"Another 100,000-year ring?!"
Qian Daoliu stared unblinking at the newly emerged red soul ring, shocked to the core.
The Angel God's rewards for Qian Renfeng were considered top-tier configurations, but the soul rings granted by the god behind the Blood-Colored Demon Sword all started at 100,000 years!
That meant—from his second ring onward, Qian Renfeng's Shura Demon Sword martial spirit was equipped entirely with 100,000-year soul rings!
Was it even possible for a second martial spirit to be that powerful?!
In the Divine Realm—
The Angel God was on the verge of losing it. The Asura God was exploiting her efforts—piggybacking off everything she had done!
During the first divine trial, the Asura God had forcibly sealed a 100,000-year soul ring and passed it on to Qian Renfeng. Even as a Divine Realm Enforcer, it had taken an enormous amount of divine power to successfully seal it.
The Angel God's original plan was simple: if Renfeng completed her trials quickly enough, the Asura God wouldn't have time to prepare additional sealed rings.
Sure, that would slightly limit Renfeng's strength, but at least it would slow the growth of the Shura Demon Sword. Otherwise, she'd lose control over who he ultimately inherited from!
But the Asura God had waited until she rewarded Renfeng with lower-tier rings first, which gradually strengthened the boy's body. Then he swooped in, bestowing 100,000-year rings that Renfeng could now absorb perfectly.
Now, it was clear:
The Shura Demon Sword would start with a full set of nine 100,000-year soul rings!
Even with the Angel Spirit evolving into the Eight-Winged Angel, its power still fell short of the Asura God's martial spirit.
The Asura God, however, showed no interest in arguing.
"Are you done yet?"
"If you're that mad, don't give your reward next time. Wait and let me go first."
"I already compromised once with the Divine Realm Council. Don't push your luck."
As the two gods clashed in the heavens, Qian Renfeng was having a hard time himself.
Sure, his physical strength was rising rapidly—but absorbing 100,000-year soul rings wasn't painless. Far from it.
Not only were the rings merging forcefully into his body, but Renfeng could also feel several even stronger energies beginning to gather inside him.
Qian Daoliu, watching from outside, was stunned.
One after another, red soul rings rose from Renfeng's feet and merged into him. When the sixth red ring appeared, he had to catch his breath.
But the most shocking part came next:
The final three soul rings… weren't red.
They were dark gold.
Dark gold?!
What kind of soul ring was that? Were there rings even more powerful than 100,000-year soul rings?
Qian Daoliu didn't have time to dwell on it.
Renfeng had finished absorbing them—six red, three dark gold—all coiling around his Shura Demon Sword.
If not for his lack of battle experience, even the Worship Elders of Spirit Hall wouldn't dare challenge him. Even Qian Daoliu himself trembled slightly just from sensing the sword's murderous aura.
Then the Angel God's voice returned:
[Angel God's Fourth Trial: Study under Qian Daoliu for six years. After that, travel alone to the great sects and defeat their chosen prodigies and Titled Douluo. Spread the name of Angel Douluo across the continent!]
[Reward: Full soul bone set; All soul ring durations extended by 10,000 years!]
And the Asura God followed immediately:
[Asura God's Fourth Trial: Follow the guidance of the Angel God and complete the Angel God's divine trials.]
[Reward: None.]
The contrast couldn't be starker. The Asura God's voice now sounded weak, clearly strained. Granting three dark gold soul rings had drained a huge amount of divine power.
He couldn't even be bothered to design a new challenge—much less offer a reward.
In a way, this made things easier for Renfeng. The Shura Demon Sword's power had grown to such a terrifying level that even he was struggling to control it.
Maybe now's a good time to learn how to master it…
Six Years Later—
Spirit Hall had built a private garden just for their Second Young Master. Even Pope Bibi Dong wasn't allowed to enter.
Why?
Because Renfeng himself had created this space.
Seven Worship Elders stood guard in shifts. No one—not even the Pope—knew the true extent of Renfeng's strength.
It was as if his entire being had been wrapped in a shroud of divine power, making him unreadable even to those of Titled Douluo rank.
In that tranquil garden, a blood-red sword slashed through the air. The moment it moved, the surrounding flowers and plants all bowed their heads as if intimidated by its killing aura.
"Young Master, you still can't fully suppress the Shura Sword's bloodlust."
"At least the plants didn't die this time—just had a few branches snapped under the pressure."
Renfeng gave a bitter smile and quickly switched to his Eight-Winged Angel martial spirit. A wave of holy light spread across the garden, and the once-pressured flowers bloomed back to life.
"Grandpa Qingluan, this sword is impossible to control!"
"It's like a killing god is living inside it. No matter how much I try to suppress the bloodlust, there's always a little left I can't hide."
Once he activated the Angel Spirit, Renfeng exuded a serene, confident aura. Even his voice carried the tone of a natural leader, yet remained approachable and kind.
The Worship Elders much preferred this version of him.
Whenever Renfeng held the Shura Demon Sword, they were all on edge, fearing he might lose control. If that happened… it would be a nightmare.
"To have reached this level in just six years is already impressive."
"If we tried to suppress this sword's killing aura ourselves, it would take two or three decades at least."
"That said… there's a noblewoman in the Heaven Dou Empire known for teaching etiquette and inner peace. I think her name is Madam Yuehua."
"If you travel there, you might consider visiting her. I've heard she's quite skilled at calming the heart."
"She might be able to help you control your aura."
So said Qingluan Douluo, who, among the Seven Worships, was the most suited to train Renfeng in refining his temperament.
However, in terms of cultivating noble bearing, even he couldn't compare to Madam Yuehua—whose innate domain was the Noble Halo.
She might be exactly what the Second Young Master needed: to suppress the Shura Sword's bloodlust and cultivate true aristocratic grace.