slightly.
Looking up, he saw stairs made of white jade. Each piece of jade had been meticulously carved with fine textures, looking elegant and sacred.
Xue Qinghe took a deep breath and stepped onto the white jade stairs.
Step by step, he ascended.
There were strict rules here prohibiting any Soul Master from flying. Even Titled Douluo-level experts had to comply to show respect for this holy land.
At the end of the stairs stood a magnificent vertical building.
The white walls were carved from the finest white jade, emitting a soft luster. The golden decorations shone brightly under the glimmering light.
Entering the main hall, a stone statue of the Angel God stood in the center.
The statue was over five meters tall, depicting a woman with a graceful figure. Her face, however, seemed shrouded in a layer of mist, indistinct.
Behind the statue, six wings spread out. Her right hand held a long sword high, the blade glinting coldly, revealing an inviolable majesty.
Below the statue, an old man was praying devoutly.
The old man wore a plain white robe and had the face of a child with white hair. His eyes were slightly closed; the arrival of someone from the outside world did not affect him in the slightest.
"Grandfather."
Xue Qinghe looked at the old man, his lips trembling slightly as he uttered a call.
But this voice was no longer the usual refined and steady male voice. Instead, it had transformed into a soft and gentle female voice.
It sounded like a spring breeze, refreshing the heart.
Qian Renxue had infiltrated the Heaven Dou Empire since she was young. For many years, she had been playing the role of Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.
She hadn't seen her grandfather for a long time.
In an instant, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, filling with tears.
A dazzling golden light burst from her body, enveloping her completely.
She was still wearing that green outfit, but her appearance and figure were quietly changing within the light.
Her golden hair grew long and soft, cascading down like a waterfall. Her originally somewhat slender hands became even fairer and more delicate, like mutton-fat jade.
The golden light gradually dissipated, revealing a woman of peerless beauty.
Her skin was as white as snow, her nose straight. Her slightly slender phoenix eyes, and between her brows, a small but extremely exquisite brand, carrying a hint of majesty.
"Xue'er, you're here."
The old man slowly turned around, looking at the girl before him, a kindly smile on his face.
"Grandfather." Qian Renxue's eyes were slightly red. She took a few steps forward and threw herself into the old man's arms.
The old man reached out and gently stroked Qian Renxue's head, comforting her softly, "Alright, Xue'er, you're already a big girl, yet you're still crying. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
Qian Renxue sobbed softly in the old man's arms for a while, then rubbed her nose and slowly broke free.
The old and the young slowly moved to the entrance of the main hall, bathing in the sunlight.
"Grandfather, I've encountered many interesting things in Heaven Dou City recently..."
Qian Renxue looked up slightly, her eyes shining with light.
"In this Soul Master tournament, several extremely talented Soul Masters have emerged. Their performances are truly amazing..."
"Hmph, and there's also a scoundrel who is truly detestable. I've never seen such a brazen person."
Inside the hotel, Shrek's exclusive rest area.
Everyone was scattered on the sofas, the air filled with an oppressive atmosphere.
"Ahem." Dean Flender coughed lightly, breaking the deadlock.
"Little monsters, it's already remarkable that our Shrek Academy has made it this far. As for the championship, let's just do our best. Participation is what matters, hahaha."
Though he laughed, there was a hint of helplessness in it.
Hearing this, Ma Hongjun pouted and continued, "Exactly. The Spirit Hall team has three Soul Kings. With our lineup, how are we supposed to fight them?"
"Bang!" Flender raised his hand and slapped his disciple on the head.
"Hongjun, I only said that to comfort everyone. If you get eliminated on the first day of the finals, hmph, just wait to run laps when we get back. None of you will escape."
"Ah?" Hearing this, Ma Hongjun instantly put on a bitter face.
Their words eased the atmosphere in the room slightly.
After all, Shrek Academy's current achievements had already exceeded everyone's initial expectations.
Tang San sat in the corner, his tightly clenched fists slowly relaxing.
Damn it, three Soul Kings! If it were only one, relying on my Tang Sect ultimate techniques, perhaps I would have a countermeasure.
Three Soul Kings... even if I use hidden weapons, I probably can't win.
Not far away, Yu Xiaogang stood alone by the window, his eyes vacant and spiritless.
His mind was in turmoil, secretly sighing, Ai, is this as far as we go? But at least Shrek won first place in the Heaven Dou Empire promotion competition.
"Zhuqing, let's go out and play. I haven't been to Spirit City in a long time," Ning Rongrong said cheerfully, linking her arm with Zhu Zhuqing's, giggling as she proposed.
Among everyone present, she had the most peaceful mindset.
After all, from start to finish, she participated in the competition more with a playful attitude; her desire to win wasn't that heavy.
"Mhm." Zhu Zhuqing nodded. The two linked arms, and their figures soon disappeared from everyone's sight.
Not long after, however, Zhu Zhuqing returned alone.
She walked straight to Dai Mubai, her expression cold, and said icily, "Dai Mubai, come out with me."
Her tone seemed to carry an command that brooked no defiance.
"Hm?" As her words fell, everyone turned to look at her in unison.
In everyone's impression, Zhu Zhuqing was usually reticent and had never taken the initiative to speak to Dai Mubai.
Especially after arriving in Heaven Dou City.
"What is it?" Dai Mubai was full of doubts as he stood up.
"Cut the crap, come with me. For the next match against the Star Luo Team, are you planning to run away again?" With that, Zhu Zhuqing turned and left the room without looking back.
Seeing this, Dai Mubai quickly followed.