Qingluan Douluo truly admires Qian Daoliu's unique vision. These two share a true master-disciple bond.
"Let's go."
Guangling Douluo walked up to Ling Chang'e, extended his large hand towards her, and spoke softly: "I will take you to the palace. You must remember the way. I'll guide you the first time, but not next time."
"It's better to rely on yourself than anyone else."
Ling Chang'e reached out her small hand and grasped his large one, her eyes momentarily flashing with surprise. She hadn't expected Guangling Douluo, who appeared to have fair and tender skin, to have such thick calluses on his hands. It was clear that he practiced swordsmanship frequently.
Her pupils contracted subconsciously. She hadn't anticipated that the playful Guangling Douluo was so serious in private. Reflecting on it, it made sense. If Guangling Douluo were truly careless and lazy all the time, he wouldn't have become the fifth worshiper of the Spirit Hall.
In a world where the strong prey on the weak, one's strength is determined not only by talent but by one's effort. Ling Chang'e could smell a faint cedar and rose scent on him.
It was clear that the rose scent came from Guangling Douluo, while the cedar scent came from Qingluan Douluo. Thinking about the earlier scene, Ling Chang'e quickly dismissed her thoughts, realizing it was too beautiful to imagine.
Of course, as she held Guangling Douluo's hand, her fear diminished, and a sense of safety washed over her. The tension from her time travel faded considerably.
An indescribable sense of security settled in her heart, making her feel particularly relaxed. It was a feeling that made her want to put her worries aside and face reality with ease. To match Ling Chang'e's pace, Guangling Douluo deliberately slowed down, ensuring her short legs could keep up. As for Qingluan Douluo, he followed behind them, his face sullen. Upon reaching the steps outside the palace, Ling Chang'e heard the voices of the guards.
"Ah, Master Guangling is so handsome!"
"Master Guangling is so gentle, holding his apprentice's hand. I was stunned by this scene."
"Master Qingluan's expression is so scary."
"When they walked together, the image shocked me."
"Your Highness the Saint is so cute. I want a cute little cotton-padded jacket like hers!"
"So cute."
"It would be nice if I could pick one up outside."
The more she listened to these voices, the more Ling Chang'e felt something was off. She forced a smile, trying to suppress the discomfort in her heart. No matter how strange their inner voices were, she had to pretend not to notice and control her facial expression.
She didn't think she could outsmart these old foxes in the Spirit Hall. They had seen countless people, so they could easily see through her thoughts. Knowing this, Ling Chang'e did her best to control her face, clenched her free right hand into a small fist, and resisted showing any signs of discomfort.
She quickened her pace, eager to leave the scene. Half an hour later, the three of them arrived at a dark palace. Since there was no owner, it had remained unlit at night since its establishment, making it nearly invisible in the darkness.
Soul masters, however, can see in the dark, especially those who practice pupil techniques. Night vision strength depends on the soul master's cultivation and the strength of their pupil's techniques. Ling Chang'e's soul power was only at level 17, so her night vision wasn't as sharp as Guangling Douluo's and Qingluan Douluo's.
However, she confidently walked forward, holding Guangling Douluo's hand, feeling no fear for her safety. As they approached, Ling Chang'e finally saw the palace. It was a structure covering less than 300 square meters, divided into two sections: the main hall at the front and the side hall at the back.
The palace had a simple and silver aesthetic, with crystal decorations hanging in the corners above. The moonlight reflected off these crystals, casting a bright glow. Even without lights, the interior was visible.
The crystal floor sparkled in the moonlight, and the walls were made of special minerals designed to trap soul power within the palace and isolate sound effectively.
Guangling Douluo took Ling Chang'e's hand and walked toward the palace gate, intending to explain everything to her.
This palace would be hers from now on.
This was the right of the Saint of the Worship Hall and a symbol of her status. The Spirit Hall would never treat its people poorly when it came to material things.
This generosity was one reason for the loyalty of those who served the Spirit Hall.
When a force is generous, calms your emotions, and leaves you without worries, you naturally want to work hard for it. Moreover, with the cultivation resources monopolized by the two empires, Spirit Hall offers a fair chance to compete.
Ling Chang'e's eyes brightened with excitement as she looked ahead, her curiosity piqued. She couldn't wait to enter the palace. She didn't want to wait to change the palace's decorations later. What she wanted now was to own the palace.
More importantly, it was very close to Qian Renxue and her master, Guangling Douluo. Thinking of Qian Renxue, Ling Chang'e felt a twinge of melancholy.
She hadn't met Qian Renxue since arriving at the Spirit Hall, but she knew Qian Renxue was disguising herself as Xue Qinghe in the Tiandou Empire.
This timeline shouldn't be too slow.
Because shortly after Tang San was born, Qian Daoliu's only son, Qian Xunji, was killed by Bibi Dong, the power within the Spirit Hall shifted, and Qian Renxue was forced to go to the Heaven Dou Empire.
She had to practice hard, but she didn't want to become Tang San's stepping stone.
Entering the palace, she saw a stone seat atop nine steps, with a dozen chairs placed below. Behind the chairs were three wooden racks filled with wine.
The overall decoration was simple yet beautiful, creating a pleasant atmosphere. Ling Chang'e stepped onto the silver crystal floor, looking at her reflection. Curiosity gleamed in her obsidian eyes.
It was so beautiful.
This was the first time she had seen a crystal floor, with five crystal chandeliers hanging above her. Guangling Douluo released her hand and used his soul power to light up the chandeliers in the entire palace.
The Spirit Hall was wealthy and powerful, providing three ways of lighting the palace: soul power, candles, and electricity.
Although soul power was developed in the Douluo Continent, electricity had also become noticeable, but it was not as esteemed as soul power.
Only those with soul power garnered admiration.
Ling Chang'e quickly ran forward, aiming for the stone seat atop the steps. The Spirit Hall's design featured a step in each palace's main hall, with a stone seat or throne placed atop it to highlight the palace owner's status.
Ling Chang'e had noticed this in Guangling Douluo's palace earlier, and now, she could finally sit on her stone seat, a clear sign of her joy. Upon reaching the stone seat, Ling Chang'e turned around, sat down, and began swinging her feet.
She realized her feet were too short.
The palace was designed for adults.
Ling Chang'e: "…"
"Ah."
A light laugh came from a distance.