I Have No Interest in Women

Qian Xunji said earnestly, "Dong'er, Yu Xiaogang is nothing but trash. He cannot even recognize a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul with an attribute mutation. What ability does he have? What talent does he possess?"

Bibi Dong let Qian Xunji's earnest words go in one ear and out the other. Immersed in her own world, she was overjoyed. That woman, that woman, that woman is Xiao Gang's cousin. He cannot be with Xiao Gang, cannot be with Xiao Gang. I still have a chance, I still have a chance!

Suppressing the joy in her heart, Bibi Dong said calmly, "I will seriously consider your words, Teacher."

Hearing this, Qian Xunji finally let out a sigh of relief. "Good. This is the Eight-Petaled Immortal Orchid. Take it and refine it. Strive to reach the realm of a Title Douluo as soon as possible. There should be news of that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast before long."

"Understood, Teacher."

Bibi Dong took the Eight-Petaled Immortal Orchid, left the Elder Hall, and returned to her residence. After confirming that there was no one around, her previously calm eyes filled with killing intent once more. "Qian Xunji, for the sake of stopping Xiao Gang from being with that woman Liu Erlong, I'll reduce my thousandfold revenge against you to merely a hundredfold."

After saying that, Bibi Dong swallowed the Eight-Petaled Immortal Orchid in two or three bites and began refining it. She had to raise her strength as quickly as possible in order to take revenge on Qian Xunji.

More than three years passed in a flash. Qian Renhan was now over nine years old. Not long ago, Spirit Hall scouts discovered traces of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Qian Xunji took the two Guardian Douluo by his side, along with a large force from the Papal Palace, to capture it.

On Sword Peak, Qian Renhan wore a black robe. He stood tall and straight, his skin milky white, his pale long hair hanging loosely behind him without much grooming. His face was so beautiful that he resembled a woman, making it impossible to distinguish his gender. Only his clothing revealed that he was male.

At this moment, five Spirit Rings—purple, purple, purple, black, black—circled beneath Qian Renhan's feet. He held a completely black longsword about one meter in length, its blade rippling with intensely dark Soul Power.

This sword was Qian Renhan's Fifth Soul Skill, the Dark Holy Sword, a weapon-type soul skill. Its Soul Ring Age was as high as fifty thousand years. If a Soul King of the same rank as him was even grazed by this sword, at least twenty percent of the Soul Power within their body would be devoured. It could also change size freely according to the Soul Power he infused into it. It could be said to be an exceptionally powerful soul skill.

Qian Renhan stood on the open ground with his sword in hand, facing a tree that would take an adult to wrap their arms around. He did not swing his sword. Instead, nearly imperceptible strands of black Soul Power shot from his palm, and branches as thick as an adult's waist fell one after another.

Then Qian Renhan raised his hand. Black Soul Power surged across his palm as his two fingers became a sword, moving over the trunk as though he were writing. Each movement left behind a deep mark in the bark, black Soul Power still flowing through those marks.

As the marks on the trunk increased at a visible rate, the once thriving tree began to wither just as quickly. Its lush green leaves turned yellow and dry before the eye. This was precisely the effect of Extreme Darkness Soul Power.

Extreme Darkness could not only devour Soul Power, but also vitality. As the martial soul of the ancestor of Evil Soul Masters, it was only natural for the Fallen Angel's Soul Power to devour vitality.

"Good, Xiaohan. Your Sword Dao has entered the second stage: no sword in hand, yet the sword remains in the heart. Even barehanded, you can kill with Sword Qi from a hundred paces away." A voice sounded from nearby. Golden light flowed from that person's hand, and the tree that had nearly withered to death regained its vitality and sprouted tender buds.

Qian Renhan glanced at the golden-haired middle-aged man in surprise and said flatly, "Old Man, why did you leave the Angel God Statue to come here?"

Qian Daoliu did not answer. He tossed over a wooden sword and said, "Let the sword do the talking."

Qian Renhan caught the wooden sword. "Come."

The two slowly stepped forward until they were less than one and a half meters apart. At this distance, a sword held in one's hand could strike any part of the other's body.

Then both their gazes sharpened. As though they had agreed beforehand, they attacked at the same time. In the span of a single second, their arms swung more than ten times, and the sound of wooden swords colliding rang out continuously.

"Old Man, tell me. What do you want with me?"

Qian Renhan asked while swinging his sword to block Qian Daoliu's attacks. This was a training method he had specially developed to train himself to multitask—to be able to divide his attention while fighting others without weakening his combat strength. At the same time, whenever Qian Daoliu suddenly felt like sparring, it reduced the time the two of them had to spend together.

Qian Daoliu said, "Xunji has already set out to capture that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."

"My eyes still work. You did not come here over something that trivial, did you?" Qian Renhan's sword techniques did not falter in the slightest. He even found opportunities to launch attacks against Qian Daoliu.

"It is time for you to find a marriage match."

The moment those words left his mouth, Qian Renhan stopped swinging his sword. He was so shocked that even the sword in his hand fell to the ground. Raising a brow, he said, "What did you just say? I did not hear that clearly."

Qian Daoliu continued, "I investigated. The male disciples of noble families generally lose their virginity around this age. Your cultivation is far higher than theirs, and you have developed better than they have as well."

The people of Douluo matured far too early. Commoners married and had children at twelve, while Soul Masters, with Soul Power acting as a growth catalyst, developed even earlier. Playing with women at nine—Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun would ask, Are you talking about us?

With Qian Daoliu's personality, how could he possibly let Qian Renhan go outside and fool around with women? Naturally, he wanted Qian Renhan to get engaged early, then spend time with his future partner and cultivate their feelings so that Qian Renhan would not be so withdrawn.

As Qian Renhan and Qian Renxue's cultivation rose, the Angels' mutual rejection would grow increasingly severe. Combined with their increasing age, Qian Renxue would no longer cling to Qian Renhan every day. Qian Daoliu also had to train Qian Renxue, so it was perfectly normal for the siblings not to see each other for a week at a time.

For a week at a time, he was basically alone on a mountain. He was still only nine years old. Qian Daoliu truly worried that something might change in Qian Renhan's temperament.

What was the most terrifying thing in the world? It was not having no money, nor was it being unable to break through in cultivation. It was boundless loneliness with no end in sight.

"There is no need, Old Man. I have no interest in beauty." Qian Renhan bent down to pick up the wooden sword and said indifferently, "Women are merely burdens that hinder my cultivation. Rather than finding me a fiancée, you would be better off finding me an opponent capable of competing with me. But I doubt such a person exists on this continent."