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

Hiss—!

Gasps rose one after another.

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

Yu Xiaoheng was stunned.

Was this the world of geniuses?

Was this the treatment an heir of a top-tier sect was supposed to receive?

Once, to avoid the fate of having innate Soul Power of only rank 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 entire world had shown him its kindest smile.

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

And there were so many of them?

Yu Yuanzhen's deep, powerful voice rang out beside him.

"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 muscles at the corner of his mouth lifted slightly before finally breaking into a brilliant smile.

High-spirited and successful at a young age—so this was what it felt like!

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 continent's most powerful aristocratic families!

With such talent, he had already reached the pinnacle of this world!

Just then, a gentle voice sounded.

Qian Xunji, the Pope of Spirit Hall.

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

He looked at Yu Xiaoheng with a smile, his gaze gentle.

"However, Spirit Hall can offer everything they have offered as well. How about this, Xiaoheng? Name a condition. As long as it is something I can do, I can satisfy it."

The entire venue erupted in uproar!

A promise from the Pope!

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

"Brother Xiaoheng, congratulations!"

Her childish voice was filled with sincere joy.

Yu Xiaoheng followed the sound with his gaze.

The smile on his face slowly froze.

A clear red handprint marred Bibi Dong's fair, childish cheek, painfully conspicuous.

Yu Xiaoheng fell silent.

The soaring pride that had just ignited in his chest was doused as though by a basin of cold water.

He had originally intended to ask Qian Xunji for some rare herbs treasured by Spirit Hall and scarcely seen outside.

But now...

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

Yu Xiaoheng spoke.

"His Holiness the Pope."

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

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 interacting together was perfectly normal.

The moment those words were spoken, the entire venue fell silent.

Yu Yuanzhen was initially taken aback, then stroked his long beard, approval appearing in his eyes.

Not only was this child of his family extraordinarily talented, but he was also steady of character and shared such a good relationship with the Martial Soul Hall Saintess.

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.

This young man had a promising future.

Only Bibi Dong was completely dumbfounded.

Her Small Head could not quite process it.

Brother Xiaoheng... had used Teacher Pope'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 on her cheek vanished without a trace.

Bibi Dong smiled.

It was not the obedient smile tinged with timidity and eagerness to please that she had worn before.

She raised her Small Face. At last, her bright eyes revealed the uninhibited happiness and excitement a six-year-old girl should have had.

"Teacher," she asked brightly, "is that really okay?"

As she spoke, she turned her Small Head expectantly toward Qian Xunji beside her.

Bibi Dong was stunned.

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

In its place was a gloomy expression.

The smile on Bibi Dong's face stiffened.

"No!"

Everyone present was startled.

Immediately afterward, an overwhelming pressure erupted from Qian Xunji!

That Aura was not directed at anyone in particular, yet it plunged the entire Martial Arts Arena into Deathly Stillness.

His gaze locked firmly onto Yu Xiaoheng.

There was no longer even a trace of appreciation in those eyes, only disgust and... a faint killing intent that was almost impossible to detect.

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

He staggered backward again and again.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The bluestone tiles beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, while the bones in his Legs groaned beneath the unbearable strain.

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

Qian Xunji instantly realized that he had lost his composure.

That towering presence came quickly and vanished just as fast, disappearing in an instant.

A gentle smile returned to his face, as if 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 was too playful before and delayed her cultivation. I was about to take her back to Spirit Hall immediately and discipline her strictly."

After saying that, he turned toward Yu Yuanzhen and apologized.

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

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

Bibi Dong was still standing 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 Small Face, which had only just lit up with joy, instantly turned pale.

The smile on the girl's face vanished completely.

All her happiness and excitement disappeared with that single grip.

She became that cautious Martial Soul Hall Saintess again, 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, yet she still could not help wanting to turn back for one more look at Yu Xiaoheng.

But a large hand suddenly blocked her view and forcibly turned her head back.

"Move!"

Qian Xunji's voice carried a chilling edge.

Bibi Dong's body trembled. She no longer dared make any unnecessary movements and could only let him drag her away at a brisk 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 had publicly lost his composure over such a trivial matter.

The two children merely wanted to play together for a few days. Why had it come to this?

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

Only moments ago, he had been full of confidence, believing himself to be the Young Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a favored child under everyone's gaze, one of the people in this world with the strongest "backing."

But reality had slapped him hard across the face.

Forget using that "backing" to accomplish anything significant.

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

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