Douluo: I Can Summon Goddesses Across the Multiverse

"Thank you, Master!"

Hearing Yao Xuan's words, a spark of excitement flashed through Keisha's captivating eyes.

To continuously evolve and become the sharpest sword in her master's arsenal—this was Keisha's purest and most sincere desire.

"Let's begin!"

With a slight nod, Yao Xuan activated his intent, using the five newly acquired Goddess Evolution Cards on Keisha.

Accompanied by radiant, nine-colored light, Keisha's life essence began its transformation, ascending from a First-Class God to the realm of a God King.

Unlike previous upgrades, this evolution took significantly longer.

A full half hour later, the dazzling pillar of nine-colored light surrounding Keisha finally dissipated. Her strength had soared from Rank 130 to Rank 135, successfully advancing to the rank of a Third-Class God King.

Even in the Divine Realm, the number of God Kings totaled only five: the God of Destruction, the God of Life, the God of Kindness, the God of Evil, and the God of Asura.

Their strength ranged from Second-Class to Third-Class God Kings, but unlike Keisha, their descent to the Douluo Continent would be suppressed by the World's Will.

For this reason, as long as Yao Xuan remained on the Douluo Continent, Keisha—who could wield her full Third-Class God King powers—was more than capable of standing against them.

With this, the last heavy burden weighing on Yao Xuan's heart was lifted. A faint smile spread across his face at the thought.

...

In the blink of an eye, six months passed.

Over this time, Yao Xuan's strength grew from Rank 25 to Rank 27, and his control over his two soul skills had reached new heights.

That afternoon, after class ended, Yao Xuan prepared to leave when Tang San suddenly approached him, his face brimming with fighting spirit.

"Yao Xuan, the half-year deadline has arrived! I've broken through to a Rank 14 Soul Master. Tomorrow afternoon, I'll defeat you and settle this grudge once and for all!"

Standing before Yao Xuan, Tang San glared fiercely, as if he wanted to devour him whole.

Having recently reached the rank of a Soul Master, Tang San had easily defeated Xiao Laoda, the school bully who had terrorized Nuoding Academy for years. This newfound victory had only inflated his confidence.

Moreover, to ensure his triumph, Tang San had meticulously crafted four Tang Sect Hidden Weapons—Bone-Piercing Needles. If he couldn't defeat Yao Xuan directly, these hidden weapons would serve as his ultimate trump card.

"Rank 14 Soul Master? Impressive?" Yao Xuan smirked and shook his head, his face full of disdain. "Even if you were Rank 24, I could still crush you effortlessly."

Since advancing to Great Soul Master, Yao Xuan's rigorous training had enabled him to fight opponents three entire ranks above his level. He could now slay even an entry-level Soul King, provided Tang San wasn't wielding his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul.

At this moment, Tang San was merely a lowly Soul Master. If Yao Xuan truly wanted, a single punch would reduce him to a pulp.

"Hmph! Keep bragging for one more day. Tomorrow, you'll beg for mercy!"

Clenching his fists tightly, Tang San turned and left, while Yao Xuan watched him go with an amused shake of his head, as if observing a clown.

"Xiao Wu, Susu, let's go."

With that, Yao Xuan returned to his quarters, accompanied by Tushan Susu and Xiao Wu. He instructed Keisha to summon a Tang San simulation for his routine battle training.

Following the training session, Yao Xuan enjoyed a relaxing bath alongside Yan Lingji, Keisha, and Tushan Susu. Amid the gentle ripples of the water, he admired their snowy-white skin before retiring for the night in shared warmth.

...

The next day.

By the following afternoon, the much-anticipated battle between Yao Xuan and Yu Xiaogang had finally begun.

At Nuoding Academy's rear martial arts arena, word of the duel had spread like wildfire. Nearly every student gathered to witness the spectacle.

They were eager to discover the strength of Yao Xuan, the mysterious figure who only attended morning classes before disappearing from sight.

As one of the participants in the bet, Yu Xiaogang arrived early, accompanied by Tang San, eager to witness the outcome.

"My disciple, I've watched your efforts over the past six months, and I'm confident. With your strength and my guidance, defeating that slacker Yao Xuan will be a breeze!"

Yu Xiaogang smiled confidently, offering words of encouragement.

"Master, I'm fully prepared for this battle. I'll prove myself to you and avenge my past humiliation by utterly defeating Yao Xuan and crushing his arrogance!"

Tang San's eyes sparkled with determination as he tightened his fists.

"Good! Remember, though Yao Xuan may be arrogant, spare him some dignity after your victory. According to the wager, he'll have to acknowledge me as his master and become your junior disciple."

Yu Xiaogang smiled faintly, speaking with a measured tone.

"Yes, master. I'll deliver a slight punishment to teach him respect but ensure he understands that there's always someone stronger."

Just then, Yao Xuan arrived at the arena, his left hand holding Tushan Susu's, his right arm linked with Xiao Wu's.

"Yao Xuan, you're here!"

Yu Xiaogang sneered. "It pains me to see you wasting your talent on frivolities. Once Tang San defeats you, I'll personally ensure you reach your full potential."

"Yu Xiaogang, save your jokes. Worry about yourself instead!" Yao Xuan retorted coldly before turning to Tang San.

"Tang San, you seem confident. But soon, you'll understand that your so-called strength is nothing in the face of absolute power."

"Yao Xuan! You haven't seen me for half a year. This time, you'll lose. Prepare to apologize to my teacher and acknowledge him as your master!"

Tang San's face flushed as he shouted, his anger evident.

"No, Tang San. I'll never acknowledge Yu Xiaogang as my master. Instead, he'll soon admit he's nothing but a fraud."

Yao Xuan shook his head coldly, his tone filled with ridicule.

"Hmph! Let's see who's laughing at the end!"

Tang San leapt onto the stage.

"Prepare to face despair!"

Yao Xuan smirked, following suit with a graceful leap.

"Tang San, Rank 14 Soul Master, Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass!"

Proudly declaring his rank, Tang San summoned his Blue Silver Grass martial soul, a single yellow soul ring radiating brilliance around him.

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