Qian Xunji's Killing Intent; Without Strength, Everything Is Empty Talk

Hiss—!

Sharp intakes of breath rose one after another.

If Ning Zhenyuan's herbs were merely immensely valuable, then this Soul Tool was a strategic resource that money alone could not buy!

Yu Xiaoheng froze.

Was this the world of geniuses?

Was this the treatment a top sect's heir was supposed to receive?

Once, to escape the fate of having innate Soul Power of only 0.5, he had been forced to earn money desperately and rely on medicine to aid his cultivation.

But now, he had merely displayed his talent, and the whole world was showing him its kindest smile.

The herbs he had once yearned for had fallen into his hands so easily...

And there were so many of them?

Yu Yuanzhen's deep, powerful voice rang beside his ear.

"Take them, Heng'er."

"Don't worry. Whatever the clan can give you, there will only be more, never less!"

Yu Xiaoheng took a deep breath and suppressed the countless thoughts in his heart.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled upward before finally breaking into a brilliant smile.

A high-spirited youth finding success early—nothing more than that!

Only at this moment did he truly realize who he was.

The young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects!

A descendant of one of the greatest noble houses on this continent!

With talent like this, he was already standing at the pinnacle of the world!

Just then, a gentle voice sounded.

It was Qian Xunji, the Pope of Spirit Hall.

"Sect Master Yu, Sect Master Ning, and Sect Master Tang have all offered generous gifts. Naturally, Spirit Hall cannot be stingy."

He looked at Yu Xiaoheng with a gentle gaze and a smile.

"However, Spirit Hall can offer everything they have offered as well. How about this, Xiao Heng? Make a request. So long as it is within my power, I can grant it."

The entire venue erupted in uproar!

A promise from the Pope!

Among the crowd, Bibi Dong's large eyes shone with excited, pure light as she waved her little fist vigorously.

"Brother Xiaoheng, congratulations!"

Her childish voice was filled with sincere joy.

Yu Xiaoheng followed the sound and looked over.

The smile on his face slowly froze.

On Bibi Dong's fair, tender cheek was a distinct red handprint, glaringly obvious.

Yu Xiaoheng fell silent.

The soaring pride that had just flared up in his chest was as though a basin of cold water had been poured over it.

He had originally wanted to ask Qian Xunji for rare herbs from Spirit Hall's collection, things scarcely seen in the outside world.

But now...

He looked at the slap mark on Bibi Dong's face, then at the gently smiling man beside her.

Yu Xiaoheng spoke.

"Your Holiness."

"I hope to invite Bibi Dong to visit the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

He paused, then added,

"Sister Bibi Dong has unique insights into cultivation. I would like to exchange ideas with her more often."

He did not think this request was excessive.

Two six-year-old children playing and talking together was perfectly normal.

The moment he said this, the entire venue fell silent.

Yu Yuanzhen was initially stunned. Then he stroked his long beard, a pleased smile appearing in his eyes.

This child of his was not only extraordinarily gifted, but also steady of temperament, and he had such a good relationship with Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden.

This was a good thing!

The closer the relationship between the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Spirit Hall, the more secure the clan's future would be.

Ning Zhenyuan and Tang Wei exchanged a glance and secretly nodded as well.

Faced with the temptation of the Pope's promise, he had chosen to uphold his friendship instead.

This boy had a promising future.

Only Bibi Dong was completely stunned.

Her little mind could barely process it.

Brother Xiaoheng... had used the Pope's teacher's incredibly precious promise... on her?

A warm current surged from the depths of her heart, instantly washing away all her grievance and unease.

Even the burning pain in her cheek vanished without a trace.

Bibi Dong smiled.

It was not the obedient smile she usually wore, one tinged with timidity and a desire to please.

She raised her little face. At last, her bright eyes revealed the unrestrained happiness and excitement a six-year-old girl should have.

"Teacher," she asked brightly, "is it really all right?"

As she spoke, she turned her little head toward Qian Xunji beside her, full of anticipation.

Bibi Dong froze.

The gentle smile on his face had vanished without a trace.

In its place was a gloomy expression.

Bibi Dong's smile stiffened.

"No!"

Everyone present was startled.

Immediately afterward, an overwhelming pressure exploded from Qian Xunji's body!

That aura was not directed at anyone, yet it plunged the entire Martial Arts Arena into dead silence.

His eyes locked firmly onto Yu Xiaoheng.

There was no longer a trace of appreciation in that gaze—only disgust and... a faint, almost imperceptible killing intent.

Yu Xiaoheng felt as though an invisible mountain had crashed down upon him. His blood churned, and his breathing stopped.

He staggered backward again and again.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The bluestone slabs beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, while the bones in his legs groaned under unbearable strain.

Had Yu Yuanzhen not stepped forward and formed a protective barrier before him with his powerful Soul Power, he would likely have been forced to his knees on the spot!

Qian Xunji instantly realized that he had lost his composure.

That overwhelming aura came quickly and vanished just as fast, disappearing in an instant.

The gentle smile returned to his face, as though everything that had just happened had merely been an illusion.

"I was somewhat out of line."

He gave Yu Yuanzhen a slight nod and explained,

"It is only because Bibi Dong has been too playful lately and delayed her cultivation. I was about to take her back to Spirit Hall immediately for strict discipline."

After saying that, he turned to Yu Yuanzhen apologetically.

"Sect Master Yu, my apologies. I shall take my leave first."

Before his words had even faded, he had already turned away.

Bibi Dong still stood there in a daze, wanting to struggle a little.

"Teacher..."

But Qian Xunji had already seized her wrist. His grip was so strong that her little face, which had only just begun to glow with happiness, instantly turned pale.

The smile vanished completely from the girl's face.

All her happiness and excitement dissipated with that single grip.

She returned to being the cautious Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall, not daring to show the slightest defiance.

She did not dare cry out in pain, nor did she dare say another word.

Qian Xunji dragged her forward as she stumbled along, but she still could not help wanting to turn back for one more look at Yu Xiaoheng.

Yet a large palm suddenly blocked her vision, forcibly turning her head back.

"Move!"

Qian Xunji's voice carried a chilling edge.

Bibi Dong trembled and no longer dared make any unnecessary movements. She could only let him drag her away at a swift pace.

For a time, the atmosphere in the Martial Arts Arena became strange.

Everyone looked at one another.

No one could understand why the Pope of Spirit Hall would lose his composure so publicly over such a trivial matter.

The two children merely wanted to spend a few days playing together. Why did it warrant such a reaction?

Yu Xiaoheng stood there in even greater disbelief, his chest still faintly aching.

Only moments ago, he had been full of spirit, believing himself to be the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a favored child of heaven admired by all, one of the tiny handful of people in this world with the strongest "backing."

But reality had slapped him hard across the face.

Forget using that "backing" to accomplish anything great.

He could not even fulfill the insignificant wish of letting Bibi Dong be happy for a few more days.

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