Thrashing Qian Jixun ②

"Young friend, just who are you?"

In Sunset Forest, two Spirit Hall elders shielded Qian Jixun.

Good heavens. Qian Jixun had been a favored son of heaven since childhood. When had he ever been beaten into such a state?

Could it be that Ji'er was usually so domineering and arrogant that he had offended some expert?

"Though our Spirit Hall may not count as some great power on the continent, we do have some reputation. Surely there is no need for you to be so hostile toward us, Your Excellency?

"However, this old man has never heard of a Spirit King possessing a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring. Putting aside whether an ordinary Spirit King could successfully hunt a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, whether he could withstand that immense energy during absorption alone is unknown.

"Your Excellency, where do you come from?"

These words were perfectly measured. At this time, Spirit Hall truly could not be said to cover the sky with one hand, but it was not excessive to say it stood alone at the top.

The Spirit Hall elders did not immediately attack Su Mutian to uphold the image of Spirit Hall's holy son.

Instead, they felt suspicion, even confusion, toward the identity of the person before them.

Su Mutian pointed at Qian Jixun, who was cowering behind the elders, and said, "No, no, no. You've misunderstood. I'm not targeting Spirit Hall. I'm targeting him."

Then Su Mutian turned his palm over, and the Five-Colored Divine Sword instantly bloomed in his palm, forming a sword petal.

He said, "I come from far away."

Hearing this,

the Spirit Hall elder gave an awkward smile and said, "Young friend, you jest. Since you come from far away, Ji'er presumably would have no connection to you, much less any grudge.

"Young friend, it would be best not to beat around the bush. Otherwise, even if you have a powerful sect or teacher backing you, I'm afraid they would not lightly make an enemy of our Spirit Hall.

"Moreover, with the strength of us two Titled Douluo, young friend, even if you possess a spirit that is difficult to fathom and an unimaginable ability to fight above your level, at a realm of just over rank fifty, I'm afraid you still wouldn't be able to leave so peacefully."

That Spirit Hall elder was worthy of being an old fox.

There was a knife hidden in his smile. He clearly looked calm and amiable, but his tone naturally carried a warning for Su Mutian.

He was unlike Qian Jixun, who could do nothing but glare with swollen black eyes, mutter viciously from the side, and whisper poison into the Spirit Hall elders' ears, only to shut up in fear the moment Su Mutian glanced at him.

Utterly useless.

But with the strength of two Spirit Hall Titled Douluo, dealing with a Spirit King should originally have been something they could solve by lifting a finger.

The martial world was all about human relationships and worldly ways.

Even though all beneath Titled Douluo were ants, these two hall elders had not let force go to their heads. They were rather rational, making Su Mutian look at them a little more highly.

As the saying went, one did not strike a smiling face.

But Su Mutian also would not say that he came from Sea God Island.

So Su Mutian thought for a moment and finally came up with an excuse he considered reasonable:

"I come from a distant nation called the Land of Light."

"The Land of Light?!"

The two Spirit Hall elders and Qian Jixun looked at one another, sighing inwardly despite themselves.

There was actually a nation beyond Douluo Continent?

The Land of Light. They did not understand what kind of nation that was.

"May I ask, young friend, where is that continent located?"

"Ah... because the land was gradually eroded, and with the outbreak of tsunamis and earthquakes, my nation has completely sunk into the sea.

"So after countless days and nights, I drifted to this continent. I suppose I was extremely lucky."

Su Mutian spoke as if helpless and sorrowful.

The setting of the Ultra Nebula Gai Atlantis vanishing—this kind of origin, though exaggerated, was enough to bluff people.

All the more so when they were Douluo people who knew nothing of such things.

The Spirit Hall elder smiled silently, secretly circulating Soul Power as he shook his head and said, "Young friend, I said before, if you treat us sincerely, then there is still room to ease the matter of beating our Spirit Hall's holy son. If not, our Spirit Hall is no soft persimmon for others to squeeze as they please."

Not only was it not a soft persimmon, it was also a hard bone to gnaw.

"That's right. Earlier, you said you were dissatisfied with Ji'er, clearly implying there had long been some entanglement. Now you say you drifted here. Such a thing is truly unheard of.

"In my view, if you aren't an outsider hired by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, then you were sent out by the Clear Sky Sect, which has hidden from the world for over ten years."

"As for that strength far beyond a Spirit King's, I'm afraid you carry some secret treasure. Once we take you down, the truth will naturally be clear!"

"Eh... Coiling Dragon Staff!"

"Fourth Spirit Ability · Nine-Segment Dragon!"

After the time it took an incense stick to burn,

Su Mutian clapped his hands in satisfaction and withdrew his spirit, which was glowing with a strange light.

The three bruised and swollen people before him wailed without end, especially Qian Jixun, who had suffered a double beating.

Su Mutian looked at the two Spirit Hall elders. Their actual ages were probably eighty if not a hundred.

Did this... count as abusing the elderly?

"Young friend, I already believe what you said. Please don't hit us anymore."

Seeing Su Mutian raise his hand to adjust his mask, the Spirit Hall elder covered his cheek and subconsciously begged for mercy.

Too terrifying!

This was unscientific!

This fellow was clearly only a Spirit King, yet his physical strength was so great that even the two of them, both Titled Douluo, found it difficult to shake him.

And his spirit was extremely bizarre.

Five sword arrows, each with a different effect.

Especially that ten-year First Spirit Ability. Although its killing power was not very strong, it was incomparably strange. When it came into contact with his Soul Power, the Soul Power actually dimmed like a withering flower!

As for that second sword's hundred-year yellow spirit ability, it could draw upon the earth, like gathering quicksand, sometimes scattering into grains and sometimes condensing into one body to attack.

The third spirit ability was like the descent of a revered god, carrying an emperor's majesty that made people worship, with a vast aura powerful enough to crush everything.

Especially the ten-thousand-year fourth spirit ability, which made one feel as though one had been plunged into an abyss of death, brimming with killing intent.

Even so, the other party had yet to use his hundred-thousand-year spirit ability, yet he had already gained the upper hand one against two. It was truly outrageous.

They could not help but consider one thing.

Could this person truly have come from that Land of Light buried by the sea?

In the several hundred years of historical records on Douluo Continent, there had absolutely never been an example of a Spirit King beating down a Spirit Sage, let alone a Titled Douluo.

If they knew that what stood before them was a max-level spirit body, they would have vomited blood from anger.

Originally, they had thought that with the Great Enshrined presiding over Spirit Hall, a being at the peak realm of soul masters, no matter how powerful the other party's backing was, it would be unable to do anything to Spirit Hall.

Only then had they attacked, preparing to seize Su Mutian.

They had not expected that they, too, would be beaten up.

Aside from believing his words, Qian Jixun and the two elders truly could not think of any other way to explain this scene that surpassed the limits of rank.

Beneath the mask, Su Mutian revealed a kind smile. "That's for the best. What I hate most in this life is other people questioning what I say."

"We don't dare anymore, we don't dare. We know we were wrong."

Qian Jixun was about to cry.

He had always been the one abusing others. This time, he was truly a mute eating bitter herbs—suffering but unable to speak of it.

"We also only saw that Crimson-Striped Eagle-Crested Snake about to ambush you, so we kindly acted. We absolutely had not the slightest intention of disrespect. If we have disturbed you, we will leave right now."

The Spirit Hall elder patted off his backside, climbed out of the pit, and prepared to slink away.

Unexpectedly, Su Mutian suddenly thanked them. "Regarding that matter, I thank you."

What made Qian Jixun's jaw drop was

that Su Mutian went on by himself, "I made myself clear from the start. I only wanted to educate your Spirit Hall's holy son.

"When I came to this continent and heard people chatting, someone said that Spirit Hall's holy son, Qian Jixun, was usually arrogant and domineering, suppressed commoners, and liked to molest women. In short, his character was vile and his morals extremely poor.

"But they were also troubled by the fact that Spirit Hall was extremely powerful. No one dared to be angry, and no one dared to speak up. That was why I followed the news here to uphold justice.

"When you return from this trip, you must uphold social fairness and order. You absolutely cannot do bad things again. Do you understand!!"

I generally didn't lie, unless the situation was a little special, in which case it came right out of my mouth.

The Spirit Hall elder was stunned.

He turned back with a strange expression and asked Qian Jixun, "Is there such a thing?"

Qian Jixun immediately shook his head in denial, but he had also been beaten into fear by Su Mutian and did not dare deny it outright. He could only explain, "Ji'er has always kept in mind that the foundation of Spirit Hall's development lies in discovering commoner soul masters. I absolutely could not do something like suppress commoners. As for those other rumors, they are even more baseless nonsense. Two elders, don't you know Ji'er's character?"

That elder was half-believing and half-doubting. He turned back and said weakly to Su Mutian, "Young hero, could it be this situation? Those people you encountered were all spreading rumors started by others?

"To be honest with you, young hero, recently many powers have grown jealous of Spirit Hall's rapid development and have tried to smear our Spirit Hall in secret. Could you have encountered such people?"

"Mm..."

Su Mutian pretended to ponder deeply, then said in sudden realization, "That is indeed possible!"

"If that is really the case, then I must apologize to you!"

Su Mutian said.

In truth, he had only wanted to beat up Qian Jixun. In Douluo, there were not many people whose character was purely vile to the extreme. Qian Jixun counted as one.

Forcing Bibi Dong.

Just like Zhen Zhibing forcing Little Dragon Maiden.

Everyone wanted to beat him to death, yet everyone also wanted to become him.

But in essence,

with this beating, Su Mutian also wanted Qian Jixun to clearly realize that there was always someone better, and a sky beyond the sky. He should not be arrogant as a person.

He should do fewer dirty things.

For example, taking the forceful route just because he coveted Bibi Dong's body.