Qian Daoliu Enters Heaven Dou

"Xue'er, Grandfather saw your sparring match just now. You have made great progress; these past five years were not spent in vain."

Qian Daoliu shifted the topic, his brows knitting together. "But why can Grandfather not sense any soul power within you?"

His heart was filled with confusion. Xue'er's blood energy was so vigorous that there was no reason for her to lack soul power; furthermore, without soul power, how could her strength have reached such a level?

"Grandfather, I... I..." Qian Renxue's eyes flickered, her gaze darting away as her small hands unconsciously twisted her sleeves. It was clear she did not wish to discuss it.

"Grand Elder, the Young Mistress said that the soul power within her has been sealed," Snake Lance Douluo interjected, seizing what he thought was an opportunity to earn merit.

"Elder Snake Lance, you can shut your mouth!" Qian Renxue turned her head sharply, her eyes carrying a hint of chill. Her voice was not loud, yet it sent a shiver down Snake Lance Douluo's spine.

Snake Lance Douluo shrank his neck, not daring to say another word. He felt a cold sensation at the back of his neck and secretly regretted his loose tongue.

Qian Daoliu pressed his hand onto Qian Renxue's shoulder, a gentle stream of soul power slowly flowing into her body, tracing her meridians to carefully inspect every corner.

Wherever his soul power passed, he clearly felt her meridians were as tough as iron and her bones as dense as jade, yet her dantian was completely empty. There was not a trace of soul power in her entire body.

Qian Daoliu's expression gradually turned grave, shifting from initial confusion to surprise, and finally to disbelief.

He had lived for over a hundred years and had never seen such a peculiar constitution—her blood energy was absurdly powerful, yet she possessed not a shred of soul power. This completely defied the common logic of a soul master's cultivation.

"Xue'er, where is your soul power? Where has it gone?" Qian Daoliu placed both hands on her shoulders, unconsciously increasing his grip, his tone urgent.

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

Qian Daoliu snapped back to reality and quickly released her. He took a deep breath, trying his best to soften his tone: "Xue'er, tell Grandfather, won't you? Where exactly did your soul power go?"

"Only by knowing where the problem lies can we solve it. Without soul power, how will you establish yourself in the soul master world in the future?"

Qian Renxue looked at his anxious expression and hesitated for a moment before holding up three fingers, her expression earnest. "Grandfather, give Xue'er three more months. After three months, Xue'er will definitely be able to cultivate soul power!"

"Cultivate soul power?" Qian Daoliu's heart tightened as he pressed, "Xue'er, tell Grandfather quickly, how exactly did your soul power disappear?"

Qian Renxue, however, kept her mouth shut, merely staring at him with her large golden eyes, wearing an expression that clearly said, I just won't tell you.

Qian Daoliu's gaze suddenly shifted to Snake Lance Douluo and Pufferfish Douluo standing to the side. His eyes were as sharp as blades, and an incomparable soul pressure descended like a tsunami. "Is this how you two protect Xue'er?"

"Thump! Thump!"

Before Snake Lance and Pufferfish could even react, they were pinned to the ground by this terrifying pressure. The specially crafted floorboards cracked under them, spiderweb-like fissures spreading out with a crunching sound.

Their faces turned deathly pale, blood spilled from the corners of their mouths, and their bones seemed to groan. They didn't even have the strength to lift their heads.

"Grandfather, don't do this!" Qian Renxue hurriedly grabbed Qian Daoliu's sleeve, speaking urgently, "I was the one who told the two uncles not to tell you! It has nothing to do with them!"

"Grandfather, I really didn't lie to you. I will be able to cultivate soul power very soon. Look, Xue'er is very strong now; even ordinary Soul Douluos are no match for me!"

As she spoke, she flexed her bicep. Although it still looked slender, it contained astonishing power.

Qian Daoliu finally withdrew his soul pressure. Snake Lance and Pufferfish felt as if they had been granted a reprieve, collapsing on the ground and gasping for air, feeling as though they had just survived a brush with death.

Was this the strength of the Grand Elder of Martial Soul Hall? With their cultivation as ninety-third-rank Title Douluos, they couldn't even withstand his soul pressure. It was truly terrifying.

"Xue'er, tell Grandfather, won't you? Grandfather is truly worried about you." Qian Daoliu looked at his granddaughter, his eyes filled with concern, the previous sharpness having long since dissipated.

Qian Renxue hesitated for a long time before finally relenting: "Grandfather, it is my master. He said that innate soul power is a burden, and only that which one cultivates oneself truly belongs to you."

"He also taught me a method of body refinement. Xue'er is already at the late stage of Organ Refining and will soon reach the perfection of Organ Refining."

"Once I reach that stage, I can guide energy into my body and generate soul power." She lifted her small face, carrying a hint of pride.

"Xue'er has great strength now. I have sixty thousand jin of force in a single arm; I can punch a Soul Saint into the air!"

"What master? Innate soul power is a burden? Late stage of Organ Refining?" Qian Daoliu was dazed, but the words "sixty thousand jin of force in a single arm" rang clearly in his ears.

His heart was shaken—sixty thousand jin in one arm; if she used proper force-generating techniques while punching, the impact could soar to one hundred thousand jin!

Even he, without using soul power, only possessed one hundred and twenty thousand jin of physical strength, and he was a quasi-god-level powerhouse!

(Qian Daoliu using soul power is a hundred times stronger than his raw physical strength alone.)

If Xue'er was this formidable without soul power, then if she were to temper her body with soul power in the future, her strength would be...

"Xue'er, who is your master?" Qian Daoliu's tone was urgent, his expression more grave than ever before.

He had never heard of anyone being able to cultivate soul power on their own, let alone training a fifteen-year-old girl to such a level of physical prowess without any soul power at all.

He had to know who this person was.

Qian Renxue covered her mouth and shook her head desperately, clearly unwilling to reveal the truth.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu knew that asking further would be useless, so he had to change the subject: "Sigh, if you are unwilling to say, then so be it. But why have you not returned to Martial Soul City? Without soul power, you naturally cannot use the skull bone, and the undercover plan cannot proceed."

"Grandfather, I cannot go back." Qian Renxue lifted her chin triumphantly, smiling cunningly. "I am about to control the entire Heaven Dou Empire."

"You control the entire Heaven Dou?" Qian Daoliu was stunned, looking at Qian Renxue in disbelief. "How are you controlling it?"

"I have controlled the Heaven Dou prince—no, I should call him the Heaven Dou Crown Prince now, Xue Qinghe," Qian Renxue said nonchalantly.

"You controlled Xue Qinghe?" Qian Daoliu was even more shocked, his brows locked in a frown.

"Is Xue Qinghe so easily controlled? He is a direct descendant of the royal family; how could he yield so easily?"

In his impression, although the members of the royal family were not strong, they were mostly ambitious people, certainly not spineless.

Qian Renxue smiled without answering. Some methods were better left untold to Grandfather.

Qian Daoliu looked at her mysterious expression, and though his heart still held many questions, he did not press her further.

He knew that his granddaughter must have experienced many things he was unaware of over these past five years.

Since she had the confidence to control Heaven Dou and had promised to cultivate soul power within three months, he would trust her once more.

"Since you are unwilling to return to Martial Soul City, then stay in Heaven Dou," Qian Daoliu pondered aloud.

"I have brought the materials you requested. Furthermore, this old man will remain in Heaven Dou City for a period of time to see how you manage to cultivate soul power in these three months."

Upon hearing this, a smile immediately bloomed on Qian Renxue's face as she grabbed Qian Daoliu's arm and shook it: "Thank you, Grandfather! Grandfather is the best!"

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

Tang San's Seagod Trident weighs one hundred and eight thousand jin. Under normal circumstances, a casual swing should be able to exert a force of over a million jin. That's not an exaggeration, right?

Tang San never killed any Titled Douluo with a basic swing of the Trident. This implies that a million jin of force is not enough to kill a Titled Douluo. The setting is that a level 90 Titled Douluo can exert a million jin of force. (As for the reinforced stats from Sanshui, don't bother looking at them; his data has never been accurate.)

As for the Seagod Trident, the setting is that in the hands of a non-wielder, its gravity increases a hundredfold; this gravity amplification only manifests when someone else tries to claim the Seagod Trident. During combat, it only has a weight of one hundred and eight thousand jin. Therefore, ordinary people cannot take the Seagod Trident away. A closed loop...