First Style of the Holy Lance's Ten Ultimates: Holy Lance Pierces the Sky

First Style of the Holy Lance's Ten Ultimates: Holy Lance Pierces the Sky

Ling Yuxuan's previous training had severely overdrawn his body.

Qian Daoliu looked at Ling Yuxuan, a trace of heartache flashing through his eyes.

Ever since awakening his martial soul, this child had either meditated to cultivate Soul Power every day or practiced spear techniques at the Training Field. His diligence had even surpassed Xiao Xue's back then.

Back then, Qian Daoliu had happened to save Ling Yuxuan and noticed the abnormalities on him. He had taken a gamble and brought him back, and it had indeed paid off. Looking at the Seraphim Mark on Ling Yuxuan's forehead, Qian Daoliu guessed that Ling Yuxuan might be the heir of some god. A faint divine aura also emanated from him, making it highly likely that he would become a god in the future.

Qian Daoliu could be said to have watched Ling Yuxuan grow up. Ever since bringing him back, Ling Yuxuan had been obedient, sensible, and lovable. He knew how to cheer people up, possessed extraordinary talent, and might even be a god's heir. In Qian Daoliu's heart, he had long regarded Ling Yuxuan as half a grandson.

Qian Daoliu gave Ling Yuxuan's head one last pat before returning to the Training Field.

After Qian Daoliu left, the Seraphim Mark on Ling Yuxuan's forehead began to flicker. The Power of Judgment radiating from it continuously repaired Ling Yuxuan's overdrawn body.

The blood in Ling Yuxuan's body also gradually changed from golden-red to brilliant gold.

In the stillness of midnight, the lamps burned dimly. A bright moon hung high beyond the window, stars glittered across the sky, and thin drifting clouds stretched like wisps across the blue-black heavens. The night breeze brushed over the petals, shaking loose a wave of sweet fragrance.

Ling Yuxuan lay on the bed and slowly opened his eyes. A fragrant scent drifted over from beside him. Turning his head, he saw that Qian Renxue was actually sprawled by his pillow.

Just as Ling Yuxuan raised a hand to wake Qian Renxue, he discovered that his body had already fully recovered. There was not the slightest discomfort, and his physical strength had even improved slightly.

"Big Sister, Xue'er Sister, wake up."

Ling Yuxuan shook Qian Renxue, but failed to wake her. Left with no choice, he placed Qian Renxue on his bed, tucked her beneath the covers, and headed outside himself.

After leaving the room, Ling Yuxuan looked at the dark night sky and once again made his way toward the Training Field.

Ling Yuxuan stood alone in the Training Field. After an entire night of training yesterday, he wanted to figure out a spear technique that belonged to him.

He gripped the Angel Holy Lance in his hand, spread the Angel Wings behind his back, and floated in the air as Soul Power flowed from his body into the Angel Holy Lance.

The Angel Holy Lance glowed all over. Ling Yuxuan closed his eyes and remained motionless in the air, sensing that ethereal, elusive intent.

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Yuxuan suddenly opened his eyes. The Angel Holy Lance in his hand thrust toward the sky in an unconventional motion.

A massive shockwave erupted from the spear, blasting even Ling Yuxuan himself away.

The Angel Wings behind Ling Yuxuan's back flapped, and he barely managed to steady himself.

That was the feeling just now. Ling Yuxuan looked at the Angel Holy Lance in his hand, preparing to use that spear technique again.

"Holy Lance Pierces the Sky!"

Thrust, lift, cleave, slash—after performing several basic spear techniques, Ling Yuxuan suddenly changed his style. After gathering strength once more, the Angel Holy Lance in his hand viciously stabbed toward the training puppets ahead.

With a boom, every training puppet in front of him shattered.

One had to know that these Intermediate Training Puppets could withstand the full-force attack of a five-ringed soul master without breaking.

In other words, the power of Ling Yuxuan's move, Holy Lance Pierces the Sky, had already reached the level of a six-ringed Spirit Emperor. Anyone below the rank of Spirit Emperor—even a five-ringed Soul King—would either die or suffer severe injuries if they took this strike head-on. Anyone below the rank of Soul King would undoubtedly die from this blow.

At the same time, elsewhere, Qian Renxue slowly woke up on Ling Yuxuan's bed.

Qian Renxue sat up and patted her head. She had only come to see whether Ling Yuxuan had recovered, so how had she fallen asleep?

Then Qian Renxue noticed something was wrong.

"No, this isn't my room. This is Xiao Xuan's room. Where has Xiao Xuan run off to again? Still, Xiao Xuan's bed smells pretty nice."

Qian Renxue patted both cheeks with her hands.

"No, what matters now is where Xiao Xuan has run off to again. The Training Field—yes, the Training Field."

Qian Renxue climbed down from Ling Yuxuan's bed, spread her Angel Wings, and flew toward the Training Field.

Ling Yuxuan was still immersed in the power of that spear technique and did not notice Qian Renxue's arrival.

From the side, Qian Renxue also witnessed Ling Yuxuan use Holy Lance Pierces the Sky.

With Qian Renxue's discerning eye, she naturally recognized that Ling Yuxuan had just used a Self-Created Soul Skill.

Seeing the power of that strike, Qian Renxue's mouth fell open. If she did not use her Second Spirit Skill, Wings of Emptiness, she definitely would not be able to take that attack head-on. Even if she used her Third Spirit Skill to reflect it, the power of that strike had already exceeded the limit she could withstand.

"No wonder Xiao Xuan keeps sneaking off to the Training Field. So he was creating his own soul skill!"

Qian Renxue looked at Ling Yuxuan, drenched in sweat, her eyes full of heartache.

"Xiao Xuan!"

Ling Yuxuan turned toward the source of the voice. Qian Renxue was walking toward him.

"Xue'er Sister, why are you here?"

Qian Renxue said nothing. She strode straight up to Ling Yuxuan, smacked him on the head, and grabbed his ear.

"Why am I here? I'm here to catch my Xiao Xuan, who keeps running around!"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Xue'er Sister, I'm sorry, okay? Let go already!"

Hearing Ling Yuxuan's perfunctory apology, Qian Renxue tightened her grip on his ear.

"Hiss! It hurts, Xue'er Sister!"

Feeling the pain in his ear, Ling Yuxuan kept apologizing to Qian Renxue.

"Who do you listen to at home from now on?"

"You, Xue'er Sister."

"Who has the final say at home from now on?"

"You do, you do. Xue'er Sister has the final say."

"Who is in charge at home from now on?"

"Xue'er Sister is in charge."

"Fine. Last question: what did you do wrong?"

"I shouldn't have run out in the middle of the night and made Xue'er Sister worry again."

Ling Yuxuan's answer was brimming with the desire to survive.

Hearing his answer, Qian Renxue released his ear.

"You know that, do you? If you knew, why did you run around? You even made me worry about you."

"Uh, Xue'er Sister, I just had a sudden inspiration. If I don't train hard, how will I protect you in the future?"

Hearing Ling Yuxuan's words, Qian Renxue's heart warmed, though her face still wore that proud expression.

"Who needs your protection? I'm very strong, okay?"

As they spoke, Ling Yuxuan's stomach let out an uncooperative growl.

Qian Renxue grabbed Ling Yuxuan and pulled him outside.

"Enough. Training ends here for today. Go eat now, and hurry up and rest after you're done!"