Chapter 340: Xiao Wu—Qian Renchuan Is My Real Third Brother!
A full week had passed.
Over the sea, a dark-gold energy pillar soared into the sky, dyeing even the clouds with its ominous hue. The terrifying fluctuations in energy caused waves to rise hundreds of meters high.
Beneath Qian Renchuan's feet, nine soul rings circled. The Slaughter Angel Spirit had gained its final ring. The configuration: three red, one black, three red, one black, and one dark gold. Each ring was over 50,000 years old.
The dark-gold ninth ring was different from Qian Renxue's—there was no fierce beast aura. Instead, it radiated an overwhelming killing intent, deep and boundless.
At the same time, his cultivation broke through the peak of level 96—he had officially reached the summit of human soul masters: Level 99 Limit Douluo.
A familiar voice echoed in Qian Renchuan's mind: "Eighth Asura Trial complete. Asura Set completed. Reward: +30% Asura Affinity. Total Affinity: 115%."
This campaign had yielded massive gains: crushing Bibi Dong once, acquiring a million-year soul ring, a million-year soul bone, the Whale Pearl of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, and six soul bones from Sea God Island.
On Sea God Island, Bibi Dong's bloodshot eyes stared into the sky where the dark-gold light had faded. Humiliation. Utter humiliation. This was the second greatest disgrace of her life. A soul beast stolen from her—again! And this time, it was a million-year one!
She had been forced to escape into the belly of a shark just to survive. Aside from those fifteen miserable years in a secret chamber with Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo, this was the lowest point of her life.
Nearly crazed, Bibi Dong screamed at the nearby Demon Soul Great White Shark: "Tell me where the other 100,000-year sea soul beasts are!"
While Bibi Dong stomped on the shark and searched for soul beasts to hunt for bones—
Spirit Hall
Inside a secret chamber, the Asura Demonic Sword hovered mid-air. A blood-red eye opened on its hilt. Light exploded forth as blood surged, forming a massive crimson gate. A spiraling abyss awaited beyond, calling Qian Renchuan to enter.
He took a deep breath and stepped in.
He arrived at a platform bathed in scarlet, the warmth beneath his feet faint. Surrounding it were eight smaller circular platforms, each about two meters in diameter. This had to be the place. He remembered the Asura God had said: to inherit the legacy, one had to pass eight trials.
"Ninth Asura Trial—Asura Inheritance. Trial begins."
No warning. A scorching pain surged through his back. Before he could react, a ripping sensation turned into blinding agony—his body felt as if it were being flayed alive. The screech of tearing echoed behind him—his external soul bone, the Eight Spider Lances, was being forcibly torn from his body.
Agony. Utter, soul-rending agony.
One by one, his eight ribs were stripped and placed on the platforms—they were the Eight Spider Lances.
Next came his six other soul bones: the 100,000-year Soft-Boned Rabbit skull, Soft-Boned Rabbit left arm, Titan Giant Ape right arm, Blue Silver Emperor right leg, Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King left leg, and the million-year Deep Sea Demon Whale King torso bone.
Each extraction nearly killed him. The Titan Giant Ape's soul bone hurt the most. The ape's beloved Xiao Wu had died at Spirit Hall's hands, so the bone retaliated viciously.
Especially the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King bone—it felt like his leg was being dismantled piece by piece, a torture worse than death.
But then, to his shock, the soul inside that bone was not the Bat King—it was Tang Chen.
Twisted, furious, his soul emanated hatred that could destroy the heavens. If eyes could kill, Tang Chen's gaze could annihilate the world. Only Bibi Dong, tortured beyond imagination, might surpass his hatred. Not even Tang San compared.
Now it made sense—his father had purified the Bat King's soul with angelic power. Tang Chen's will remained. No wonder the pain was so unbearable—Tang Chen was behind it.
But when the Soft-Boned Rabbit skull was removed, he felt oddly relieved. That bone had no lingering soul. Ah Rou's spirit had gone into the soul ring when she sacrificed herself and was now buried with Tang Hao.
To his surprise, the Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone and Soft-Boned Rabbit left arm bone caused far less pain—as if they didn't want to hurt him. The leg bone made sense—his mother's consciousness was there. She would never harm him. But the left arm?
When the left arm bone reached the platform, Xiao Wu's soul appeared, gazing at him not with hatred—but with deep affection.
Qian Renchuan was stunned. He couldn't understand. Spirit Hall had killed her kin: the Titan Giant Ape, the Sky Blue Bull Python, Xiao Wu herself had been forced to sacrifice herself. Her lover Tang San had just been obliterated like a foot soldier by his own hand.
Shouldn't she hate him like Tang Chen did?
But Xiao Wu's soul had watched everything—had been with Qian Renchuan all along.
At first, she hated him deeply. But during the Slaughter City battle, when he staked everything to prove he was the real Tang San—she began to doubt. Over time, she observed more and more…
And she realized—this man before her was truly her Third Brother.
How could she bear to hurt the one she loved?
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