"The Angel Legion!!"
Upon hearing Murong Huai's words, Qian Xunji's expression froze for a moment, then he whispered:
"Xiao Huai, how do you know about them? This is the most elite legion of my Spirit Hall. We have more than 50,000 men on this expedition, which is more than enough to take Seagod Island. Using them would be a waste of their talents!"
Murong Huai was referring to the most elite legion of the Spirit Hall. It had a relatively small number of members, about a hundred or so, all of whom were experts at the Soul Saint level or above. Their spirits were all double-winged angels, giving them unparalleled aerial combat power. With their coordinated efforts, even a Title Douluo might not be a match for them.
Hearing Qian Xunji's words, Murong Huai disagreed and instead said:
"Senior brother, Poseidon Island is extraordinary, and the sea is extremely dangerous. Having the Angel Legion will provide an extra layer of protection."
After listening to Murong Huai's words, Qian Xunji pondered for a moment and immediately made a decision. He took out a golden token from his soul tool, handed it to Murong Huai, and instructed him:
"Xiao Huai, your senior brother believes in you. This token is my Angel Token, which grants permission to mobilize the Angel Legion three times. Take it..."
Murong Huai was about to refuse when Qian Xunji stopped him and said:
"Xiao Huai, listen to me. The Angel Legion is a trump card of the Qian family of the Spirit Hall, and it is generally not allowed to be deployed. However, your concerns are justified."
"In this way, just to be on the safe side, I will send you a message every three days after I set off and arrive at the sea area. If I suddenly stop sending messages, it means that the situation is dangerous. Then you should take the token to Angel Mountain behind Douluo Palace, find Qian Lingjun, the leader of the Angel Legion, and ask him to summon the Angel Legion to go to Seagod Island for support." Qian Xunji pressed Murong Huai's shoulder and gave him serious instructions.
Upon hearing this, Murong Huai looked at the token in his hand and nodded heavily.
"Don't worry, senior brother."
...,
"Alright, now I issue the order: the army shall march!" Having finished his pre-battle declaration, Qianpo City immediately ordered the army to begin its march.
"We obey!"
"We obey!"
The crowd shouted in unison, their voices passionate and surging. Then, they boarded the ship one after another, and accompanied by the sound of horns, the warship slowly sailed away.
Murong Huai and Wu Qianyun stood by the riverbank, watching the army depart. Murong Huai's eyes were filled with worry. Although he had made many preparations, it was still uncertain whether he could change the situation.
He secretly made a vow in his heart, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
"Poseidon Island, it would be best if my family didn't suffer too much damage in this battle, otherwise, given time, I will definitely destroy Poseidon Island myself!!"
...,
—One month later, Star Valley.
Swish swish——
In the early morning of Starry Valley, a thin mist, like gauze, lightly draped the rolling mountains. Murong Huai stood alone in a spacious training ground in the valley, his long sword still moving, but lacking its usual sharpness and focus.
A gentle breeze blew through the valley, carrying away a few fallen leaves, much like his fluctuating emotions. His swordplay grew increasingly chaotic, and Murong Huai's movements became sluggish and utterly disorganized.
Seeing this, the four people—Ghostly Moon Pass, Tu Town, Ju Qinglan, and others—also shook their heads helplessly.
"The Holy Son can't continue like this..."
"This is also the first time the Holy Son has experienced anything like this. Alas, this is the first time our Spirit Hall has launched a direct attack on Seagod Island. We don't know how dangerous it will be."
"With three out of four elders in my family going to war with the army, how could I not be worried..."
Seeing this, Yue Guan shook his head.
"Oh dear, stop talking, it's giving me a headache. We need to find a solution. In the past month, apart from his physique and soul power, His Highness's swordsmanship has improved very little. If this continues, when His Holiness the Pope returns, he'll surely kill us."
Ju Qinglan sighed, "With such a restless mind, all the sword practice will be in vain..."
"What can we do? We can't persuade them..."
"Hey, how about we go find Palace Master Wu?" Tu Zhen raised his hand to speak. However, Yue Guan slapped the other's hand away.
"What nonsense are you talking about? How much better off is Palace Master Wu than the Holy Son? She stays in the Martial Soul Temple every day handling government affairs. Anyone with eyes can see that she's still worried about Marshal Murong and the others..."
"What should we do then..."
"..."
"Hey, wait a minute, I suddenly thought of someone..." Ju Qinglan had a flash of inspiration.
Who is it?
"who?"
After the group huddled together, Ju Qinglan whispered her thoughts.
"We're like this… Aba aba…"
"Hey, that's a great idea!"
"I think it's a good idea..."
"Let's do it this way!"
"Okay, then who's going?" Ghost asked. As soon as he finished speaking, the other three looked at him simultaneously. He was taken aback, then rolled his eyes.
"Uh, sigh, okay, okay, I'll go!"
"It's up to you now, old ghost!"
...,
the next day,
After arriving at Starry Sky Valley and completing his daily physical and soul power training, Murong Huai summoned the Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword, but his eyes showed no desire to practice swordsmanship.
In fact, Murong Huai himself knew his current problem. A person's greatest weakness is his family. Although he had the soul of an adult from his previous life, he could not avoid all of this.
Just as he was about to draw his sword, a sweet and ethereal voice rang out.
"Brother Murong!!!"
Murong Huai was startled and turned around. He saw a girl in a pinkish-purple dress running towards him. Murong Huai realized what was happening and a smile appeared on his face.
"Dong'er, what brings you here!"
The newcomer was none other than Bibi Dong. Hearing Murong Huai's words, Bibi Dong blinked, gently tapping her cheek with her finger, looking exceptionally adorable. She turned and pointed in a direction.
"That uncle brought me here... wait, where is he?"
Bibi Dong was stunned to find that the ghost who had brought her there, along with the others, had disappeared. Upon seeing this, Murong Huai immediately understood that Yue Guan and his group must have done it, and he understood their intentions.
Murong Huai stepped forward and ruffled Bibi Dong's hair. "No need to look, Dong'er, you won't find them."
Bibi Dong nodded, then looked at Murong Huai and said with a smile:
"Brother Murong, this place is so beautiful! Do you usually cultivate here?"
"Yes, how is Dong'er's training at the Martial Soul Primary Academy?"
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong put her hands on her hips, tilted her head back, and said proudly:
"Brother Murong, Dong'er is amazing! I already have level sixteen soul power, and I'm number one in our beginner class!"
"You've increased your soul power by three levels in just over half a year, Dong'er is truly amazing." Murong Huai patted Bibi Dong's head.
Bibi Dong truly lives up to her reputation as a genius with twin martial souls and innate full soul power. Coupled with the resources and nurturing from the Spirit Hall, her starting point is far higher than that of some blacksmiths' sons later on.
In the Martial Soul Junior Academy, the teachers' levels range from Soul Venerable to Soul King, which is much better than some half-baked teachers.
In the original novel, Bibi Dong's talent was much stronger than Tang Hao's. She was definitely no more than forty years old when she reached the title of Douluo, and was probably only in her thirties. It was just that she was relatively low-key, otherwise, Tang Hao would not have been the youngest titled Douluo on the continent.
"Brother Murong, Dong'er wants to go shopping in Wuhun City. Will you come with me?" Bibi Dong said sweetly, clinging to Murong Huai's arm.
"Alright, I'll go with Dong'er." Murong Huai smiled indulgently, then glanced at a large rock not far away, and shook his head with a smile.
"Alright, stop hiding, you all heard that, right? Prepare the car, let's go to Wuhun City..."
Upon hearing Murong Huai's words, the four of them quickly scrambled out from behind the large rock.
"Alright, Your Highness, the carriage is ready outside..."
"Holy Son, Miss Dong'er, please..."
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