Douluo Jueshi: My body was penetrated by the Snow Queen

Chapter 80: Teaching Nan Qiuqiu (Please Read)
On the other side, Nan Shuishui led the elite troops of Dilongmen and attacked Tianlongmen like a surging tide.

At this moment, the Tianlong Sect had lost its backbone in an instant because it had lost its mainstays such as Soul Douluo and Soul Sage, as well as the powerful sect leader Yu Zhenlong. Under this sudden attack, it completely lost the ability to fight back, and the battle undoubtedly turned into a one-sided brutal massacre.

Nan Shuishui looked at the once familiar Tianlongmen building and those faces that were either terrified or angry, feeling mixed emotions.

But when she thought of the promise Chen Yang made and the future rise of Dilongmen, she gritted her teeth and hardened her heart.

"Aunt Shuishui, why are you trying to kill us?" A girl who was very close to Nan Qiuqiu questioned Nan Shuishui with a look of despair on her face.

Upon hearing this, Nan Shuishui slowly closed her eyes, tears streaming uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

"Qianqian, don't blame Auntie..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly opened her eyes, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes, and she raised her hand and slapped out.

This palm, carrying her complex emotions and firm determination, landed heavily on the girl.

The girl's life was lost in this chaos and blood.

Nan Shuishui walked forward steadily, with pieces of broken flesh under her feet. Her eyes were like cold ponds, reflecting the terrified expressions on the faces of her acquaintances. The friendship they once had was completely crushed by the ruthless reality at this moment.

The elder who used to drink tea and discuss the secrets of martial spirits with her was now pierced through the chest by the fierce spirit skills she unleashed, and the breath of his life quickly dissipated like a candle in the wind.

There was also the captain of the guard who always liked to visit Dilongmen with his young daughter in his arms and a smile on his face. At this moment, a cry of begging for mercy with blood foaming in his throat kept coming out. As he screamed, bright red blood splattered on Nan Shuishui's battle skirt, leaving glaring bloodstains.

"Nan Shuishui! You are crazy!" The deputy leader of Tianlongmen, holding the broken spear tightly in both hands, staggered and retreated continuously, his eyes full of disbelief and anger.

However, Nan Shuishui's face was stern. He stretched out his hand and wiped away the blood that splashed on his cheek indifferently. His voice was extremely cold: "If I don't kill you, the only thing waiting for Dilongmen is destruction. I have no other choice."

The blood-red setting sun, like a crumbling star, hung in the sky, and its afterglow dyed the entire Tianlong Gate a dazzling blood-red.

In this oppressive atmosphere, the bronze plaque hanging high in the Tianlong Sect could not bear the weight and fell to the ground with a dull sound, as if it sounded the death knell for this once glorious sect.

A disciple, covered in blood, knelt tremblingly at Nan Shuishui's feet, holding up the blood-stained sect token with both hands and said, "Master, all the members of the Tianlong Sect have been executed."

Nan Shuishui slowly raised her head and glanced at the pile of corpses. The cold wind blew, wantonly lifting the corners of her blood-stained clothes.

In an instant, those once vivid and smiling faces emerged in her memory like a tide, gradually overlapping with the lifeless corpses before her.

"Clean up the scene." Nan Shuishui ordered in a low voice and turned to leave.

Behind her, a raging fire spread rapidly, completely engulfing the Tianlong Sect. In the fire, the last faint wailing gradually dissipated, announcing the complete destruction of this sect.

A major shift in power and influence was quietly accomplished under Chen Yang's impassive manipulation. In the Dilongmen living room, warm candlelight flickered gently, emitting a soft glow. Nan Qiuqiu rested her chin on her hands, leaning over the table, her eyes fixed on Chen Yang's stunning face, unblinking.

At this moment, Nan Shuishui suddenly pushed open the door of the living room, and a strong smell of blood instantly filled the air.

"Senior, all 1,800 people from Tianlongmen have been killed, and no one escaped." Nan Shuishui knelt on one knee, his tone respectful but with a hint of fatigue.

The ends of her blood-stained hair were still dripping with water. Although she had just washed in a hurry, traces of blood still stubbornly seeped into the gaps in her armor, telling of the cruelty of the bloody battle just now.

"You don't have to call me senior anymore. My name is Xue Wushuang, and I'm Qiuqiu's teacher. You can just call me Wushuang. Tomorrow we will head to the Xingdou Great Forest to hunt for a 100,000-year spirit ring for you."

Chen Yang's voice was gentle, but it was like dropping a bombshell in Nan Shuishui's heart.

A hundred thousand year soul ring, that was the supreme opportunity that countless Titled Douluo on the Douluo Continent had dreamed of throughout their lives but could never reach, and now it was so easily placed in front of him.

"Thank you, Senior Xue Wushuang!" Nan Shuishui's voice changed with excitement, and he touched the ground heavily with his forehead, expressing his endless gratitude.

Suddenly, Yu Zhenlong's unwilling look before his death flashed through her mind. But now, after witnessing Xue Wushuang's terrifying strength, she felt that Yu Zhenlong's struggle at that time was so futile and ridiculous.
In front of this mysterious and powerful Senior Xue Wushuang, even a level 95 Titled Douluo is just like an ant, powerless to resist.

After Nan Shuishui left, Nan Qiuqiu jumped to Chen Yang's side like a happy little deer. Her eyes were as bright as if they were studded with brilliant stars, sparkling with curiosity and desire. "Master, how did you cultivate to have such a powerful strength?"

Chen Yang smiled slightly, and his fingertips lightly slid across the table. In an instant, his soul power surged, and a diagram of the cultivation meridians emitting a faint blue light condensed.

On this meridian map, the lines glowing blue are crisscrossed, which is completely different from the traditional martial spirit cultivation path of Douluo Continent, as if it came from another world.

"Ordinary soul masters rely on their martial souls to absorb the free soul power between heaven and earth, and every time they advance ten levels, they have to hunt soul beasts and obtain soul rings to improve their strength."

As Chen Yang explained softly, he extended his fingertips and gently tapped the icon representing the soul ring on the meridian map.

In an instant, accompanied by a slight explosion, the spirit ring icons shattered and turned into tiny points of light that dissipated in the air. "But the cultivation method I created completely abandons this shackle.

Even those mortals who are born without martial souls and whose innate soul power is extremely weak can open up a unique path of cultivation of their own by following my method."

Nan Qiuqiu was stunned when she heard this. Her brain was working rapidly, trying to understand this new cultivation concept that subverted her cognition.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she stretched out her hand and grabbed Chen Yang's sleeve. Her eyes were full of confusion as she asked anxiously, "But Master, if you don't have a martial spirit, can you still be considered a spirit master?"

Chen Yang nodded and said with a smile: "Of course."

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