Golden Generation

Mu Qian followed the sound of the argument with his eyes, then froze in surprise once more.

The one speaking was a hulking young man who looked about fourteen or fifteen. He wore a fiery red robe, and fierce flame patterns crawled across his face. A thick aura of bloodlust furrowed his brow.

Standing beside him was a young man of a similar age, dressed in a splendid silver-gray outfit. His short hair was dyed a flashy mix of pink and silver. Compared with the first young man, he looked much more handsome and refined, though his eyes held an indifferent look, as if none of this concerned him.

But Mu Qian's attention was fixed on the person behind them.

She was a stunningly beautiful girl who looked about thirteen or fourteen.

Her pinkish-orange hair, long enough to reach her shoulders, was decorated with dark pink ornaments. Her revealing outfit showed off her figure to the fullest, while a sheer shawl of gold and silver barely covered her chest.

Her jade-like feet were wrapped in sparkling crystal heels. Beneath her short skirt, her slender, smooth legs swayed gently, reflecting the room's lights. A tantalizing glimpse of what lay further up made anyone's imagination run wild.

Her face seemed delicate and alluring, with a hint of laziness beneath the bewitching charm.

Most captivating of all were her eyes, brimming with endless allure. Just standing there, she seemed able to steal a person's soul with the slightest flutter of her lashes.

She seemed approachable to everyone, yet somehow lofty and untouchable, as though no one could ever reach the hem of her clothes.

"It's her..." Mu Qian's heart jolted, and he stared at her in a daze.

Beside him, Zhu Zhuqing's face darkened. Secretly, she reached out a soft hand toward his ribs.

"Ugh..."

Mu Qian grunted, forcing himself to endure the pinch. Awkwardly, he scratched his head.

"Zhuqing, I was wrong. Could you go a little easier on me...?" Mu Qian pleaded quietly.

He couldn't help wondering if every woman knew this trick.

He could understand it being universal, but he'd even been reincarnated into another world!

"Hmph!" Zhu Zhuqing snorted, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to use any real force.

Still, when she looked at the girl, she couldn't help snorting again. "Foxy..."

She was sure she didn't lose to the other girl in looks, and even though she was a few years younger, she had the advantage when it came to her figure, too.

She couldn't understand why Mu Qian was looking at someone else instead of her. That girl had nearly stolen his soul!

The more Zhu Zhuqing thought about it, the angrier she got. She turned her head away.

Mu Qian gave an awkward laugh, feeling terribly wronged.

It wasn't as if he couldn't walk straight whenever he saw a beauty. How could she have stolen his soul?

He had only recognized who she was.

That girl really was a fox, just like Zhuqing said... Mu Qian thought, shaking his head.

The appearance of the three before him brought several familiar names to mind.

They were known as the Martial Soul Hall Golden Generation...

"Who are you calling that, you damned bitch?!"

Although Zhu Zhuqing had kept her voice very low, the other girl had still heard her.

A flicker of cruelty crossed the red-robed young man's eyes. He dropped the argument, his expression instantly consumed by rage.

In his heart, no one was allowed to speak ill of his goddess!

Even if that person was a girl whose looks rivaled his goddess's.

The young man fixed his gaze on Zhu Zhuqing and started toward her.

But in the very next instant, the anger in his eyes faded away completely, leaving only utter shock.

Why... can't I move?

The young man instinctively tried to speak, but when the words reached his lips, he realized his body was no longer under his control. Even something as simple as opening his mouth was beyond him.

A bone-chilling cold swept through him without warning.

He saw a pair of icy eyes...

How could anyone be so cold? Just meeting that gaze seemed enough to freeze his soul.

Mu Qian stared coldly at the three before him, ready to deal with whatever they might do.

"No wonder Spirit Hall has such a bad reputation among the continent's upper circles. People like you are probably the reason. If you keep this up, you'll soon ruin the good name you've built among the common folk, too."

Mu Qian mocked them coldly. He didn't care who was right or wrong. He was going to stand firmly by Zhu Zhuqing's side.

They were one. When one prospered, they all prospered; when one suffered, they all suffered.

"Kid, don't you think you've gone too far?"

Xie Yue grew wary, eyeing Mu Qian with suspicion.

He had already noticed something strange about Yan. Unlike the other young man, who rushed into things without thinking, Xie Yue quickly forced himself to calm down.

Attacking recklessly before learning how strong your opponent was—that was something only an idiot would do.

"What, want to follow in his footsteps?" Mu Qian said indifferently. "I can make that happen."

"What?!"

Before Xie Yue could react, Mu Qian's words still echoed faintly through the room, and he realized his own body was no longer under his control.

"Brother!" Hu Liena could no longer stay calm.

Yan was one thing. She had long since grown sick of that clingy fly.

But her brother was the person she cared about most.

Yet before she could say anything more, her body suddenly fell out of her control, too.

She had just lunged forward in her haste. As her body went limp, she crashed onto the wooden floor with a thud, and a sliver of the view beneath her skirt was exposed.

Zhu Zhuqing stared at the scene in a daze. "This..."

"I was the one who offended them, Mu Qian... Was this really necessary?"

Though she said that, a warm glow had already risen in her heart.

It was only a small matter, yet Mu Qian had stood up for her like this... even though she really had been the one in the wrong at first.

"It's fine. They can threaten me all they like, but no one gets to threaten you." The clouds cleared from Mu Qian's face, and he flashed a bright smile.

This so-called Martial Soul Hall Golden Generation was nothing special. The strongest of them, Xie Yue, was only at level thirty-eight. The three of them together weren't enough to make Mu Qian break a sweat.

A single Third Soul Skill, Oblivion River, used without even bringing its full power to bear, had taken care of them all.

Even a few years from now, when all three had reached the Spirit King level, they still wouldn't amount to much in his eyes.

If he wanted, he could control their lives and deaths at any time, shatter their souls, and turn them into walking corpses.

But there was no need. That would make Spirit Hall his enemy for good.

Besides, he wasn't the sort to act without considering right and wrong. He simply wanted to teach them a lesson.

After all, barring any surprises, Mu Qian and Zhu Zhuqing would most likely join Spirit Hall Academy. They'd be seeing each other all the time, so it was best to establish a little authority now and keep them from coming after him later.

As for that short-tempered one... the moment the word "bitch" left his mouth, Mu Qian had already sentenced him to death.

Everyone had something they would never tolerate. He wouldn't let anyone slander or insult Zhu Zhuqing—not even with a single word!

But this clearly wasn't the time to kill anyone. Now that he was in Spirit City, he'd have plenty of chances in the future.

Mu Qian would make sure he learned what despair felt like...