Too Bad I Studied the Humanities! (Please Keep Reading)

Given Ya Qing a little more time, she might well have become a Titled Douluo one day.

But Ya Qing simply could not find any place where she could settle down for long.

The reason was that Qian Daojun had secretly ordered every faction not to take Ya Qing in, or they would be opposing him.

As a result, no one dared shelter her at all.

"Later, my mother and I encountered an Evil Spirit Master. My mother died protecting me, and I was lucky enough to be saved."

Ya Wen turned her head away, unwilling to meet Qian Daoliu's gaze.

"Why didn't your mother come to me?"

"Did you all really think I would stand by and do nothing while you were bullied?"

Qian Daoliu could not help asking. Guilt flashed through his golden eyes, and his voice was filled with grief.

"At the time, you were consumed by the pain of your wife disappearing again. Would you have had any concern left for my mother and me?"

Ya Wen said indifferently.

At first, Ya Qing had been unwilling to ask Qian Daoliu for help.

Because she knew that Qian Daoliu might not believe that Qian Daojun would bully his own cousin.

Of course, she also had her own pride and was unwilling to bow her head to anyone, even if it was Qian Daoliu, who was like a father to her.

Qian Daoliu's wife, Lin Jing, was of unknown origin. By chance, she and Qian Daoliu fell in love. After giving birth to Qian Xunji, she mysteriously disappeared for many years. Then, after suddenly reappearing and meeting Qian Daoliu once, she strangely vanished again.

Because of this, Qian Daoliu was overcome with grief. For those years, he rarely left his home and paid no attention to anything happening outside.

It was not until Qian Renxue was born that Qian Daoliu saw a glimmer of hope and pulled himself together.

"Then you could have gone to Xunji. He is your cousin too; he wouldn't have stood by and watched you die," Qian Daoliu sighed.

"Do you really think your son, Qian Xunji, would have helped my mother and me?" Ya Wen sneered.

Qian Xunji was arrogant by nature and placed immense importance on profit. He was only good to people who could benefit him.

Ghostly Douluo had received his rewards and guidance because he possessed sufficient value. But Ya Qing and Ya Wen did not have that value; helping them would instead provoke Qian Daojun's dissatisfaction.

Of course, Qian Xunji would not have been afraid. As the Pope of Spirit Hall, he naturally had no reason to fear him, but there was also no need to offend his own uncle.

Qian Daoliu choked up, unable to say anything.

After a long while, Qian Daoliu finally spoke, self-reproach in his eyes. "Ya Wen, it was our Qian Family that wronged you and your mother. This old man truly did not know Qian Daojun would behave this way. Otherwise, I would never have stood by and ignored it."

So Sister Ya Wen had it that bad... No wonder she said she was already someone who had died once.

This Qian Daojun is truly a piece of trash. He is nowhere near as good as Grandpa. Does he even deserve to be the Qian Family's patriarch?

Shen Nuonuo felt that this man's character was on par with Secret Chamber Douluo's.

After hearing Ya Wen's story, Qingluan Douluo and Azure Luan Douluo felt even more sympathy for her.

"Ya Wen, I will give you an explanation for this matter."

Suppressing his fury toward Qian Daojun, Qian Daoliu made his promise.

"Mm." Ya Wen nodded lightly.

She did not know Qian Daoliu well and had only met him two or three times as a child. But her mother had told her that if she survived, she should go to Spirit Hall and find him.

Her mother, Ya Qing, trusted this Great Enshrined greatly, but she did not trust the current Pope.

She could only place her faith in his character. Otherwise, even if she spent her entire life trying, she would never be able to take revenge on Qian Daojun.

"What are your plans from here on?"

Qian Daoliu did not know whether she was willing to remain at Spirit Hall.

After all, it was his negligence that had allowed Qian Daojun to dare act this way.

"Big Brother, Miss Ya Wen came here to find Nuonuo!" Qingluan Douluo looked innocent.

He and Azure Luan Douluo had not had the chance to explain that Ya Wen had been summoned by Shen Nuonuo. This truly could not be blamed on them; the moment they entered, Qian Daoliu had told them Ya Wen's identity, and they had not gotten a word in.

"Huh? Ya Wen, you know Nuonuo?" Qian Daoliu was completely baffled.

The two of them seemed to have absolutely nothing to do with each other.

Standing behind Ya Wen, Shen Nuonuo lightly tugged at her clothes.

"I came here to help Nuonuo. Great Enshrined, please do not misunderstand," Ya Wen said, catching on.

Ah, good thing Azure Luan and Qingluan didn't ask how Ya Wen suddenly appeared in the Worship Hall. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have been able to explain it.

I can't exactly say that I summoned Ya Wen to help Spirit Hall, can I?

Qian Daoliu cast a faint glance at Azure Luan and Qingluan. Third Elder and Fifth Elder had not mentioned this to him just now either.

Azure Luan Douluo pressed his palms together and pretended not to see.

Qingluan Douluo was even more extreme—he simply refused to look at Qian Daoliu.

"Then I'll have someone arrange a place for you to stay." Qian Daoliu did not wish to investigate further either.

As long as Shen Nuonuo did not harm Spirit Hall or Qian Renxue, he would support her no matter what she did.

"Grandpa, can you arrange for Sister Ya Wen to stay at the Worship Hall?"

Shen Nuonuo remembered that the Worship Hall had vacant rooms, but by the rules, outsiders were not allowed to live there casually.

"Alright, as you wish!" Qian Daoliu readily agreed. To him, rules could be broken, so long as the person was worthy.

"By the way, Grandpa, Sister Ya Wen and I want to establish a Soul Tool Research Institute. Is that alright?"

Shen Nuonuo wanted to get it over with quickly. She had to say it sooner or later anyway.

"Great Enshrined, it would be specifically for researching Soul Tools," Ya Wen added, following Shen Nuonuo's lead.

"Azure Luan, go make the arrangements." Qian Daoliu did not hesitate. Though he did not quite understand, he directly gave the order to his designated worker—Qingluan Douluo.

"Yes, Big Brother, I'll arrange it right away!"

Qingluan Douluo immediately agreed and shot out the door at lightning speed.

Of course, another reason was to avoid the awkwardness.

Qingluan Douluo stared dumbfoundedly at Big Blue Bird's baffling move.

In the blink of an eye, he was gone!

Seeing things go so smoothly, Shen Nuonuo was a little stunned. Had Grandpa accepted it a little too quickly?

All the arguments she had prepared were useless now.

"Hey, Nuonuo, Miss Ya Wen, is this research institute meant to study things like those Iceboxes?"

Qingluan Douluo was like a curious child.

Shen Nuonuo did not know much about such things. "Let Sister Ya Wen explain."

Shen Nuonuo had always firmly believed that science and technology were the primary productive forces.

But unfortunately, she had studied the humanities in university!

She had been the type to fail math on the college entrance exam.

"The methods of crafting Soul Tools have already been lost on Douluo Continent. They can practically be described as cultural relics now, and the Soul Tools you know of are probably limited to storage-type Soul Tools."

"The Soul Tool Research Institute we establish will not be limited to that. We can research all kinds of Soul Tools, such as offensive types, defensive types, and more."

Ya Wen explained seriously.

The Soul Tools still circulating on Douluo Continent were all from the era of ancient ruins, carved from Spirit Jade by certain craftsmen.

After being rescued, she had been studying Soul Tools in a special space. Of course, although she was only a mere Level Seven Spirit Tool Master, it was enough.