The Golden Generation

Mu Qian followed the sound of the argument and looked over, his gaze stunned once more.

The one speaking was a youth with an exaggerated build, looking about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in a fiery red robe, his face covered in ferocious flame patterns, with dense baleful aura condensed between his brows.

Beside him stood a youth of similar age, clad in ornate silver-gray tight-fitting clothes, his short hair dyed in flashy pink-silver tones, his temperament far more handsome in comparison, a pair of eyes holding cold indifference toward the matter.

Yet Mu Qian's focus was on the person behind them.

It was a girl with stunningly beautiful features, appearing thirteen or fourteen years old.

Her three thousand strands of pink-orange hair were styled into short locks just reaching her shoulders, adorned with dark pink hair accessories, her revealing outfit accentuating her figure to the fullest, a thin shawl of gold and silver barely covering the secrets at her chest.

The girl's jade feet were wrapped in a pair of crystalline high heels, and beneath her short skirt, her slender, flawless legs swayed lightly, reflecting the room's light in shimmering hues, that upward stretch faintly visible, stirring endless fantasies.

Her face seemed delicately charming and seductive, with a hint of laziness amid the allure.

Most captivating were those eyes swirling with endless charm; just standing there, with a flutter of her lashes, they seemed capable of stealing a person's soul.

This girl seemed approachable to everyone, yet also loftily untouchable, forever beyond reach of her hem.

"It's her..." Mu Qian's heart jolted, leaving him staring in a daze.

Zhu Zhuqing's face soured beside him, and she sneakily reached out with her soft jade hand toward his side.

"Puhmm..."

Mu Qian grunted, enduring the twisting pain in his body, and awkwardly scratched his head.

"Zhu Zhuqing, I was wrong... could you go easy next time?" Mu Qian pleaded softly.

He couldn't help questioning life—did all women know this move?

Never mind borders; he'd even transmigrated!

"Hmph!" Zhu Zhuqing huffed lightly, ultimately unwilling to strike hard.

But when her gaze turned to the girl, she couldn't help sneering: "Vixen..."

She was confident that in looks, she wouldn't lose to the other at all, and even in figure, despite giving the other a few years' head start, she still held the advantage.

She truly couldn't understand why Mu Qian ignored her to stare at someone else, his soul nearly hooked away!

The angrier Zhu Zhuqing got thinking about it, the more she turned her head aside.

Mu Qian chuckled dryly, feeling deeply wronged inside.

He wasn't the type to freeze at the sight of a beauty, so how could she hook his soul?

He'd simply recognized her identity.

She was right on the money—this girl really is a vixen... Mu Qian thought, shaking his head.

The images of these three sparked several familiar names in his mind.

Those three were known as the Martial Soul Hall Golden Generation...

"Who are you calling names, you damn bitch!"

Though Zhu Zhuqing's voice was kept very low, it was still overheard.

A trace of cruelty flashed in the red-robed youth's eyes, instantly replacing the argument with rage.

In his heart, no one could badmouth his goddess!

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

The youth locked his gaze on Zhu Zhuqing, about to charge over.

But in just an instant, the fury in his eyes fully receded, leaving only thick shock.

Why... can't I move?

The youth instinctively tried to speak, but as the words reached his lips, he found his body out of control, as if even opening his mouth—something effortlessly simple before—was no longer his to command.

A terror-inducing chill silently surged into his heart in that moment.

He saw a pair of icy eyes...

What kind of cold was that? Just meeting her gaze seemed enough to freeze the soul.

Mu Qian coldly eyed the three ahead, ready at any moment to counter their aggression.

"Martial Soul Hall's notorious reputation in the continent's high circles is probably ruined by trash like you lot; keep it up, and you'll burn through the goodwill even among commoners in no time."

Mu Qian mocked coldly; he didn't care who was right or wrong—he'd stand firmly with Zhu Zhuqing no matter what.

They were a unit: shared glory in success, shared loss in defeat.

"Kid, aren't you going too far?"

Xie Yue grumbled inwardly, warily eyeing Mu Qian.

He'd already noticed Yan's abnormality; unlike the hothead's blind charge, he quickly forced himself to calm down.

Acting rashly without gauging the enemy's strength was the mark of a fool.

"What, you want to follow in his footsteps too?" Mu Qian said indifferently. "I can oblige."

"What?!"

Xie Yue had not even had time to react, and while Mu Qian's echo still faintly resonated within the room, he discovered that his own body had also become uncontrollable.

"Brother!" Hu Liena, standing to the side, could no longer remain calm.

It was one thing with Yan earlier; she had long since grown weary of that clingy fly.

But her brother was the person she cared about most in her heart.

However, before she could continue saying anything, her body instantly lost all control.

Because she had made a forward-lunging motion in her anxiety, her body lost control and she crashed onto the wooden floor with a thud, a glimpse of the beauty beneath her skirt accidentally revealed.

Zhu Zhuqing stared blankly at this scene: "This..."

"It really was my fault, Mu Qian... isn't this... a bit too much?"

Although she said this with her lips, a warm sun had already risen within her heart.

It was only a small matter, yet Mu Qian defended her like this... even if, in the beginning, she was indeed the one in the wrong.

"It's nothing. Threatening me is fine, but no one is allowed to threaten you." The clouds and mist on Mu Qian's face dissipated, revealing a bright, hearty smile.

This so-called Golden Generation of Martial Soul Hall had a highest cultivation level of only Xie Yue's level thirty-eight at this moment; the three of them combined were not even enough for Mu Qian to warm up.

A single third soul skill, Oblivion River, used without even exerting his full strength, had resolved them all.

Even if the three of them were to reach the Soul King level in a few years, they would still be nothing in his eyes.

As long as he wished, he could control their lives and deaths at any moment, shattering their souls and turning them into walking corpses.

But there was no need; doing so would completely turn him into an enemy of Martial Soul Hall.

Moreover, he was not the type of person to act without rhyme or reason; he simply wanted to teach them a lesson.

After all, if nothing went wrong, Mu Qian and Zhu Zhuqing would most likely be entering Martial Soul Hall Academy. They would be seeing each other constantly, so a small display of authority would save him from having them bother him in the future.

As for that hot-headed guy... the moment the words "cheap slut" left his mouth, Mu Qian had already sentenced him to death.

Everyone has their own reverse scale, and he would not allow anyone to slander or insult Zhu Zhuqing, not even by a single word!

However, now was clearly not the time to kill. Since they had come to Martial Soul City, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

Mu Qian would make sure he truly experienced what despair felt like...