Qingluan Douluo's advice stuck firmly in Qian Renfeng's mind. What he said made perfect sense—back then, even Tang San had been sent by Tang Hao to the Heaven Dou Empire after leaving the Slaughter City to learn restraint and refinement.
If Renfeng truly wanted to master the murderous aura tied to the Asura God's divine position, perhaps this Madam Yuehua could help.
After all, her innate domain was built for that kind of thing!
Meanwhile, Qian Daoliu stepped into the private back garden of Spirit Hall, followed by several Worship Elders. Today, nearly every Worship Elder had gathered in this small garden.
Why? Because Qian Renfeng's six-year training period was coming to an end.
The Angel God had sent a divine reminder: the time for real-world trials could not be delayed any longer.
Qian Daoliu handed Renfeng a small command token, intricately engraved with a noble angel holding a Holy Sword, radiating divine judgment.
"This is Grandpa's Worship Token. Lower-level soul masters may not recognize it, but any Titled Douluo will."
"During your travels, you must be extremely cautious. If you encounter a foe you can't defeat, show them this token."
"If they still won't let you go, crush it. It will record everything that happens. No matter who it is, Spirit Hall will stop at nothing to avenge you."
Golden Crocodile Douluo, standing nearby, looked uneasy. This child had monstrous talent, and yet they were going to let him travel alone across the continent?
"Grand Worship… perhaps I should go with the young master? I traveled the continent in my youth too—I could help him avoid many pitfalls."
But Qian Daoliu cut him off bluntly:
"And what, you think the rest of us didn't travel the continent in our youth?"
"A hundred years ago, I swept across the land as Angel Douluo—forcing the great clans to retreat into seclusion. Now my grandson bears the same title and walks the same path. What's the problem?"
"Old Two, that's enough."
"This solo challenge against the major sects and factions—that's the will of the Angel God, not mine."
Golden Crocodile Douluo fell silent. Though over a hundred years old himself, he still looked like a child next to Qian Daoliu.
But he couldn't help the worry in his heart. If anything were to happen to Qian Renfeng… Spirit Hall would regret it forever.
That said—those nine 100,000-year soul rings spoke volumes.
Among all the Worship Elders, only Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile could still claim to be stronger than Renfeng. After all, Renfeng was only twelve. He lacked experience, especially compared to these battle-hardened veterans.
But give him a little more time?
Who could say?
After settling the argument, Qian Daoliu continued briefing Renfeng:
"Your first challenge should be in the Sunset Forest."
"There's an old poison master there—ruthless and obsessed with toxins."
"He's tricky, but his poisons are mostly ineffective against Titled Douluo and above. Some even call him the weakest Titled Douluo alive."
"His soul power is only at level 91, which makes him the perfect opponent for your first battle."
"And the Sunset Forest is close to Heaven Dou City. After defeating him, you can head there and visit Madam Yuehua to train in controlling your killing aura."
"In short, this route makes the most sense."
Qian Renfeng didn't speak, but Demon Subduing Douluo chimed in:
"I think the most dangerous stop on this trip will be the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
"They have a level 96 Sword Douluo. If things get ugly, the young master could be in danger."
Qian Daoliu waved him off:
"What, you think they'll fight him two-on-one? I'm not dead yet. If they try to bully him, don't blame me for bullying them back."
"Prepare yourself. The Angel God says you must depart within three days."
Three Days Later.
Qian Renfeng stood tall in elegant black formalwear, with golden threads embroidered like a coiled dragon across the fabric. His boots, known as Cloud Striders, gleamed under the sunlight.
On his left thumb, he wore a striking sapphire ring—not just decoration, but a rare soul tool custom-made by Qian Daoliu. It allowed Daoliu to track Renfeng's location in real-time and offered multiple functions vital for long journeys.
Elsewhere, Hu Liena swayed her hips as she entered the Pope's Hall.
Bibi Dong, in her majestic white papal robes, lounged casually on her throne. Her long legs were crossed, high heels pointed toward the doorway in a commanding pose. She radiated a queen-like aura that dazzled all who entered.
"Teacher, the Second Young Master has departed. Do I need to follow him?"
Bibi Dong held her scepter in her right hand while lazily resting her left on her thigh. She laughed softly:
"You're not scared of him anymore?"
"Six years ago, you were crying your eyes out, remember?"
Hu Liena immediately flushed red. Now sixteen, she was in her prime—a young woman entering full bloom. But whenever she recalled that incident six years ago, her heart still fluttered like a shy little flower.
Despite her seductive mannerisms and revealing outfits (thanks to her martial spirit's nature), when it came to facing a man with Renfeng's powerful physique, she was still easily flustered.
"Master! That was years ago!"
"I never imagined he'd be so bold… Using the excuse of nurturing my meridians, he touched every part of my body—"
"No, THREE TIMES!! And then he said, 'Girls are prone to cold bodies, so you should come by often and let me help… with your meridians!'"
Bibi Dong couldn't help but laugh. She looked at her disciple with great interest. Though Hu Liena had gotten the short end of the stick during that mission six years ago, she was undoubtedly gifted.
Now sixteen years old and already at level 43, with a little more time she could easily reach level 50 before turning twenty.
"Forget it. Don't follow him. Focus on your cultivation."
"Besides, I haven't seen him in years myself. I don't even know how strong he is. What if he's already stronger than you?"
Bibi Dong denied Hu Liena's request. While she had been tempted to send someone along, Hu Liena's progress was too good to interrupt.
Her future as the Saintess of Spirit Hall was nearly guaranteed.