Hu Liena

"Who's this slutty fox?"

Hearing Tian Yao say that, Qian Ningshuang lowered the hands covering her head and asked curiously.

"I almost forgot. Xiaoshuang, you spend all day running back and forth between the Library and the Cultivation Field. Even when you occasionally go out to have fun, you only wander around the city district of Spirit City. You've never been to Wuhun Academy. That slutty fox is called Hu Liena. Her Martial Soul is the Demon Fox, and she's one grade below me."

At the mention of that name, Qian Ningshuang inwardly berated herself. Had she been so addicted to Qian Renxue's embrace these past two days that she had failed to realize something so obvious?

A fox, and a fox in Spirit City—who else could it have been but Hu Liena? One of the Three Beauties of Martial Soul Hall, and one of the characters countless transmigrator predecessors had considered a must-conquer after arriving at Spirit Hall.

Still, she had no particular interest in this fox, for two reasons. First, within Spirit Hall, she belonged to the Worship Hall faction, so there was no need for her to go out of her way to suck up to her. Second, Hu Liena simply was not her type. That was the most important reason.

But judging by Tian Yao's expression, she held quite a grudge against Hu Liena. Although the Worship Hall and Pope Hall were at odds, surely the younger generation did not need to be like this? Thinking that, Qian Ningshuang asked, "From your tone, Sister Yao, it seems you really hate this Hu Liena? With your easygoing personality, that shouldn't be the case."

"It doesn't just seem that way. I really do hate her! And what necessary connection is there between my being easygoing and hating her?"

"Don't fuss over the details. What did she do that was so outrageous that just mentioning her makes you this angry, Sister Yao? We're bored anyway, so hurry up and tell us." Ignoring Tian Yao's glare, Qian Ningshuang continued playing the role of a curious baby.

Qian Renxue, sitting beside them, also looked at Tian Yao with curiosity. Based on how Qian Ningshuang had described Tian Yao in her letters, although this girl was not as carefree and optimistic as her younger sister, she was still someone who did not sweat the small stuff. It was rare to see someone anger her this much.

"It was fine when we first started school. Because of her and her brother's talent, I had a pretty good impression of them. I even invited them to join our little circle. After all, only geniuses can make progress by being with other geniuses; we have nothing in common with those whose Innate Soul Power is too low. But those two siblings refused without a second word. Don't I have any pride?"

The moment she heard the phrase "little circle," Qian Ningshuang understood. She herself could be considered a member of that circle.

Rather than a circle of geniuses, it was more accurately a circle of second- and third-generation elites. Its members were all descendants of influential families—either grandsons of High Priests or nephews and sons of high-ranking members of Spirit Hall's Worship Hall faction. Nearly all of them were people she knew.

Almost everyone in it was a descendant of a Title Douluo. Even the least talented among them had Innate Soul Power of no less than level eight.

As for those who did not come from particularly distinguished backgrounds but possessed sufficient talent, there were only one or two of them in the circle. Douluo was, in the end, a world where bloodlines mattered.

No wonder Hu Liena had not given Tian Yao any face. How could a disciple of the Pope continue getting along in Pope Hall after joining this circle of Worship Hall juniors? Sure enough, Tian Yao's next words confirmed it.

"Later, when Hu Liena was accepted as the Pope's disciple, we found out that those siblings had already latched onto Pope Hall. Originally, she could be the Pope's disciple while we did our own thing. At worst, we simply wouldn't interact. But she relied on her status as the Pope's disciple and strutted around all day with her nose in the air, ordering everyone about. I couldn't stand it, so during a match at the academy, I beat both siblings so badly they were bedridden for half a month. That was how the grudge began."

Were Hu Liena and Xie Yue really that weak? Tian Yao was indeed powerful, with Innate Full Soul Power and the super Martial Soul, Golden Crocodile King. But they were still the famed Golden Generation of Spirit Hall in the original story. It was understandable that they lost to Tian Yao, but being beaten badly enough to stay in bed for half a month seemed excessive, didn't it?

Thinking that, Qian Ningshuang asked, "Were this Hu Liena and her brother really so weak in a fight? You beat them so badly they were bedridden for half a month. What did you even see in those siblings back then, Sister Yao? Pope Hall couldn't possibly have been blind to that extent, could it?"

"How should I put it? If those siblings hadn't run into me, they wouldn't have lost so miserably. Hu Liena is a rare Spirit Control System Spirit Master, while her brother Xie Yue is an Agility Attack System Spirit Master. As for my Martial Soul, Xiaoshuang, you know all about it. Unless my opponent has a super Martial Soul similar to mine or a Soul Power Level far higher than mine, ordinary Control System and Agility Attack System Spirit Masters can't do anything to me. It just so happens that those siblings' Martial Souls can only be considered top-tier Martial Souls, and their Soul Power Levels are lower than mine. Against me, they have no choice but to take a beating. So aside from me, it's hard to say who would win if anyone else at the academy fought them. Most importantly, those siblings possess a Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Once they use it in a team match, if my teammates aren't reliable, I'll definitely lose on my own."

"Looks like that person in Pope Hall has a good eye after all. What happened afterward that made you so angry, Xiao Yue?" Qian Renxue commented with interest.

"After recovering from his injuries, that Xie Yue at least had some self-awareness. Whenever he saw me, he took a detour. But this slutty fox seemed sick in the head. Every ten days or half a month, she would challenge me again. Each time, she went back covered in injuries, then after healing up, she would come challenge me again like she'd lost her mind. At first, it wasn't a big deal. If she wanted to fight, then we fought. I just treated it as a way to pass the time. But the problem was that slutty fox's face. She was stunning enough to bring down nations, and every time after a fight, she'd stroll around the academy covered in injuries. All those boys would howl and rush to crowd around her. Once they learned I was the one who beat her, they didn't dare say anything at first. But over time, aside from Nimo and a few acquaintances, everyone in the academy started looking at me like I was some mortal enemy. It annoyed me to death. But I couldn't refuse to fight either, or everyone would think I was scared of her."

"The most infuriating part was Yan, one of the juniors I had thought highly of. He suddenly came over and apologized to me for no reason, then started hovering around that slutty fox all day, waiting on her hand and foot like a dog. I don't care if he wants to be a dog, but he originally belonged to our circle. Now he's gone to be that slutty fox's dog. What will people think of our circle?"

"Pfft, maybe this Yan was moved by her spirit of refusing to admit defeat despite losing again and again." Seeing Tian Yao fuming, Qian Ningshuang burst out laughing. So this was how Yan, one of Douluo's famous three simp dogs, had become a simp.

"A spirit of refusing to admit defeat? That's hilarious. I just think she's brain-dead. The gap in Martial Souls and levels is so obvious, yet instead of working hard to raise her Soul Power and close that gap, she heals up and comes back for another beating? I've never heard that getting beaten up could speed up Soul Power cultivation."

"I understand. But what does your feud with this fox have to do with Xiaoshuang enrolling in school, Xiao Yue? Don't tell me there'll be one more person beating her up?" Qian Renxue stroked Qian Ningshuang's little head and asked with a smile.