Douluo Dalu: This Soul Master is to Weird

Additionally, due to the existence of rare metals on the continent, truly well-crafted armor does have its uses.

For instance, the armor sold in these shops, since the target customers are Soul Masters, even if it isn't top-grade, often contains some rare metals mixed in, making its defensive capabilities far superior to ordinary armor.

As for items like potions, well, don't get your hopes up too high.

Take antidote potions as an example; they're merely extracted juices from herbs with detoxifying properties. They're nothing like those potions crafted by proper alchemists in other fantasy worlds. At best, they can neutralize ordinary poisons or toxins from low-level poison-type soul beasts.

It's precisely because advanced items can't be crafted that blacksmiths and alchemists on the Douluo Continent don't hold particularly high status.

Of course, the blacksmith profession does have a promising future. Once the era of Soul Tool technology dawns in the Soul Master world, especially with the advent of battle armor, blacksmiths will be highly sought after.

As for alchemists, their prospects on the Douluo Continent are essentially hopeless.

High-grade herbs on the Douluo Continent are essentially plant-type soul beasts, and everyone knows how quickly soul beasts can cultivate.

In other worlds, alchemists collect herbs for refining high-grade pills, but on the Douluo Continent, the herbs are like their great-great-grandparents'—ancestors cultivated over generations.

After painstakingly gathering enough herbs for a batch of high-grade pills, if the alchemist's skills are lacking and the batch fails, the efforts of eighteen generations go down the drain. In such a scenario, it would be a miracle if the alchemist profession could thrive.

Of course, this statement may be somewhat exaggerated.

In the future, the Soul Master world on the continent will still see the rise of alchemists, but due to the limited availability of materials, only a very small number of people will benefit. It will never become widespread, and the profession's status will never surpass Soul Masters or blacksmiths who provide materials for crafting battle armor.

Before long, the three entered a hotel that wasn't overly luxurious but appeared very clean.

The hotel covered a large area but was not tall, with only two floors. The first floor housed a spacious restaurant, while the second floor was for accommodation.

At the front desk, Shui Yanyu asked the staff to book two rooms: a single room and a double room.

After securing the keys to the rooms, the three found an empty table in a corner of the restaurant and sat down.

They called a waiter, ordered a simple meal of five dishes and one soup, and began chatting as they waited for their food.

By this time, night had fallen, and it was the peak dinner hour. Given the hotel's good business, the restaurant was already about 70–80% full, creating a lively and slightly noisy atmosphere.

Suddenly, just as they were chatting, Muyang noticed a hush fall over the restaurant. Turning his gaze, he saw three figures enter the hotel.

Leading them was a tall woman with a veil over her face, draped in a white hooded robe. From the few strands of golden hair peeking out of the hood, it was clear that this woman had blonde hair.

The other two figures followed closely behind her, both dressed in black hooded robes, their faces obscured. One was tall and slender, while the other was shorter and stockier.

Although the three figures did not release any soul power, both the white-robed, golden-haired woman and the two black-robed figures exuded an imposing presence. They gave the impression of either being accustomed to positions of power or possessing extraordinary strength.

This was precisely why the restaurant's patrons had paused their conversations to focus their attention on the three individuals.

"Master, shall we dine?"

At the front desk, the tall and slender black-robed figure booked three rooms and then turned to the golden-haired woman for confirmation.

"No."

The golden-haired woman shook her head slightly. After receiving the room keys, she headed directly to the second floor of the hotel.

Seeing this, the two black-robed figures exchanged a glance before following her upstairs.

'Master?'

In the restaurant's corner, Muyang raised an eyebrow.

On the Douluo Continent, there weren't many people who could be addressed as 'Master,' let alone a woman.

Furthermore, judging by the strong aura emanating from the two black-robed figures, Muyang quickly deduced the identity of the golden-haired woman.

If his guess was correct, this white-robed, golden-haired woman was none other than Qian Renxue, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, while the two black-robed figures were her bodyguards—Snake Lance Douluo She Long and Porcupinefish Douluo Ci Xue—during her infiltration mission in Heaven Dou.

For someone like Qian Renxue to appear in a small soul hunting town near the Star Dou Forest, the purpose could only be to acquire a soul ring and advance her rank.

Currently, there were still about eight or nine years before the Heaven Dou coup depicted in the original story. At that time, Qian Renxue was a seven-ring Soul Sage. Given the timeline, it was unlikely she was at the 70th level now.

If she were at the 50th level, there would be no need for her to travel all the way to the Star Dou Forest. The Sunset Forest, just 100 kilometers from Heaven Dou City, would suffice.

After all, according to the best soul ring ratios, a Soul Master's fifth soul ring would be around 10,000 years old. Even with her enhanced physique due to consuming whale glue, her limit would still be within 20,000 years.

Soul beasts within this range could be found in the Sunset Forest.

Thus, the 20-something Qian Renxue was likely either a level-60 Soul Emperor or had just advanced to the six-ring level after leaving the Star Dou Forest.

This made sense. Although her time as a spy in the Heaven Dou Empire inevitably hindered her cultivation, especially since she didn't have access to a mimicry training ground suited for her Angel martial soul, her innate talent was exceptional. With an innate soul power of level 20, reaching level 60 was hardly surprising.

'What a pity.'

Recalling Qian Renxue's tragic ending in the original story, where her Angel Godhood was shattered, Muyang couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

However, it was just a passing thought. Muyang didn't feel much sympathy for her.

There were plenty of people in the world more deserving of pity, and Qian Renxue wasn't one of them. If anything, her grandfather Qian Daoliu was even more pitiful.

Spreading the Angel God's glory across the continent was Qian Daoliu's lifelong dream as a divine servant.

He sacrificed the remaining centuries of his life, using his death to pave the way for Qian Renxue's ascension. His dream had been realized.

But little did he know that the everlasting Angel Godhood he envisioned would flicker out like a brief flame. Before even his death anniversary arrived, there was no longer an Angel God in the world, nor did the Spirit Hall's millennia-long foundation remain.

It was fortunate that Qian Daoliu had died early. Otherwise, he might have been angered to death again.

Of course, the downfall of the Spirit Hall wasn't solely Qian Renxue's fault. Two other individuals had also made unforgettable contributions.

The Spirit Hall's strength was undeniable. With countless trump cards and overwhelming power, it was clear that the Douluo Continent would eventually fall under its control.

Yet, somehow, a guaranteed victory was destroyed by Bibi Dong, Hu Liena, and Qian Renxue—all three driven by romantic obsessions.

Had Bibi Dong not been blinded by love, Tang San, destined to become the Sea God and bring down the Spirit Hall, would have perished long ago.

If Hu Liena weren't romantically obsessed, Tang San would have missed the sacrifices of Xiao Wu, Da Ming, and Er Ming, losing critical opportunities to ascend to godhood and leaving him to die at the hands of the Angel or Rakshasa Gods.

And if Qian Renxue hadn't been similarly blinded, she wouldn't have repeatedly spared Tang San, leading to her ultimate defeat.

At the time, before Bibi Dong revealed the truth of the past on her deathbed, Qian Renxue already knew that she was the daughter of Tang San's mother's murderer. The two of them were doomed from the start.

In short, being romantically obsessed isn't inherently wrong, but it must be mutual. One-sided obsession is a guaranteed recipe for tragedy.

With a Pope, a Holy Maiden, and a successor like this, it's no wonder the Spirit Hall fell. Its misfortune was the great luck of its enemies.

"Muyang, did you sense it too?"

After Qian Renxue's group disappeared upstairs, Shui Yanyu spoke to Muyang with a serious expression, noticing that he had been watching them.

Muyang: "???"

Shui Yanyu's cryptic words left Muyang momentarily confused.

"Aunt, were they very strong?"

At this moment, Shui Bing'er softly asked.

Instantly, Muyang understood Shui Yanyu's earlier question.

As an eight-ring Soul Douluo, Shui Yanyu must have sensed the overwhelming soul power or threat from She Long and Ci Xue.

While Shui Yanyu might not have pinpointed their exact strength, the mere fact that they felt unfathomable suggested a significant disparity in power.

In other words, they had to be Title Douluos.

"They should be..."

Muyang didn't say "Title Douluos" or "Your Excellencies" out loud, instead forming the number "nine" with his fingers.

Immediately, the clever Shui Bing'er's eyes widened in shock.

Wow—two nine-ring Title Douluos?

Wait, something even more absurd came to mind.

Two Title Douluos addressing a woman as "Master"? What kind of extravagance was this?

"Spirit Hall?"

Her first thought was the Spirit Hall, the unquestionable hegemon of the continent's Soul Master world.

After a moment's thought, Muyang said, "Bing'er, let's not talk about this."

The hearing of Title Douluos was extraordinary. Their conversation might very well be overheard by She Long and Ci Xue. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Muyang decided it was best to drop the subject.

"Muyang is right," Shui Yanyu agreed with a nod.

Before long, the restaurant regained its earlier lively atmosphere.

However, at this moment, Shui Yanyu was no longer in the mood for idle chatter, her mind constantly pondering.

Judging from the situation just now, it seemed that the inheritance of the Angel Clan had not been severed?

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