50. No Martial Virtue!

A newborn calf feared no tiger.

That was Snake Woman's first thought.

Although some old monsters were skilled at preserving their youth and habitually appeared as teenagers or young adults, the prerequisite for preserving one's youth was—

one's cultivation had to reach a certain level.

And while the boy before her did resemble those old monsters somewhat, judging by the Soul Power fluctuations he had unleashed, he was still far weaker than her, a Soul Emperor.

With a cold sneer, two yellow, three purple, and one black—six soul rings slowly emerged from Snake Woman's body.

"In the Soul Master World, this old woman may be nothing much, but I am more than capable of dealing with a thing like you that is not even a thing!"

The youth raised an eyebrow and asked with interest, "You intend to fight me?"

Snake Woman waved her Serpent Cane, which stood over three meters tall, and smiled at the young man before her.

"This is not a fight. You are not qualified to challenge this old woman. I am merely disciplining you on behalf of your master!"

Before she had even finished speaking.

The Serpent Cane whipped up a violent gust as it hurtled straight toward the youth's face.

The youth remained where he was, utterly unmoved. Instead, he calmly flicked a finger and said with a smile:

"Stop playing word games."

"I have no interest in chatting with you, either."

"Without your Martial Soul Avatar, you are not even qualified to stand before me."

As those words fell, the space around them seemed to freeze in an instant.

The fierce gust dispersed. Snake Woman's Serpent Cane, along with Snake Woman herself, was directly suppressed in midair, unable to advance even an inch or retreat in the slightest.

Snake Woman's pupils contracted slightly.

"You've figured it out?"

A hint of mockery colored the youth's bright laughter before his tone abruptly changed. "I allowed you to figure it out!"

A sensation of weightlessness struck her. Before Snake Woman could even erupt with Soul Power, she was slammed directly to her knees, facing the youth without the slightest deviation.

Snake Woman's face shifted between green and white.

Meng Yi Ran in the distance finally reacted. Her expression changed drastically as she drew several sharp flying knives and gripped them in her hands.

"Yi Ran! Stop!"

Seeing her granddaughter's reckless move, Snake Woman immediately came to her senses and shouted sharply.

Even a Soul Emperor like her had been forced to kneel. What waves could a Quasi-Soul Grandmaster possibly stir up?

What if she angered the old monster before them and dragged her granddaughter down with her?

Did Meng Yi Ran really think those little flying knives could harm an expert at the level of a Soul Saint or even higher?

Meng Yi Ran froze for a moment, but in the end, she heeded Snake Woman's rebuke and slowly put away the flying knives in her hands.

Looking at the youth wearing a faintly amused smile, Snake Woman's mouth was full of bitterness.

If she had known this would happen, why had she acted that way in the first place?

If only she had added the word "please" back then, she would not have ended up in such a miserable state.

Glancing at the two small pits smashed beneath Snake Woman's knees, Lu Yuan nodded in satisfaction, then sighed in feigned frustration:

"Why does no one ever believe me when I tell the truth?"

"I told you that you were not qualified to stand before me, and you are not qualified to stand before me."

"But you insisted on testing it."

The youth helplessly spread his hands, displaying his innocence.

Then, as though suddenly enlightened, he slapped his palm and pointed at Snake Woman's nose, saying excitedly:

"So that's it!"

"I should have realized it long ago!"

"Knowledge from books is always shallow; to truly understand, one must put it into practice. This is your precious spirit of practice!"

Snake Woman's eye twitched.

Was this bastard insane?!

Practice my ass!

I simply didn't know you were an old monster who had preserved his youth, alright?!

"Since you possess such a precious spirit of practice, I have to help you fulfill it."

"After all, I am someone who enjoys helping others achieve their wishes."

The youth had no idea what "shame" was. After taking pride in his own kindness for a moment, he decided to carry his "helping others achieve their wishes" to the end.

"So, in order to fulfill your spirit of practice, I have decided—"

"to let you continue kneeling here until dawn tomorrow."

The youth snapped his fingers smugly, seemingly proud of his own idea.

Snake Woman's lips moved slightly. Lu Yuan happened to see it and hastily waved his hand.

"No need to thank me! No need to thank me! I simply enjoy the feeling of helping others! You really don't have to be grateful!"

Feeling the pressure suddenly more than double, Snake Woman's eye twitched, and the furious curses that had reached her lips were forcibly swallowed back down.

Of course, more importantly—

the pressure was too great, leaving her unable to speak.

As everyone knew, when the microphone went dead, no matter how much one had prepared to say, it could only be swallowed back down.

Therefore, when certain friends sang terribly and got completely carried away, pulling the power plug without a word was the simplest and most effective solution; although doing so might damage the friendship.

Meng Yi Ran was filled with indignation, as though she wanted to say something.

But Snake Woman stopped her with a harsh glare.

Meng Yi Ran did not understand, but Snake Woman understood very well.

When facing a stronger opponent, one simply had to accept defeat.

Especially since this was the Star Dou Great Forest, where Soul Beasts were varied and countless. It was truly the perfect place to dispose of bodies without leaving a trace.

Rather than hoping Dragon Lord would find clues and follow the trail to avenge them, it would be better to hope that Dragon Lord arrived in time to rescue them now.

"Oh, my~"

"Isn't this Snake Woman?"

The sudden voice was brimming with undisguised schadenfreude.

Hearing that somewhat familiar tone, Snake Woman Chao Tianxiang could not help but freeze.

That tone—

seemed to have been deliberately pinched out—

Snake Woman's expression darkened considerably. She had clearly recalled who that annoyingly affected tone belonged to.

"It's only been a little over a day since we last met. How have you become so—"

Dressed in a scarlet elder's robe studded with large gemstones, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan made an orchid-finger gesture in the air. Seemingly unable to think of an appropriate adjective, he could only add perfunctorily, "How have you become so elegant?"

Elegant?

If she could have beaten him, Snake Woman swore she would have beaten this sissy to death!

Mockery was one thing.

After all, this sissy was a Titled Douluo. It was perfectly normal for him to mock a Soul Emperor.

Besides, an unpleasant misunderstanding had occurred a day and a half ago. Though that misunderstanding had been resolved, it did not mean it had never happened.

But mockery was mockery. Could he not at least pick a better word?

Was "elegant" really appropriate here?

So kneeling was called "elegant," while standing was "inelegant"?

Lu Yuan, however, nodded approvingly and added after Yue Guan:

"Indeed. An elegant and noble spirit of practice."

Honestly, if gazes could harm people, Lu Yuan would have long since been sliced into a thousand pieces by the stares of Meng Yi Ran and Snake Woman Chao Tianxiang.

During that brief exchange, Gui Mei had already arrived with the Elite Squad.

More than twenty Soul Saints, along with two Titled Douluo.

The more Snake Woman Chao Tianxiang looked, the more alarmed she became.

If someone said this lineup had come to hunt a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, she would believe it!

Xie Yue's gaze swept across the scene.

A youth, Snake Woman and her granddaughter, as well as a Man Faced Demon Spider whose head had been smashed into mush.

Hm?

A Man Faced Demon Spider?

Xie Yue seemed to suddenly recall the horrific scene from earlier.

It was not that he found it cruel.

He simply found it disgusting.

He preferred elegant killing, rather than acting like some low-class painter, mixing countless dyes together and splashing them messily across a canvas.

That had no artistic quality, and it would also ruin his sense of elegance.

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