The Person That Is Hu Liena

"Slutty fox, who are you talking about?"

Hearing Tian Yao say this, Qian Ningshuang lowered her hands from her head and asked curiously.

"Almost forgot, Xiao Shuang, you only know how to run back and forth between the library and the cultivation field all day. Even when you go out to play, you just wander around the city of Martial Soul City; you haven't been to Wuhun Academy yet. The slutty fox is named Hu Liena, her Martial Soul is a Demon Fox, and she's one grade below me."

Hearing this name, Qian Ningshuang felt a twinge of annoyance in her heart. Had she been indulging in Qian Renxue's embrace for too long these past two days that she hadn't even reacted to such an obvious matter?

A fox, and a fox in Martial Soul City at that—who else could it be but Hu Liena? One of the three beauties of Martial Soul Hall, and one of the characters that many transmigrator predecessors felt compelled to conquer the moment they arrived at Martial Soul Hall.

However, she herself had no designs on this fox, for two reasons. First, she belonged to the Worship Hall faction within Martial Soul Hall, so there was no need to go out of her way to fawn over her. Second, and most importantly, she wasn't in her strike zone.

Still, looking at Tian Yao, she seemed to hold quite a grudge against Hu Liena. Although the Worship Hall and the Pope Hall were at odds, surely it shouldn't be like that between the younger generation? Thinking of this, Qian Ningshuang asked, "Judging by your tone, Sister Yao, you seem to really hate this Hu Liena? With your straightforward personality, that shouldn't be the case, right?"

"It's not 'seem,' I really do hate her! And does my being straightforward have any necessary connection to me hating her?"

"Don't worry about the details! What kind of heaven-defying, earth-shattering thing did she do to make you this angry just by mentioning her? Anyway, I'm bored, hurry up and tell me." Qian Ningshuang ignored the glare Tian Yao shot her and continued to play the part of the curious baby.

Beside them, Qian Renxue was also watching Tian Yao with curiosity. Based on the descriptions of Tian Yao in Qian Ningshuang's letters, this girl, while not as carefree and optimistic as her sister, was usually someone who didn't sweat the small stuff. It was rare to see her get this worked up.

"It was actually fine when she first enrolled. Because of the talent she and her brother possessed, I had a pretty good impression of her. I even invited her and her brother to join our little circle. After all, geniuses can only improve by being with other geniuses; we don't have much to talk about with those who don't have high Innate Soul Power. As a result, the two siblings refused without a second thought. Do I not have any face?"

Upon hearing the term "little circle," Qian Ningshuang understood immediately; she was considered a member of that circle herself.

Rather than calling it a circle of geniuses, it was more of a circle for the second and third generations. It was filled with people who were either the grandchildren of the Elders or the children and nephews of the high-level officials in the Worship Hall faction; she knew almost all of them.

The people inside were almost all descendants of Title Douluo, and even the one with the worst talent had an Innate Soul Power of no less than level eight.

As for those who didn't have such a good background but had enough talent, there were only one or two in this circle. After all, the Douluo world was ultimately a world that relied on bloodlines.

So, one couldn't blame Hu Liena for not giving Tian Yao face. Once a disciple of the Pope entered this circle of Worship Hall juniors, how could she continue to mix in the Pope Hall? Sure enough, Tian Yao's next words confirmed this.

"Later, when Hu Liena was taken as a disciple by the Pope, we realized that the two siblings had long since latched onto the Pope Hall's thigh. But originally, she could be her Pope's disciple, and we could play our own games; at worst, we just wouldn't interact. But she relied on the title of the Pope's disciple to act arrogant and bossy toward everyone, as if her nostrils were pointed at the sky all day long. I couldn't take it, so during a school sparring match, I beat both her and her brother until they were bedridden for half a month. That's how the grudge was formed."

Were Hu Liena and Xie Yue really that weak? Tian Yao was very strong, with Innate Full Soul Power and the super Martial Soul, the Golden Crocodile King. But they were the famous Golden Generation of Martial Soul Hall from the original story; it was understandable to lose to Tian Yao, but to be beaten until they were bedridden for half a month? That seemed a bit much, didn't it?

Thinking of this, Qian Ningshuang asked, "Is this Hu Liena and her brother really that poor in combat power? To be beaten by you until they were bedridden for half a month—how did you even take a liking to them in the first place? The Pope Hall couldn't have been blind to that extent, right?"

"How should I put it? If these two hadn't run into me, they wouldn't have lost so miserably. Hu Liena is a rare Spirit Control System Soul Master, and her brother Xie Yue is an Agility Attack System Soul Master. And you know my Martial Soul, Xiao Shuang. Unless the opponent's Martial Soul is also a super Martial Soul like mine or their Soul Power Level is much higher than mine, ordinary control and agility types can't do anything to me. It just so happens that their Martial Souls are at best top-tier, and their Soul Power Level is lower than mine, so they have no choice but to get beaten when they meet me. Therefore, aside from me, it's hard to say who would win if others in the academy fought them. Most importantly, these two siblings possess a Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Once that's used in a team match, if my teammates aren't reliable, I'm bound to lose."

"It seems the Pope's eye for talent isn't bad. What happened after that to make you so angry, Xiao Yue?" Qian Renxue commented with interest.

"After they recovered, that Xie Yue had some self-awareness and would take a detour whenever he saw me. But this slutty fox is like she's sick; every ten days or half a month, she would challenge me. Every time we finished fighting, she'd go back covered in injuries, and once she recovered, she'd go crazy and challenge me again. Originally, that was fine; I'd just treat it as finding some entertainment when I was bored. But the problem lies in that slutty fox's face—she's quite the femme fatale. Every time she walked around the academy covered in injuries after our fight, those boys would howl and crowd around her. When they found out it was me who beat her, they didn't dare say anything at the time. But as time went on, except for a few acquaintances like Nimo, everyone in the academy looked at me like I was some kind of enemy, which annoyed me to death. But I couldn't not fight; if I didn't, people would think I was afraid of her."

"The most infuriating thing is that Yan, a younger brother I originally thought quite highly of, suddenly came over for no reason to apologize to me, and after that, he spent all day hovering around that slutty fox, busy with this and that, like a dog. It wouldn't matter if he wanted to be a dog, but he was originally part of our circle. For him to run off and be a dog for that slutty fox—what would others think of our circle!"

"Pfft, maybe this Yan was moved by her spirit of 'losing again and again, but fighting again and again' without giving up." Looking at the fuming Tian Yao, Qian Ningshuang burst into laughter. So that was how Yan, one of the three famous 'simps' of the Douluo world, became a simp.

"A spirit of not giving up? You're going to kill me with laughter; I just think she's brain-damaged. With such an obvious gap in Martial Souls and levels, instead of working hard to raise her Soul Power to bridge the gap, she just hard-headedly looks for a beating? I've never heard of getting beaten up speeding up one's Soul Power cultivation."

"Understood. But what does your grudge with this fox have to do with Xiao Shuang enrolling? Could it be that there's one more person to beat her up?" Qian Renxue stroked Qian Ningshuang's little head and asked with a smile.