Has Qian Renxue Lost Her Martial Soul?

The Great Enshrined of Spirit Hall was not the only one who could not make sense of it.

At this moment, the Soul Masters across the entire Douluo Continent were full of questions.

Before they could think further, the scene in the Heavenly Screen came into focus once more.

It was deep in the rear courtyard of the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars on Mount Lingtai Fangcun.

When the beings of the Douluo Continent saw the scene displayed on the Heavenly Screen clearly, they all drew a sharp breath.

Upturned eaves and interlocking brackets were half concealed by wisps of purple Qi. The blue bricks were not made of clay, but carved from jade that had remained warm for ten thousand years, and gave off a soft, pure glow.

There was no need to mention the rest of the scene; rich spiritual Qi filled every corner.

In the eyes of the Soul Masters, this spiritual Qi was the equivalent of Soul Power.

This place truly was worthy of being a Deity's dwelling!

But how could those country bumpkins of the Douluo Continent know?

To Bai Yi, who sat upright on the raised platform,

this Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars on Mount Lingtai Fangcun was merely a place for quiet cultivation that he had casually brought into being.

As one whose cultivation had reached the peak of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm,

he saw this world as no more than a speck of dust, created with one thought and extinguished with another.

Bai Yi himself had some misgivings.

According to the Primordial World script originally laid out by the Heavenly Dao,

he should have summoned dozens or even hundreds of ordinary immortals and attendants as background figures, putting on a lively grand spectacle of imparting the Dao.

But Bai Yi could not be bothered with such formalities. What was the point of taking in so many disciples just to make up the numbers?

Just listening to those dull-witted fellows chant scriptures and sweep the floors every day was enough to give him a headache.

Bai Yi had taken up residence on Mount Fangcun to train Sun Wukong, the Lingming Stone Monkey, and see the Journey to the West through.

As for Qian Renxue, the six-year-old girl who had fallen through a spatial rift,

it was simply that, while calculating with his fingers, Bai Yi had faintly sensed a trace of resonance between her and his own chance to attain the Dao.

Since fate had delivered her to his door, he had picked her up as a nominal disciple on a whim. He could raise her for amusement and teach her a little along the way; at most, it meant adding another bowl and pair of chopsticks and passing on a couple more lines of instruction.

And so, the vast, secluded rear courtyard of the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars was now especially quiet.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a monkey and a little girl.

On the Heavenly Screen,

Qingxuan, a Daoist attendant with delicate features, led Sun Wukong and Qian Renxue through a purple bamboo corridor to a refined, secluded courtyard beside a side hall.

Two wing rooms stood on either side of the courtyard. Between them was a spring pool so clear that its bottom was visible, where koi blew bubbles and lotus flowers bloomed in pairs on shared stalks.

"Junior Brother, Junior Sister."

Qingxuan stopped, turned around, and looked over the peculiar pair with a smile before speaking in a clear, crisp voice.

"The room to the east is abundant in yang Qi, so Junior Brother Wukong may stay there."

"The room to the west is quiet and elegant, suitable for Junior Sister Xue'er to rest in. Everything you need has been prepared in the rooms, so please settle in first."

Having finished his instructions, Qingxuan turned to leave.

Seeing that Qingxuan was about to go, Sun Wukong immediately grew anxious.

He had spent more than ten years crossing the seas from the Eastern Continent of Divine Blessing, braving countless hardships and dangers and enduring the scorn of the world.

All for the sake of gaining the great ability to live forever and escape the King of Hell's jurisdiction.

Now that he had finally entered an immortal school and found a renowned master, how could he possibly remain patient?

"Senior Brother Daoist Attendant! Senior Brother Daoist Attendant, please wait!"

Sun Wukong jumped forward and clumsily seized Qingxuan's sleeve with a furry hand.

"May I ask, Senior Brother Daoist Attendant, when will our venerable master teach Old Sun the skills to reach the heavens and pierce the earth?"

Qingxuan swayed as Sun Wukong tugged him and turned back.

Seeing the monkey's impatient, restless expression, he shook his head and laughed.

"You monkey, why are you so impatient and restless?"

"The first step on the path of cultivation is to cultivate the heart and temper one's temperament. When you're in such a fiery rush, how can you comprehend the Dao?"

"There's no hurry, no hurry. Go and have a good rest first!"

Qingxuan gave an easy smile, and his figure swayed slightly.

A faint auspicious cloud formed beneath his feet, and he drifted away, vanishing from the eyes of the girl and the monkey in the blink of an eye.

Sun Wukong stood where he was, blinking in some confusion.

Though he had not been given a definite time to learn his skills, he was naturally quick-witted and knew that immortal schools had strict rules. He did not dare act out, and respectfully bowed toward the direction Qingxuan had gone.

"Thank you for the guidance, Senior Brother Daoist Attendant. Old Sun will remember it."

After Qingxuan left, only the monkey and the little girl remained in the small courtyard, staring wide-eyed at each other.

Sun Wukong looked at Qian Renxue beside him, who was as exquisite and adorable as a doll in a New Year painting, her features seemingly carved from jade and dusted with powder. His eyes were full of curiosity.

Back at his home on Flower-Fruit Mountain, the female monkeys and little monkeys had always gathered around him, chattering and laughing whenever they saw him.

Now that he had gained a junior sister in the same school, the monkey was quite pleased. After all, he was a senior brother now.

"Hehe, Junior Sister!"

Sun Wukong grinned and leaned closer, trying to strike up a friendly conversation.

"You said in the main hall that your name was Qian Renxue. What blessed land did you come from?!"

Qian Renxue was unmoved by Sun Wukong's question. She gave a soft snort and walked toward her West Wing Room without looking back.

"Bang."

The door slammed shut.

Sun Wukong awkwardly raised a hand and scratched the fur on his cheek.

"Tsk, tsk, this junior sister has quite a fiery temper. She's very proud."

"No matter, no matter! Since we both cultivate under the Patriarch, we'll be seeing each other all the time. Given enough time, she'll change eventually!"

With that, Sun Wukong cheerfully turned around, pushed open the door to the east wing room, and went inside to rest.

At this moment,

inside the West Wing Room,

Qian Renxue looked at everything before her and fell into thought.

After all, in an unfamiliar world,

the only thing she could rely on to survive was strength!

With that thought, Qian Renxue sat cross-legged and began trying to draw on the Soul Power within her.

Hum!

As Qian Renxue entered meditation, faint rings of golden light rippled out from around her small body.

A sacred, holy, and noble presence quietly filled the room.

This scene was displayed clearly in every corner of the Douluo Continent.

"Look! The Young Mistress has begun meditating!"

In Spirit City, countless Soul Masters of Spirit Hall pointed excitedly at the sky.

The next moment, golden light surged behind Qian Renxue, and within the dazzling sacred radiance, an illusory, holy figure slowly emerged!

It was a humanoid phantom formed entirely of pure golden light, with three pairs of immaculate white feathered wings extending from its back, golden divine flames flowing over them!

The Six-Winged Angel!

The God-Bestowed Martial Soul passed down through generations of the Qian Family of Spirit Hall!

The spectators on the Douluo Continent did not find the sight particularly surprising.

After all, the whole continent now knew that the Qian Family had inherited the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul for generations.

Qian Daoliu stroked his beard, his face full of satisfaction.

"Good! Cultivating her Martial Soul in the world of gods will surely yield twice the result with half the effort!"

But before Qian Daoliu had even finished his praise, a sudden change occurred on the Heavenly Screen!

Boom!

The spiritual Qi contained in the blessed land of Mount Fangcun suddenly transformed into seven-colored rays of light and enveloped Qian Renxue completely!

The Six-Winged Angel phantom behind Qian Renxue let out a mournful cry.

As the spiritual Qi assimilated it, the Martial Soul phantom gradually began to dissipate and crumble.