Qian Renxue Wants to Become His Disciple, Tang San Drives Away the Wolf to Swallow the Tiger!

Yet just as the Soul Power within Qian Renxue was churning wildly, and she could barely restrain herself from erupting and killing him on the spot,

Su Chen casually picked up his teacup and took a light sip.

"Put away your killing intent, Qian Renxue."

Su Chen did not even glance at her. His tone remained as calm and unruffled as ever:

"If I'd wanted to expose you, I would have set the whole of Heaven Dou City abuzz back in the main hall. Why else would I have kept you here in this private room for tea?"

"What's more..."

Su Chen paused slightly and set down his teacup.

"That Martial Soul you're so proud of is no different, in my eyes, from Sword Douluo's Seven Killing Sword."

"If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't even need a withered leaf."

Su Chen's words were merciless, each one striking straight to the heart.

But when Qian Renxue heard them, the killing intent that had been boiling within her was doused as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head, extinguishing most of it in an instant.

That was right.

He had just lifted a solid, nearly six-thousand-pound cauldron with one hand, then used a withered leaf to enlighten Sword Douluo Chen Xin, helping him break through to level 97 on the spot!

A terrifying being who could casually manipulate even the laws of heaven and earth—if he truly wanted to deal with her, she might not even brush the hem of his clothes, no matter how many trump cards she played.

Thinking of this, Qian Renxue drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the suffocating tremor in her heart.

Then she slowly dispersed the Soul Power gathered in her palm and sat back down in her chair, though her eyes still held a deep wariness.

"Since you have no interest in Spirit Hall's plans and mean us no harm, sir,"

Qian Renxue's voice regained some of its composure as she asked bluntly, "why did you reveal my identity?"

"I'm just a storyteller at an inn."

Su Chen smiled faintly, with a graceful air. "As a storyteller, I need only tell the stories in my books well."

"As for who becomes emperor in your world, or who rules the continent, that's a game for you children. I can't be bothered to get involved."

"I exposed you only because I didn't want you to keep putting on that false, polite act in front of me."

"That's all."

Hearing Su Chen dismiss the deadly struggle between the two great empires and Spirit Hall as a children's game, Qian Renxue could only smile wryly to herself.

If anyone else had said that, she would have thought them mad.

But coming from the man before her, it carried an aura of unquestionable supremacy, leaving her unable even to think of a rebuttal.

The two chatted idly in the room for a while.

Qian Renxue gradually lowered her guard. She realized that as long as she didn't cross his bottom line, Mr. Su was actually a carefree and easygoing person, with an almost otherworldly air, as if he stood beyond the Three Realms and outside the Five Elements.

Before she knew it, the sky outside had begun to darken.

"Thank you for sparing my life today, sir, and for keeping Renxue's secret."

Qian Renxue stood up. This time, she did not use the formalities of the Heaven Dou Crown Prince, but bowed deeply to Su Chen in her capacity as Spirit Hall's young mistress.

"I won't disturb your rest any longer, sir. I'll take my leave."

Just as Qian Renxue turned and was about to reach the door,

her steps suddenly stopped.

After hesitating for a moment, she could no longer suppress the longing in her heart. She turned around and looked intently at Su Chen, seated in his armchair.

"Mr. Su, I have one more question. I don't know whether I should ask it."

"Go ahead," Su Chen said calmly.

"Your abilities reach the heavens. You're like a god looking down upon the mortal world, and even my most closely guarded secrets are clear to you..."

Qian Renxue drew a deep breath, her voice trembling with barely restrained emotion.

"That Perfect World you spoke of in the main hall, with its ten-thousand-jin Blood Moving Realm and Ten Primordial Evils..."

"Is it truly real, and not merely a story?"

She was not only asking Su Chen this question; she was also questioning her own tottering worldview.

At her words, Su Chen lifted his head slightly and looked at Qian Renxue.

Faced with the question of this peerless genius, Su Chen did not answer aloud. Instead, the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a meaningful smile, and he gave a slight nod.

Though it was an almost imperceptible gesture, it struck Qian Renxue like a bolt from the blue!

It really existed!

That vast world where even Immortal Kings could bleed and a single blade of grass could cleave the stars—it really existed!

Qian Renxue stood rooted to the spot, feeling as though the past twenty years of her life had been spent at the bottom of a narrow, dark well.

Only today had a True God lifted the well's cover just enough for her to glimpse the true, boundless starry sky!

"Thank you for clearing up my doubts, sir."

Qian Renxue bowed deeply once again. The beautiful eyes that had once been filled with the calculations of the Heaven Dou Crown Prince now burned with unprecedented fervor and yearning.

And deep in her heart, another thought quietly took root.

What if...

What if she could become Mr. Su's disciple and experience those boundless laws for herself? What would the imperial power of this little Douluo Continent matter then?

With this thought in her heart, Qian Renxue withdrew from the room with the utmost respect and closed the door behind her.

Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy's residence on the other side of Heaven Dou City,

inside a somewhat shabby reception room,

Tang San pushed open the door and walked in, his face deathly pale.

"Xiao San, what's wrong? Why do you look so awful?"

Flender, who had been sitting inside drinking tea, frowned at the sight of him and quickly asked.

Beside Flender, Zhao Wuji, a burly man with a face full of muscle, put down his teacup and looked over in confusion.

Yu Xiaogang was still resting in the back courtyard. Su Chen's one-handed cauldron lift had dealt him a heavy blow that day, injuring his spirit, and he had turned in early.

Tang San walked to the table and sat down. His eyes narrowed slightly before he let out a long sigh.

"Dean Flender, Teacher Zhao, I'm fine. I'm just feeling stifled."

As he spoke, Tang San couldn't help clenching his fists. He said angrily,

"Today, Teacher and I went to an inn in Heaven Dou City called Listening Rain Pavilion."

"There was a storyteller there named Su Chen."

"That man was incredibly arrogant. Not only did he insult Teacher in front of everyone with some bizarre trick, he also denigrated the entire Spirit Master system of our Douluo Continent!"

Hearing that someone had insulted Yu Xiaogang, Flender's expression darkened at once.

"What kind of storyteller is bold enough to look down on us Spirit Masters?"

Seeing that he had stirred things up enough, Tang San seized the opportunity to direct his accusations at Zhao Wuji, whose temper was the worst.

Tang San glanced at Zhao Wuji with a troubled expression, looking as if he wanted to speak but couldn't bring himself to.

"What is it, Xiao San? If you've got something to say, then say it. Stop hemming and hawing!" Zhao Wuji was impatient by nature, and slapped his thigh as he urged him on.

"Teacher Zhao, Su Chen made up something called the Ten Primordial Evils. He said one of them was a creature called the Heavenly Horned Ant, strong enough to tear a giant dragon apart with its bare hands."

As Tang San watched Zhao Wuji's expression, he added even more fuel to the fire.

"He even made a boast in front of everyone."

"He said..."

"He said that even if your pride and joy, the Vajra Bear Martial Soul, were added to the Titan Giant Ape from the Star Dou Forest,"

"the two of them still wouldn't be worthy of carrying that ant's shoes!"

"He even said they couldn't withstand a single breath from that young ant, and would be crushed into meat paste in an instant!"

Bang!

The moment Tang San finished speaking, Zhao Wuji could take no more. He slammed a palm down on the wooden table, smashing the entire solid-wood table to pieces and sending splinters flying!

"What a load of bullshit!"

Zhao Wuji glared furiously, his muscles bulging as if they were about to burst through his clothes.

"My Vajra Bear isn't worthy of carrying an ant's shoes?"

"What kind of bastard is he, to dare mock my Martial Soul?"

Though Flender thought the storyteller's words were absurd beyond belief, he couldn't help frowning at the sight of Zhao Wuji enraged.

"Wuji, calm down first."

"It's just a street storyteller trying to draw a crowd. What kind of outrageous claims wouldn't he make to catch people's attention?"

"Draw a crowd?"

But Zhao Wuji wasn't having it. He gave a cold snort, his fists cracking as he clenched them, his eyes full of menace.

"If he dares use my Martial Soul to draw a crowd, then he'd better be ready to pay the price!"

"Xiao San, take me with you when you go to hear the story tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, I'll go meet this Su Chen myself and see whether his tongue is tougher than the fist of my Vajra Bear!"

Seeing that Zhao Wuji had been completely set ablaze with anger, Tang San lowered his head slightly and grinned.

"Su Chen, since you dare pretend to be mysterious and play tricks,"

"tomorrow, I'll let you taste the power of Teacher Zhao's Immovable Bright King Body."

"I'd like to see whether that so-called Perfect World of yours can save your life!"

At the same time, outside the somewhat shabby reception room,

a familiar, close-cropped figure stood silently in the shadows of a corner. It was Yu Xiaogang, who had claimed earlier that day that his spirit was injured and that he had gone back to his room to rest.

He still had his hands clasped behind his back. Listening to Zhao Wuji's roars and Tang San's seemingly aggrieved yet actually inflammatory words, he finally smiled with satisfaction.

"Good. Very good."

Yu Xiaogang nodded to himself.

His lifelong knowledge had not been imparted to his disciple in vain. Not only was Tang San exceptionally gifted, he had also mastered the art of making others do his dirty work and directing disaster elsewhere.

Though Yu Xiaogang was only a Soul Grandmaster, he was not a magnanimous man.

How could he simply swallow the humiliation he had suffered at Listening Rain Pavilion that day?

But the image of Su Chen lifting the cauldron with one hand had indeed made him wary.

Acting rashly before he had figured out what the other man was capable of would be unwise.

Now that hot-tempered, level-76 Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji would lead the way and sound out Su Chen's strength, the plan could hardly be more perfect.

"Su Chen, if your abilities truly reach the heavens and span the earth, then face the wrath of the Immovable Bright King."

"But if you're just a fraud relying on illusions and evil arts to bluff your way through..."

"then tomorrow, Listening Rain Pavilion will close its doors for good, and your name will be ruined!"

After giving the reception room's closed door a long look, Yu Xiaogang turned away without a sound and walked back to his room, entirely satisfied, as if nothing had happened.

Night deepened.

Far from Heaven Dou City, in Spirit City,

this was the supreme holy land in the hearts of every Spirit Master on the Douluo Continent.

Deep within Pope Palace, in an exceedingly private and luxurious white-jade bathing pool,

the water rippled as steam rose into the air.

A faint scent of roses mingled with exceptionally pure fluctuations of Soul Power.

In the middle of the enormous pool, a peerlessly beautiful figure lounged languidly against its white-jade wall.

Large red petals floated on the water, but they still could not conceal her skin, fair as frost and snow.

The woman's eyes were closed, and her long purple hair was casually pinned up behind her head.

She was none other than Bibi Dong, the current Pope of Spirit Hall.

Just then, the air outside the layers of gauzy curtains surrounding the bathing pool suddenly wavered.

A moment later, a shadow guard dressed in black night clothes dropped to one knee. He did not even dare raise his head as he reported with utmost respect:

"Reporting to Your Holiness the Pope, our covert agent in Heaven Dou City has sent back a new report."

"Read it."

Bibi Dong did not even open her eyes. She casually scooped up a handful of warm water and poured it over her collarbone, smooth as white jade. Her voice was languid.

The shadow guard swallowed and hurriedly gave his report:

"Your Holiness, an inn called Listening Rain Pavilion has suddenly become famous in Heaven Dou City in recent days."

"There's a young storyteller there named Su Chen, who's telling a strange tale called Perfect World."

"A storyteller?"

At that word, Bibi Dong's delicate brows creased almost imperceptibly.

Was an ordinary street storyteller in Heaven Dou City really worth an urgent report sent eight hundred li to Pope Palace?

The shadow guard seemed to sense Bibi Dong's displeasure, and immediately spoke faster:

"Your Holiness, please don't be angry. This man is no ordinary storyteller."

"The world he describes has an utterly outrageous system of power. It could even be said that he is openly trampling upon the common knowledge about Martial Souls on our Douluo Continent."

"He claims that in that Great Wilderness, people don't need to awaken Martial Souls."

"By relying only on a crude method called a medicinal bath—boiling together venomous centipedes, spiders, and the true blood of savage Ferocious Beasts—one can reshape the body of a three-year-old child."

"He also claims that after undergoing the medicinal bath, the three-year-old child entered what he calls the Blood Moving Realm and, with nothing but the strength of his flesh, could shake one arm and unleash a terrifying force of a hundred thousand jin!"

A hundred thousand jin? A three-year-old child? A poisonous medicinal bath?

Hearing these utterly ridiculous claims, Bibi Dong finally opened a slit in her long-closed phoenix eyes.

But there was not a trace of shock in them—only contempt.

"Heh. A hundred thousand jin of physical strength?"

Bibi Dong's red lips parted, and she let out a cold laugh.

As the wielder of Twin Martial Souls and one of the strongest experts in the current Soul Master World, she knew all too well where the limits of strength lay.

"Even those two hundred-thousand-year-old beasts deep in the Star Dou Forest, the Titan Giant Ape and the Sky Azure Bull Python, couldn't possibly reach a hundred thousand jin in pure physical strength."

"Boiling all sorts of poisons together with mutually incompatible beast blood is even more absurd."

"Any Spirit Master who tried such a thing would only explode and turn into a puddle of pus."