Qian Daoliu Arrives in Heaven Dou

"Xiao Xue, I watched your sparring just now. You've made great progress. These five years haven't gone to waste."

Qian Daoliu's tone shifted, and his brows knit together. "But why can't I sense any Soul Power inside you?"

His heart was full of confusion. Xiao Xue's vitality was so vigorous; there was no reason for her to have no Soul Power. What was more, without Soul Power, how could her strength have improved so much?

"Grandpa, I... I..." Qian Renxue's eyes flickered as she avoided his gaze, her little hands unconsciously twisting her sleeves. She clearly didn't want to talk about it.

"Grand Elder, the young miss said the Soul Power in her body was sealed." Seeing this as a chance to earn merit, Porcupinefish Douluo hurriedly added.

"Elder Porcupinefish, you can shut up now!" Qian Renxue whipped around, a trace of chill in her eyes. Her voice wasn't loud, but it sent a cold shiver down Porcupinefish Douluo's back.

Porcupinefish Douluo shrank his neck and didn't dare say another word. The back of his neck felt icy, and he regretted speaking out of turn.

Qian Daoliu held Qian Renxue by the shoulders and slowly sent a gentle stream of Soul Power into her body. It flowed along her meridians as he carefully probed every corner.

Wherever the Soul Power passed, he could clearly feel meridians tough as iron and bones dense as jade. Her dantian was empty, and there wasn't the slightest trace of Soul Power in her body.

Qian Daoliu's expression gradually turned grave. First came confusion, then surprise, then outright disbelief.

He had lived for over a hundred years and had never seen such a strange constitution—vitality so powerful it was absurd, yet not a trace of Soul Power. It completely defied the laws of Soul Master cultivation.

"Xiao Xue, where's your Soul Power? What happened to it?" Qian Daoliu placed both hands on her shoulders, unconsciously tightening his grip as urgency crept into his voice.

"Grandpa, you're hurting Xue'er." Qian Renxue frowned.

Only then did Qian Daoliu come to his senses. He quickly let go and took a deep breath, trying to soften his voice. "Xiao Xue, please tell Grandpa. What happened to your Soul Power?"

"Only if we know what went wrong can we fix it. Without Soul Power, how will you make a place for yourself in the Soul Master World?"

Seeing how worried he was, Qian Renxue hesitated for a moment, then held up three fingers with a solemn look. "Grandpa, give Xue'er three more months. In three months, I'll definitely be able to cultivate Soul Power!"

"Cultivate Soul Power?" Qian Daoliu's heart tightened, and he pressed her for an answer. "Xiao Xue, tell Grandpa quickly. How did your Soul Power disappear?"

But Qian Renxue closed her mouth and simply stared at him with wide golden eyes, looking every bit like she wasn't going to say a word.

Qian Daoliu abruptly turned his gaze to Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo. His eyes were sharp as knives, and an overwhelming wave of Soul pressure crashed down like a tsunami. "Is this how the two of you protect Xiao Xue?"

"Thud! Thud!"

Snake Lance and Porcupinefish had no time to react before the terrifying pressure bore them to the ground. The hard, specially reinforced floor beneath them cracked and groaned, spiderweb fractures spreading across it.

Their faces were deathly pale, blood trickled from the corners of their mouths, and their bones seemed to be groaning. They couldn't even muster the strength to raise their heads.

"Grandpa, don't!" Qian Renxue hurriedly tugged at Qian Daoliu's sleeve. "I was the one who told the two uncles not to tell you. It wasn't their fault!"

"Grandpa, I really wasn't lying. I'll be able to cultivate Soul Power very soon. Look, Xue'er is really strong now. Most Soul Douluo aren't a match for me!"

As she spoke, she even flexed her biceps. She still looked slender, but her body held astonishing strength.

Only then did Qian Daoliu withdraw his Soul pressure. Snake Lance and Porcupinefish collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath as though they'd narrowly escaped death.

Was this the strength of the Grand Elder of Spirit Hall? Despite being level ninety-three Titled Douluo, they hadn't even been able to withstand his Soul pressure. It was terrifying.

"Xiao Xue, please tell Grandpa. I'm really worried about you." Qian Daoliu looked at his granddaughter, his eyes full of concern. The severity in his expression had already faded.

After a long hesitation, Qian Renxue finally gave in. "Grandpa, it's my master. He said Innate Soul Power was a burden, and only what you cultivated yourself truly belonged to you."

"He also taught me a body-tempering method. Xue'er is already at the late stage of Organ Refining, and I'll soon reach the peak."

"Then, once I induce Qi into my body, I'll have Soul Power." She lifted her little face, a hint of pride in her expression.

"Xue'er is really strong now. I have sixty thousand jin of strength in one arm, and I can punch a Soul Saint flying!"

"What master? Innate Soul Power is a burden? Late-stage Organ Refining?" Qian Daoliu was utterly bewildered, but the words "sixty thousand jin of strength in one arm" came through crystal clear.

His heart shook. With sixty thousand jin of strength in one arm, proper technique could send the force of a punch soaring to a hundred thousand jin!

Without using Soul Power, his own physical strength in one arm was only a hundred and twenty thousand jin—and he was already a Demigod-level powerhouse!

(Using Soul Power, Qian Daoliu was a hundred times stronger than with physical strength alone.)

Xiao Xue was already this powerful without Soul Power. If she gained Soul Power in the future and used it to temper her body, then her strength...

"Xiao Xue, who is your master?" Qian Daoliu's voice was urgent, and his expression more grave than ever.

He had never heard of anyone cultivating Soul Power on their own, let alone someone training a fifteen-year-old girl's body to such an extent without Soul Power.

He had to find out who this person was.

But Qian Renxue covered her mouth and shook her head vigorously, clearly unwilling to reveal anything.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu knew there was no point in asking again, so he changed the subject. "Sigh, if you don't want to say, so be it. Then why haven't you returned to Spirit City? Without Soul Power, you can't use your skull bone, and the infiltration plan can't proceed."

"Grandpa, I can't go back." Qian Renxue raised her chin proudly and smiled slyly. "I'm about to take control of the entire Heaven Dou Empire."

"You're taking control of the entire Heaven Dou?" Qian Daoliu stared at her in disbelief. "How?"

"I took control of a Heaven Dou prince—no, I should call him the Heaven Dou Crown Prince now. Xue Qinghe," Qian Renxue said casually.

"You took control of Xue Qinghe?" Qian Daoliu was even more astonished, his brows furrowing.

"Xue Qinghe isn't someone you can control so easily. He's a direct member of the imperial family. Why would he submit without a fight?"

In Qian Daoliu's mind, although the imperial family's members were all weak, most were ambitious. They weren't the sort to bend the knee easily.

Qian Renxue only smiled and said nothing. Some methods were better left unexplained, even to Grandpa.

Looking at her mysterious expression, Qian Daoliu still had plenty of questions, but he didn't press her any further.

He knew that his granddaughter must have been through many things over the past five years that he knew nothing about.

Since she was confident she could control Heaven Dou and had promised to cultivate Soul Power within three months, he would trust her once more.

"If you don't want to return to Spirit City, then stay in Heaven Dou," Qian Daoliu said after a moment's thought.

"The materials you asked for have arrived. Also, I'll stay in Heaven Dou City for a while and see how you cultivate Soul Power over the next three months."

At that, Qian Renxue's face lit up. She grabbed Qian Daoliu's arm and gave it a shake. "Thank you, Grandpa! You're the best!"

PS: An ordinary person swinging a ten-jin iron rod can easily strike with a force of a hundred, or even two or three hundred, jin.

Tang San's Seagod Trident weighs a hundred and eight thousand jin. In a normal state, a casual swing would unleash a force of over a million jin. That's not an exaggeration, right?

Tang San never killed a single Titled Douluo by casually smashing them with the Seagod Trident. That proves a million jin of force can't kill a Titled Douluo. Let's set level-ninety Titled Douluo at a million jin of striking force. (The enhanced stats in Sanshui's data are not worth looking at; his figures are never reliable.)

As for the Seagod Trident, the setting is that it becomes a hundred times heavier in the hands of anyone who doesn't own it. The increased weight only takes effect when someone tries to claim the Seagod Trident. In battle, it weighs only a hundred and eight thousand jin. That's why ordinary people can't take the Seagod Trident away. A closed loop...