My Grandson Is a Soul Ancestor—He Can Kill That Kind of Soul Beast Whenever He Wants

"Someone's always plotting against me..."

Watching the look in Dugu Yan's eyes, clearly up to no good, Chen Lang could not help sighing inwardly.

But it did not matter. A little shrimp like Dugu Yan could be suppressed with a backhand.

"Sword Douluo, my granddaughter is a little mischievous, but she knows her limits."

Seeing Sword Douluo staring at Chen Lang's departing figure, seemingly worried, Poison Douluo offered an explanation.

Sword Douluo raised his wine cup and said bitterly, "To be honest, I'm afraid that little brat of mine doesn't know his limits."

"What?"

Poison Douluo looked puzzled. "Little Chen seems pretty mature to me."

"It's nothing. Drink, drink."

Sword Douluo could not be bothered to explain. He could only pray inwardly that his grandson would show some restraint.

"Kid, you'd better stay close to me from here on out. If you get lost, don't blame me..."

Once she had left her grandfather's line of sight, a mischievous smile curled across Dugu Yan's lips.

"Just don't blame me later," Chen Lang said calmly.

"What? Are you planning to take advantage of there being no one around to molest your big sister?" Dugu Yan found the little boy before her increasingly interesting and could not help teasing him.

"No. I already have someone I like." Chen Lang thought of Xue Bao.

He was saving his first time for her.

As for after that, whatever happened, happened.

"You're so young. Are you sure you even know what liking someone means?" Dugu Yan grew even more curious about Chen Lang, and she also wondered what kind of girl he liked.

"You talk too much."

Chen Lang did not want to talk too much with her—or, more precisely, with a woman who used poison.

Even though he was immune to poison, he still had an instinctive wariness toward it.

"..."

Dugu Yan's mouth twitched. She could not help clenching her fists and waving them at Chen Lang. "Little brat, do you know how punchable you sound?"

"I do."

Chen Lang nodded, looked at Dugu Yan, and mimicked a certain singer's tone. "So what?"

"Ahhh!"

Hearing Chen Lang's infuriating tone, Dugu Yan cried out through gritted teeth and glared fiercely at him. "If you weren't still so young, I'd beat you up!"

"I just love the way you can't stand me but can't do anything about me." Chen Lang shrugged, being a complete menace to the very end.

This way, Dugu Yan probably would not bother him while he cultivated in the future.

"Not necessarily."

Dugu Yan suddenly revealed a wicked smile. She had decided to teach Chen Lang a small lesson.

Before her words had even faded, Dugu Yan abruptly sped up and dashed ahead, leaving behind only one sentence. "Aren't you so amazing? Let's see if you can keep up. If you can't, call me big sister, and I'll slow down."

"Then little sister, you should speed up."

At that moment, Chen Lang's calm voice sounded beside Dugu Yan's ear.

"How is that possible? How can you be so fast?"

Dugu Yan turned her head and stared in shock at Chen Lang, who looked utterly relaxed.

But seeing the mocking look in Chen Lang's eyes, she gritted her teeth and stopped holding back. She began sprinting at full speed, even forgetting her direction in her effort to shake him off.

However, while the two chased each other, a savage beast lurking in the shadowy forest set its sights on them.

"Pant, pant, pant~"

After running for around ten minutes, Dugu Yan finally stopped, gasping for breath. Her face and body were covered in sweat.

"What? You're done already? I usually start at an hour."

A smile appeared at the corner of Chen Lang's lips as he looked at Dugu Yan teasingly, casually tossing out a dirty joke.

"An hour? Stop bragging!"

Dugu Yan had clearly never experienced such things and did not understand Chen Lang's hidden meaning, but she obviously did not believe he could run for that long.

"Watch out."

At that moment, Dugu Yan's expression changed. She immediately revealed her two yellow and one purple Soul Rings, along with her Jade Serpent Martial Soul. Her body began taking on serpentine traits as she charged toward Chen Lang at high speed.

A massive savage beast had appeared behind Chen Lang. It resembled a fierce tiger, over three meters long and roughly one and a half meters tall at the shoulder.

Its enormous body was sleek and agile, its muscles bulging with power. It seemed to contain endless explosive force, ready to launch a swift and vicious attack at any moment.

"A Ghost Tiger?! Judging by its size, it's at least a four-thousand-year Soul Beast, comparable to a Soul Ancestor..."

Chen Lang turned and saw the Soul Beast as well, recognizing its origins at a glance.

The Ghost Tiger's fur was entirely black, dark as ink. A striking white king-shaped marking lay on its forehead, standing out sharply against its black coat, as though symbolizing its status as the king of the forest.

Its eyes gleamed with an eerie green light as it greedily stared at Chen Lang and Dugu Yan, who stood in front of him. Its gaping maw revealed razor-sharp teeth, saliva dripping from its mouth.

It had clearly regarded the two of them as delicious prey.

"What?! A four-thousand-year Soul Beast?"

Upon hearing this, Dugu Yan's pretty face grew increasingly grave. Regret rose within her, and she immediately said to Chen Lang, "I'll try to hold it back later. Little brat, hurry and run. Go find your grandfather or mine for help."

"..."

Seeing the sincerity in Dugu Yan's eyes, Chen Lang's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a warm current flowed through him.

"Little brat, what are you standing around for? Run! Weren't you so good at running just now? If you hesitate any longer, by the time help arrives, they'll only be able to collect my corpse!"

Seeing Chen Lang remain motionless, Dugu Yan urged him anxiously.

Elsewhere.

"Oh no, that's the Ghost Tiger's aura. Those two kids are in trouble..." Poison Douluo, who had been drinking with Sword Douluo, immediately sprang to his feet upon sensing the Ghost Tiger.

Although they had been drinking, one was Poison Douluo's precious granddaughter and the other Sword Douluo's precious grandson. Both of them had actually been keeping watch over Chen Lang and Dugu Yan.

"No need to worry. They'll be fine."

Sword Douluo had sensed that aura long ago, but it was only a four-thousand-year Soul Beast. With his precious grandson's strength, it was the perfect chance for him to play the hero and save the beauty.

Wouldn't that mean he had a future granddaughter-in-law?

"That Soul Beast is comparable to a Soul Ancestor! Its overall strength is even greater than that of an ordinary Soul Ancestor. My granddaughter is only a Soul Elder, and you're saying it's fine?"

Poison Douluo asked suspiciously, "Is that brat really your biological grandson?"

"..."

Sword Douluo's mouth twitched. Though he sometimes had his doubts too, he had raised the boy himself. How could he possibly not be his biological grandson?

Still, to reassure Poison Douluo, Sword Douluo said casually,

"My grandson is a Soul Ancestor. He can kill that kind of Soul Beast whenever he wants."