Where Did My Huge Huo Gua Go?

This wasn't the first time this had happened.

Ever since Old Butler had asked him to deliver meals to the Huo Mother and Daughter, vicious servants often came out to stir up trouble.

It was obvious that the Duchess was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

A trace of anger flickered between Qian Chaoguang's brows as he spoke coldly.

"Get out of my way. This is already the third time this week. If you two keep pestering me, don't blame me for getting rough."

Though he looked like nothing more than a six-year-old little boy, beneath that childish exterior was the soul of a young man in his twenties.

What was more, in his previous life, he had been a hot-blooded martial artist who had always despised evil people.

Having grown up alone, he was no pushover. He had learned martial arts precisely so others could not bully him.

If he had not been afraid of causing trouble for Old Butler, he truly wanted to deal with the problem once and for all.

Old Butler had been the final steward of the White Tiger Duke.

Ever since he retired due to illness more than a decade ago, the Duchess had seized sole control over all authority within the mansion.

Therefore, Qian Chaoguang did not wish to bring trouble upon himself and Old Butler over some insignificant people.

"Give you a chance? Did I hear that right?"

The gaunt servant on the right let out a harsh, cackling laugh.

"You little brat, I'd like to see how you plan to get rough with us! Don't even think about running away this time!"

As he spoke, he bent down and reached for the meal box in Qian Chaoguang's hands.

The fat man on the left crossed his arms, his face full of mockery as he shouted, "I've disliked this kid for a long time. He's as slippery as a loach. This time, we have to teach him a lesson!"

Facing the vicious servants, who towered over him, and the hand reaching toward him, Qian Chaoguang remained perfectly calm.

He merely shifted slightly to the side, his right hand shooting out like lightning to seize the man's middle finger before sharply bending it downward.

"Ahh!"

A pig-slaughtering scream rang out alongside the faint crack of finger bones.

At the same time, the gaunt servant involuntarily dropped to his knees from the pain.

"Let go! Let go!"

He endured the pain and struggled desperately to wrench himself free from Qian Chaoguang's grip.

Seeing his companion suffer, the tall, fat man on the left immediately changed expression. He swung his huge hands and bent down to grab him.

"Hmph!"

Qian Chaoguang let out a cold snort. With an Iron Bridge posture, he perfectly evaded the other man's fist and swiftly set the meal box steadily on the ground.

At the same time, he braced his left hand against the meal box handle and forcefully pressed down on the gaunt servant's finger with his right hand. Both arms and his left leg exerted strength together, and his entire body sprang backward into an inverted position like a spring at an unbelievable angle.

Twisting his body, his right foot struck precisely beside an acupoint beneath the man's ribs.

The Zhangmen Acupoint, one of the thirty-six fatal acupoints of the human body.

A blow there could injure the liver and spleen, rupture the diaphragm, obstruct the blood, and damage one's vital energy.

Qian Chaoguang did not want to give others something to talk about, so he held back.

He had neither struck solidly nor hit the exact point, delivering only seventy percent of his strength to the side.

Had he struck with full force, the man might not have died, but he would have been bedridden for quite some time.

"Hiss!"

The intense pain was too much even for a strong adult man like the fat servant. Clutching the ribs on the left side of his abdomen, he collapsed in agony.

He could not even scream now, only continuously sucked in cold breaths.

The moment Qian Chaoguang released his right hand, the gaunt servant on the right fell to the ground with a thud. He had actually fainted from the pain.

Crack.

Qian Chaoguang bent down, pressed on the displaced finger bone, and forcibly shoved it back into place. Then he picked up the meal box and left with an easy stride.

He had controlled the injuries he inflicted with extreme precision, never giving the Duchess an opportunity to make trouble out of it.

From the outside, at most there would be a bruise on the fat man and some stiffness in the thin man's middle finger. Nothing else could be seen.

Although Old Butler had been retired for many years, he had, after all, watched the White Tiger Duke, Dai Hao, grow up.

The Duchess still had to give him that much face. She would not tear relations apart over such a minor matter.

Besides, Old Butler himself was a Soul Saint.

Anyone who wanted to touch him had to first consider whether they had the strength to do so.

Without the vicious servants bothering him, Qian Chaoguang easily arrived at the woodshed behind the Duke's Mansion.

"Brother Zhaoguang, you're here!"

The dilapidated wooden door flew open, revealing a delicate-looking little girl.

Her pitch-black eyes in particular seemed to sparkle with starlight.

"Mm, I brought you food. Has Aunt Huo returned?"

"She's back, she's back! Mom's inside!"

Seeing him arrive, the little girl was overjoyed. Excitedly taking his hand, she led him into the room.

The woodshed was pitch-black, with none of the various lamps used to illuminate the other rooms.

Huo Yun'er leaned against the window, mending clothes by the fading glow of the sunset.

The spring chill still lingered, yet she was dressed only in thin clothing.

Qian Chaoguang had long grown accustomed to it.

For the past three years, it had been like this almost every day.

However, judging by the additional frostbite on her hands, the Duchess's oppression of her seemed to be growing increasingly severe.

Without paying attention to such things, Qian Chaoguang took a candle from his robes and lit it, illuminating the small room.

"Mom, Mom, Brother Zhaoguang is here!"

Only upon hearing her daughter's call did the absorbed Huo Yun'er realize someone had arrived. She hurriedly stood up.

"X-Xiao Guang is here..."

"Hello, Auntie. Come eat. Grandpa made some good dishes today. They're good for your health."

Qian Chaoguang nodded lightly in greeting and arranged the food on a battered wooden table.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

The little girl skipped over to the table, took a deep breath, and wore an utterly blissful expression.

"Eat while it's hot, or it'll get cold later."

Qian Chaoguang patted the little girl's head and lifted another identical meal box from beside the bed.

Inside were cleaned utensils.

"Aunt Huo, tomorrow is Martial Soul Awakening. Don't forget to take Xiao Tong there."

"I remember. Thank you, Xiao Guang."

"Then I won't disturb you any longer."

Inside the woodshed, the little girl waited eagerly for her mother to give the order to eat.

Huo Yun'er watched that departing figure with a complicated look in her eyes.

"You... really are mature beyond your years..."

"Mom, I'm so hungry. Can we eat now?"

"Hurry and eat. Don't let Xiao Guang and Old Zhu's thoughtfulness go to waste."

After returning to his room, Qian Chaoguang assumed a strange posture and prepared to continue tempering his body.

Yet unlike usual, he could not calm his heart no matter what he did.

Qian Chaoguang frowned.

Forcing himself to practice could easily lead to problems. He did not want to suffer qi deviation.

Since he could not enter the right state of mind, he simply turned off the Soul Guiding Lamp, lay down on his bed, and closed his eyes to rest.

Perhaps...

Was it because Martial Soul Awakening was drawing near?

Qian Chaoguang did not care what his Martial Soul would be, nor how high his Innate Soul Power was.

But he cared greatly about the little girl who had greeted him today.

She had a very lovely name.

Huo Yutong.

Author's Note

Please keep reading, brothers! Only with enough follow-up readers can this get recommended. Douluo fanfiction needs even more follow-up readers than books in other genres to get recommended. Please, please, don't stockpile chapters before it goes premium, or the book could easily die!