Sisters and Martial Soul Awakening

While the two elders in the hall were busy comforting Qian Ningshuang over her sigh, Qian Renxue had already arrived outside the main gate of the Douluo Hall.

She tidied her appearance and channeled her soul power to flush her cheeks a bit, then walked into the Douluo Hall, panting heavily. Yes, panting—it was just climbing a mountain, and she was a soul king, after all. If it weren't for the fact that a young girl covered in sweat was unsightly, she would have even considered drenching herself in sweat before entering.

Occasional little schemes are beneficial for maintaining relationships; that's what my little sister said!

"Little Shuang, it's been two years. Did you miss your big sister?"

Her voice arrived before she did.

The Douluo Hall was quite large, and Qian Ningshuang heard Qian Renxue's voice from far away. Even though they hadn't met in two years and she hadn't heard her voice, Qian Ningshuang immediately ran toward the source of the sound upon hearing it.

Before she had taken more than a few steps, another girl with brilliant golden hair but azure blue eyes was already standing before her.

Qian Ningshuang was filled with joy, wondering what action would be appropriate—should she pounce on her and cry, or act flustered and at a loss?

But when she saw Qian Renxue leaning on her knees, panting for breath, she instantly turned her head away.

Tian'e and Qian Daoliu, standing to the side, also looked at Qian Renxue with speechless expressions. She was a titled douluo, after all; they had seen her little performance outside the Douluo Hall gate clearly.

"My dear sister, in your last letter, you told me you were about to break through to soul emperor. So, may I ask which soul master on the verge of becoming a soul emperor gets this tired from climbing a mountain? Even those support soul masters from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wouldn't be like this!"

Hearing this familiar mockery, Qian Renxue stopped pretending. She instantly straightened her back, her breathing returning to normal. She walked up to Qian Ningshuang, bent down, and pinched her cheeks.

"Wasn't it you, Little Shuang, who said that little schemes are good for maintaining relationships? What's wrong with your sister pretending a little? You could have just come over and hugged me, and been moved by how tired I was just to see you. It's been two years, and you really don't love me anymore, Little Shuang. Though, I am happy that the once dorky Little Shuang has become so bright and clever."

"Stwop it, my face, you're messing up my hair, I'm angry! Hey, sister, what are you doing? Don't rub against me, Grandpa and Second Grandpa are still watching, aren't you ashamed!"

No sooner had Qian Ningshuang swatted away the devilish claws pinching her cheeks than she was scooped up by Qian Renxue, who began rubbing her face against hers.

Upon hearing her sister's protest, Qian Renxue did stop rubbing, but she took a deep sniff of her sister's golden hair, looking for all the world like a pervert obsessed with cats.

"Ah, satisfied. Little sister energy replenished."

She sighed with contentment as she set Qian Ningshuang down. Looking at the defiant yet joyful and attached expression on her sister's face, Qian Renxue thought to herself that this must be what her sister called tsundere.

However, you thought your sister was pretending to be tired, but you forgot that you also said that intentionally leaving small flaws for the other person to expose is one of the best ways to deepen a bond.

In this round, your sister is playing on a whole other level!

"Grandpa, Second Grandpa, long time no see."

Composing herself, Qian Renxue took Qian Ningshuang's small hand and greeted the two elders. Although she had many things she wanted to tell her grandfather upon returning to Martial Soul Hall, this was clearly not the right time.

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Renxue, who was now nearly as tall as him, and the petite, adorable Qian Ningshuang, and smiled with relief.

"Since you've arrived, Xue'er, you should be the one to help Shuang'er awaken her martial soul."

"Mm, alright. Little Shuang, stand over here."

"Sister, are you sure? Doesn't martial soul awakening require those black stones? Don't you need to set up some kind of array? Will there be a problem if we just start? And won't this be too informal? There's no sense of ceremony at all!"

Qian Ningshuang looked at Qian Renxue in horror. It was one thing if the blind god of death Su Yuntao wasn't here to help her awaken—after all, it was quite a distance from Nuoding City to Martial Soul City, and it wasn't realistic to have him come over.

She could accept a Limit Douluo or a Super Douluo helping her, but this dorky sister? Wouldn't something actually go wrong!

"Did you read all those books from the library for nothing? Martial soul awakening is just a process of soul power entering the body to guide and stimulate it. Only soul masters who lack strength or are unskilled in soul power control need obsidian and arrays to assist. As for me, I'm at least a level 59 soul king, and I have the Angel martial soul; what could possibly go wrong with me helping you? Besides, isn't awakening under the statue of the Angel God Ancestor formal enough? You have too many questions. Come, hold out your right hand!"

Qian Renxue tapped Qian Ningshuang's little head. While it was highly likely her sister was just being mischievous, what if she really hadn't remembered those things from her reading?

"Oh. Your memory is so good, sister, I was just testing you."

Qian Ningshuang pouted in disdain, but she still obediently held out her right hand to Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue couldn't be bothered to argue with her sister's disdain; she grabbed Qian Ningshuang's wrist and activated her martial soul. As the Angel martial soul rose behind her, Qian Renxue's aura became holy and gentle.

Watching the sacred angel behind Qian Renxue, Qian Ningshuang's eyes were filled with envy.

Although she often complained that Douluo was the "floor tile" of fantasy, she couldn't help but marvel every time she saw the unique, extraordinary power of a martial soul. She just wondered if her own cheat would be powerful enough.

There were only a few things related to Durandal that could become a martial soul: the Key of Creation Abyss Flower, the Holy Sword Durandal, and various lances. She didn't know which one would become her martial soul.

"Alright, don't get distracted. Focus your mind and calm your breath; I'm starting."

Following Qian Renxue's soft command, Qian Ningshuang stopped her wild thoughts.

Immediately, Qian Ningshuang felt her entire body filled with a warm energy, and she felt herself relax completely. Then, under the guidance of that warm energy, it felt as if something inside her body had shattered, and all the warmth rushed toward her palm in an instant.

The two elders in the Douluo Hall stared blankly at the martial soul hovering above Qian Ningshuang's palm. It was a knight's lance with a white body and a black hilt, featuring strange patterns on the outside, a purple interior, and a black tip.

Following the appearance of the martial soul was a vast and pure life energy. Within this energy, the hidden injuries that Qian Daoliu and Tian'e had sustained from battles in their youth seemed to be slowly healing.

It wasn't "seeming"—it was actually healing!

The two elders cast shocked glances at each other. Their expectations for Qian Ningshuang were already high enough; they believed she would at least have a top-tier martial soul, and perhaps even a god-level one.

But they hadn't expected it to be this high. When Qian Renxue, who possessed a god-level martial soul, awakened, it hadn't affected the people around her!

Qian Renxue, meanwhile, looked at her sister's martial soul with joy. She hadn't held such high expectations for Qian Ningshuang; as long as she could cultivate, she, with her innate level 20 god-level martial soul, would be enough to protect her sister for a lifetime.

But after feeling that life energy, she understood that the strength of Qian Ningshuang's martial soul far exceeded her own. Now, only joy remained in her heart—it was better for her sister to have top-tier talent than not!

Qian Ningshuang looked at the three people who were shocked and delighted, grasped the lance hovering above her palm, and let out a sigh of relief.

Although she knew she had the Durandal character template, she had actually been nervous. After all, Douluo was a fantasy "floor tile" where even a truck could kill a God King. Getting an Atagina or a Hler would have been a stroke of luck, but she hadn't expected it to be Abyss Flower. She was satisfied!

Moreover, she had just felt it—there was something else inside her body.