Title Douluo

On Douluo Continent, soul masters are considered adults at twelve. Even though Mu Qian is nearly 1.8 meters tall now, that really doesn't count for much in this world.

Some soul masters who possess power or defense-type martial souls have builds that are simply exaggerated!

Take the Strength Clan, for example; if they build their houses too small, they'll end up bumping their heads.

Ever since the incident outside the hotel, the atmosphere in Martial Soul City has suddenly become tense.

It's unclear how Martial Soul Hall handled that matter, but patrolling soldiers clad in golden armor can be seen everywhere on the streets.

Mu Qian has pondered it repeatedly for a long time, but with so few clues, he has absolutely no leads.

Perhaps to uncover the truth, he will have to make a trip to Guja City; that is the place most likely to hold answers.

However, this isn't something Mu Qian can consider right now. He'll leave the headache to those in charge, and once he possesses sufficient strength, he will go to Guja City again.

"A-Mu..." Zhu Zhuqing's affectionate voice came from behind him.

Mu Qian gently stroked her head. "Don't you want to sleep a bit longer? It's still early."

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head and gripped Mu Qian's warm palm. "No, the final assessment starts today. Let's head over early so we don't be late."

"Then let's get up and have breakfast. Even though we bought plenty of supplies these past few days, once we enter Death Canyon, we might not be able to eat such a comfortable breakfast anymore."

Mu Qian chuckled and placed the breakfast delivered by the hotel on the bedside table.

Looking at the lovely girl beside him, Mu Qian felt a warmth in his heart. It was a sense of home; this feeling of no longer being alone was very grounding and cozy, causing him to subconsciously relax his mind.

Lacking warmth in his previous life, he was full of longing for a family.

Living two lives, ever since his parents met with misfortune, he had only ever felt this same sensation with Snow Maiden, aside from Zhuqing.

After eating breakfast, the two checked out of the hotel and followed the path they had taken before to the square outside Martial Soul Hall Academy.

The golden morning light dispelled the last traces of darkness before dawn, dressing the majestic school gate in a layer of brilliant, magnificent attire.

The sun slanted slightly, and the air was still filled with a faint chill. Thin mist surged and danced in the air, as if welcoming the arrival of new faces.

By the time Mu Qian and the two of them arrived, there were already many boys and girls waiting in the square, yet their appearance still caused quite a stir.

It was mainly due to their looks; both Mu Qian and Zhu Zhuqing were one-in-a-ten-thousand existences.

The center of girls' discussions is never without boys.

Some girls saw Mu Qian's face, which looked as if it had been kissed by the gods, and their heartbeats accelerated involuntarily. Their eyes shimmered with starlight, and they were completely enveloped in a pink atmosphere.

"He's so handsome. Is he also a freshman this year?"

"My heart is beating so fast. It's over, it's over, I think I'm falling for him."

"He is exactly what the prince charming in my heart should look like. Sisters, don't fight me for him!"

"You? You'd better hurry back and look in a mirror. Don't you see the girl next to him? Isn't she hundreds of times better than you?"

"Hmph, she just has a better figure than me. Whatever, I'm the most beautiful!"

There is never a shortage of infatuated people in this world.

Mu Qian shook his head and glanced awkwardly at Zhu Zhuqing beside him. Seeing that her expression was normal, he let out a long sigh of relief.

In fact, Zhu Zhuqing was already used to it.

Over the past year, they had been to many cities, and almost every place they went to had the same scene.

There was no helping it; who told her big boy to have a face that attracted trouble?

Fortunately, she kept her fingers tightly interlaced with Mu Qian's, so no blind infatuated person came up to strike up a conversation.

As for the boys, they were naturally discussing Zhu Zhuqing's appearance and figure.

However, perhaps because they were all newcomers and hadn't figured out the background of others, no one did anything excessive.

Mu Qian sighed to himself. It seems that in the real world, although there are infatuated girls, those who are truly brainless are in the minority after all.

Most people still maintain their reason when facing strangers they don't understand.

Of course, except for sycophants like Yan.

It was also thanks to their reason that they were able to escape a disaster.

Mu Qian doesn't care about rules, nor does he care about the occasion.

As long as it involves Zhu Zhuqing, he wouldn't mind letting the other party experience what bone-chilling cold feels like.

Mu Qian looked around, didn't find anyone who interested him, so he stopped paying attention and started chatting with Zhu Zhuqing.

Time passed quickly in the tense and expectant atmosphere of the newcomers.

When the sky was completely bright, the academy gates slowly opened, and a group of gorgeously dressed figures stepped out.

Most of the crowd consisted of older teachers, followed by many senior students.

The person in the lead was an old man wearing purple-black armor. Although his long hair was already gray, his face remained young, showing no traces of time.

At the same time, his exposed skin was dotted with many black ghost patterns, which looked inexplicably terrifying.

Most importantly, the majestic aura he exuded—without even releasing his soul power—was naturally intimidating, causing the newcomers in the square to subconsciously lower their heads.

Behind him, the stunning young girl first searched the crowd for something, and upon spotting Mu Qian, she playfully winked at him, causing Mu Qian's eyelids to twitch incessantly.

Unable to do anything about her, he could only helplessly shift his gaze, focusing his attention on the old man leading the group.

This aura, could it be... a Title Douluo?

Looking at the man's appearance, Mu Qian had some inkling of his identity.

If he wasn't mistaken, it should be that "Old Ghost," right?

"This is just a freshman assessment for Martial Soul Hall Academy; is there really a need to dispatch a Title Douluo?" Mu Qian couldn't help but feel suspicious of Martial Soul Hall's intentions.

If it were Ghost Douluo, since he answered directly to that person in the Pope Palace, he would generally never appear at such an insignificant occasion.

To supervise a freshman assessment, dispatching a single Spirit Douluo would be more than enough to ensure everyone's safety.

A Title Douluo?

It was truly unnecessary.

"A-Mu, are you saying the person in the lead is a Title Douluo?" Zhu Zhuqing's face revealed a look of astonishment.

Top-tier powerhouses like that were few and far between, even across the entire Star Luo Empire.

She hadn't even heard of any spirit masters with that level of strength existing within the Star Luo Empire; perhaps there simply weren't any.

Mu Qian tightened his grip on her delicate hand: "That's right, this aura, there's no mistake. If my guess is correct, it should be that long-renowned Ghost Douluo from Martial Soul Hall."

Whether it was Mu Qian's imagination or not, as he spoke, the man in the lead actually glanced at him intentionally or otherwise, his gaze filled with a faint sense of curiosity and inquiry.

No, that was definitely not an illusion.

In that moment, Mu Qian clearly felt their gazes lock together.

What is the meaning of this look? Mu Qian couldn't help but glance at Hu Liena standing beside the man.

Did Hu Liena say something that brought my existence to the attention of the higher-ups in Martial Soul Hall?

Mu Qian couldn't be certain, but it was highly likely that the man had come specifically for him.

Otherwise, there would be no need to send a powerhouse at the level of a Title Douluo for a mere freshman assessment.