Qian Renxue Wants to Take a Disciple, Tang San Uses Wolves to Devour Tigers!

Yet, just as the soul power within Qian Renxue surged wildly, and she could barely restrain herself from erupting into a killing spree right then and there.

Su Chen, however, picked up his teacup with complete nonchalance and took a gentle sip.

"Put away your killing intent, Qian Renxue."

Su Chen did not even glance at her, his tone remaining as light and breezy as ever:

"If this Su had any intention of exposing you, I would have already turned this Tiandou City upside down back in the main hall. Why would I bother keeping you here in this private room to drink tea?"

"Furthermore..."

Su Chen paused slightly and set down his teacup:

"That Martial Soul you take such pride in is, in the eyes of this Su, no different in essence from the Seven Kill Sword of Sword Douluo just now."

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

Su Chen's words were merciless, each syllable piercing the heart.

But upon hearing this, the killing intent that had been boiling within Qian Renxue was as if doused by a basin of ice water, instantly extinguished by more than half.

Indeed.

Just moments ago, he had lifted a solid bronze tripod weighing nearly six thousand catties with one hand, and with a single withered leaf, he had enlightened Sword Douluo Chen Xin, allowing him to break through to the ninety-seventh level on the spot!

Such a terrifying existence, capable of manipulating the very laws of heaven and earth at will—if he truly wanted to deal with her, she would likely be unable to touch even a corner of his robe, no matter how many trump cards she played.

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

She then slowly dissipated the soul power gathered in her palms and sat back down in her chair, though her eyes remained filled with deep wariness.

"Since you have no interest in the schemes of Martial Soul Hall and harbor no malice,"

Qian Renxue's voice regained a measure of composure as she asked directly, "Then what exactly is your intention in exposing my identity, sir?"

"This Su is merely a storyteller at an inn."

Su Chen smiled slightly, appearing remarkably graceful: "Since I am a storyteller, I only concern myself with telling the stories well."

"As for who sits on the throne in this world of yours, or who rules the continent, that is a game for you children. This Su has no desire to meddle."

"Exposing you was simply because I did not wish for you to continue putting on such hypocritical pretenses before me."

"It is as simple as that."

Hearing Su Chen dismiss the life-and-death struggle between the two great empires and Martial Soul Hall as a child's game, a wry smile tugged at Qian Renxue's heart.

If anyone else had said this, she would have dismissed them as a madman.

But coming from the man before her, it carried an inherent, supreme aura that made it impossible for anyone to even consider refuting him.

The two chatted idly in the room for a while.

Qian Renxue gradually lowered her guard. She discovered that as long as one did not cross his bottom line, this Mr. Su was actually an incredibly free-spirited person, possessing an ethereal quality as if he stood outside the three realms and beyond the five elements.

Unbeknownst to them, the sky outside had gradually darkened.

"Thank you, sir, for sparing my life today, and thank you for keeping my secret."

Qian Renxue stood up. This time, she did not use the etiquette of the Tiandou Crown Prince, but instead bowed deeply to Su Chen as the Young Master of Martial Soul Hall.

"I shall not disturb your rest any further, sir. I take my leave."

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

Her footsteps suddenly faltered.

After hesitating for a moment, Qian Renxue could not suppress the longing in her heart. She turned her head and looked intently at Su Chen, who remained seated in the grand armchair.

"Mr. Su, I have one more question. I do not know if I should ask."

"Speak," Su Chen said indifferently.

"Your methods are heaven-defying, like a god looking down upon the mortal world, and you are well-versed in even such top-secret matters as my own..."

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, her voice trembling uncontrollably:

"Then may I ask, sir, that Perfect World you spoke of in the hall—the one with the ten-thousand-catty blood-moving realm and the Ten Primordial Evils..."

"Is it not merely a story, but something that truly exists?"

This question was not just for Su Chen; it was a challenge to her own crumbling worldview.

Upon hearing this, Su Chen raised his head slightly to look at Qian Renxue.

Facing the inquiry of this peerless genius, Su Chen did not answer aloud. Instead, a meaningful arc slowly curled at the corners of his mouth, and he gave a slight nod.

Though it was an incredibly subtle gesture, it struck Qian Renxue as if she had been hit by a thunderbolt!

It actually existed!

That vast world where even Immortal Kings bled, where a single blade of grass could sever the stars—it was truly real!

Qian Renxue stood frozen in place, 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 a corner of the well cover for her, allowing her to glimpse the truly vast starry sky!

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

Qian Renxue bowed deeply once more. In those beautiful eyes, the calculations of the Tiandou Crown Prince had vanished, replaced by an unprecedented fervor and yearning.

Deep within her heart, a new thought quietly took root.

If only...

If she could become a disciple of this Mr. Su and grasp such vast laws, what would the mere imperial power of the Douluo Continent even amount to?

Carrying these sentiments, Qian Renxue retreated from the room with the utmost respect, closing the door gently behind her.

Meanwhile, at the Shrek Academy base on the other side of Tiandou City.

Inside a somewhat crude reception room.

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

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

Flender, who was sitting in the room drinking tea, frowned and asked immediately.

Beside Flender, the burly Zhao Wuji, his face covered in thick flesh, also set down his teacup and looked over with a puzzled expression.

Yu Xiaogang was still resting in the backyard; he had been hit hard by Su Chen's one-handed cauldron lift earlier that day, his spirit damaged, and he had retired early.

Tang San walked to the table and sat down, his eyes narrowing slightly before he let out a long, heavy sigh.

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

As he spoke, Tang San couldn't help but clench his fists, his tone filled with extreme indignation:

"Today, Teacher and I went to that inn in Tiandou City called the Listening Rain Pavilion."

"There is a storyteller there named Su Chen."

"This man is arrogant to the extreme. Not only did he use bizarre methods to insult Teacher in public, but he even belittled our entire Douluo Continent's spirit master system as worthless!"

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

"What kind of storyteller has the audacity to look down on us spirit masters?"

Seeing that the fire was ready, Tang San pushed the boat with the current, aiming his target directly at the hot-tempered Zhao Wuji.

Tang San looked at Zhao Wuji with a pained expression, appearing as if he had more to say but was holding back.

"What is it, San? Speak your mind! What's with all this stuttering?" Zhao Wuji, being an impatient man, slapped his thigh and urged him on.

"Teacher Zhao, that Su Chen fabricated something called the Ten Primordial Evils, claiming there is a creature among them named the Heavenly Horned Ant, whose strength is so great it can tear dragons apart with its bare hands."

Tang San observed Zhao Wuji's complexion while adding fuel to the fire:

"He even made wild claims in front of a crowded audience."

"He said..."

"He said that even your pride and joy, the Vajra Bear martial soul, combined with the Titan Giant Ape of the Star Dou Forest..."

"Aren't even fit to carry the shoes of that ant!"

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

Bang!

As soon as Tang San said this, Zhao Wuji could no longer contain his rage. He slammed his palm onto the wooden table, shattering the solid wood into splinters that flew everywhere!

"That's a load of horse manure!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes bulged with fury, his muscles straining as if they were about to burst through his clothes.

"My Vajra Bear isn't fit to carry an ant's shoes?"

"Who does he think he is, daring to mock my martial soul!"

Flender, sitting to the side, felt the storyteller's words were absurd and ridiculous, but seeing Zhao Wuji so provoked, he couldn't help but frown.

"Wuji, calm your temper."

"This is just a gimmick for a common storyteller; what wild claims won't they make just to grab attention?"

"A gimmick?"

Zhao Wuji ignored him, letting out a cold snort. His knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists, his eyes filled with murderous intent:

"If he dares to use my martial soul as a gimmick, he better be prepared to pay the price!"

"San, take me with you when you go to listen to his stories tomorrow."

"I want to meet this Su Chen myself tomorrow and see if his mouth is as hard as my Vajra Bear's fists!"

Watching Zhao Wuji, who had been completely ignited by rage, Tang San lowered his head slightly and grinned.

"Su Chen, since you dare to play god and act mysterious..."

"Then tomorrow, I will let you taste the power of Teacher Zhao's Immovable Wisdom King Body."

"I want to see if your so-called Perfect World can save your life!"

Meanwhile, just outside this somewhat crude reception room.

In the corner, a familiar flat-topped figure stood silently in the shadows; it was none other than Yu Xiaogang, who had claimed to be suffering from mental strain and retired to his room early.

At this moment, his hands remained clasped behind his back. Listening to the roar of Zhao Wuji inside the room, and the words of Tang San—which appeared aggrieved but were actually adding fuel to the fire—he finally smiled with satisfaction.

"Good, very good."

Yu Xiaogang nodded to himself in his heart.

It was not in vain that he had poured his life's learning into his disciple; not only was the boy gifted, but his ability to borrow a knife to kill and shift the blame was also practiced to perfection.

Although he, Yu Xiaogang, was only a Soul Grand Master, he was by no means a magnanimous person.

How could he possibly swallow the humiliating insult he had suffered at Listening Rain Pavilion today?

However, the bizarre sight of Su Chen lifting a cauldron with one hand had indeed filled him with apprehension.

It would be unwise to act rashly before figuring out the other party's background.

And now, having the hot-tempered Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji, with his formidable level 76 soul power, to lead the charge and test the depth of that Su Chen—this was the most perfect plan imaginable.

"Su Chen, if you truly possess heaven-defying abilities, then bear the wrath of the Immovable Bright King."

"If you are merely a charlatan bluffing with optical illusions and evil arts..."

"Then tomorrow will be the day your Listening Rain Pavilion closes its doors for good and your reputation is ruined!"

Taking one last deep look at the tightly shut door of the reception room, Yu Xiaogang turned around silently and walked toward his room with satisfaction, as if nothing had ever happened.

The night grew deeper.

Thousands of miles away from Tiandou City lay Martial Soul City.

This was the supreme holy land in the hearts of all soul masters across the entire Douluo Continent.

Deep within the Pope Palace, inside an extremely secret and luxurious white jade bathhouse.

The water rippled, and steam rose into the air.

The atmosphere was permeated with a faint scent of roses and extremely pure fluctuations of soul power.

In the center of the vast bath, a graceful figure that could be called perfect leaned lazily against the white jade wall.

Scarlet flower petals floated on the surface of the water, yet they could not conceal the skin that surpassed frost and snow.

The woman's eyes were slightly closed, her long purple hair tied loosely behind her head.

It was the current Pope of Martial Soul Hall, Bibi Dong.

Just then, outside the layers of sheer curtains surrounding the bath, the air suddenly twisted slightly.

Soon, a shadow guard dressed in black night-traveling clothes knelt on one knee, not daring to even lift his head, and reported in an extremely respectful tone:

"Reporting to Your Holiness the Pope, the secret agents in Tiandou City have sent back the latest classified intelligence."

"Read it."

Bibi Dong did not even lift her eyelids; she merely scooped up a handful of warm water and poured it over her collarbone, which resembled mutton-fat jade, her tone languid.

The shadow guard swallowed hard and hurriedly reported the compiled intelligence truthfully:

"Returning to Your Holiness, a tavern called Listening Rain Pavilion has suddenly risen to fame in Tiandou City recently."

"There is a young storyteller in the tavern named Su Chen, who is currently narrating a strange story called Perfect World."

"A storyteller?"

Hearing this term, Bibi Dong's willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly.

Was a mere street storyteller in Tiandou City worth an urgent eight-hundred-mile dispatch from the Martial Soul Hall's secret agents back to the Pope Palace?

The shadow guard seemed to sense Bibi Dong's displeasure and increased his speaking speed slightly:

"Your Holiness, please calm your anger. This person is by no means as simple as a common storyteller."

"The world he speaks of has an extremely exaggerated power system, one that can even be said to be openly trampling on the common knowledge of martial souls in our Douluo Continent."

"He claims that in that Great Wilderness world, there is no need to awaken a martial soul."

"By relying solely on a crude method called medicinal bathing—boiling highly toxic centipedes, spiders, and the true blood of violent fierce beasts together—one can reshape the physical body of a three-year-old child."

"Furthermore, he says that after undergoing the medicinal bath, that three-year-old child enters the so-called Blood Moving Realm, and with pure physical strength alone, can shake a single arm to unleash a terrifying power of one hundred thousand jin!"

One hundred thousand jin? A three-year-old child? A highly toxic medicinal bath?

Hearing these utterly absurd words, the phoenix eyes that Bibi Dong had kept slightly closed finally opened a slit.

But there was not a trace of shock in her eyes; instead, they were filled with disdain.

"Heh, one hundred thousand jin of physical strength?"

Bibi Dong's red lips parted slightly as she let out a cold laugh.

As a possessor of Twin Martial Souls and one of the top powerhouses in the current soul master world, she knew all too well where the limits of power lay.

"Even those two hundred-thousand-year-level beasts deep within the Star Dou Forest, the Titan Giant Ape and the Sky Azure Bull Python, could never reach such an absurd level of one hundred thousand jin in terms of pure physical brute force."

"Boiling various toxic substances and mutually repellent beast blood together is even more of a fantasy."

"Any soul master who dared to do such a thing would only end up exploding and dying, turning into a puddle of pus."