Qian Renxue is Stunned! Lin Qiu is a Humanoid Ferocious Beast!

Bibi Dong was still fast asleep.

That stunningly beautiful face was inches away, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

A long, shapely leg was sprawled carelessly across Lin Qiu's stomach.

One had to admit.

The sleeping posture of this Pope was truly rather unrestrained.

Lin Qiu felt the weight and the soft, warm sensation upon him.

He carefully tried to nudge Bibi Dong's leg away.

The moment he moved.

Bibi Dong let out a soft moan and slowly opened her eyes.

Those purple pupils held a hint of post-sleep haziness, yet radiated a lazy, seductive charm.

"Little rascal, fidgeting so early in the morning."

Bibi Dong's voice was slightly hoarse, sounding exceptionally alluring.

Instead of pulling her leg back, she squeezed it with a bit of force, pulling Lin Qiu even closer.

"I can't breathe..."

Lin Qiu protested with a bitter expression.

Bibi Dong chuckled softly and flicked her finger against the tip of Lin Qiu's nose.

"You're just delicate."

Though she said that, she loosened her embrace and lazily sat up.

The thin quilt slid down, revealing a vast expanse of beautiful scenery.

Bibi Dong, however, did not care in the slightest; in front of Lin Qiu, she never kept her guard up.

Just then.

The system's notification sound rang out right on time.

[Detected that the host is within the containment range of a Sendai-realm powerhouse, please escape immediately!]

Lin Qiu chose to ignore it directly.

For over two years, the system had sounded this alarm every single day, and his ears had long since grown calloused to it.

He climbed out of bed and stretched his body.

His bones emitted a muffled sound like rolling thunder.

Two and a half years of bitter cultivation.

Combined with the baptism of the Dao Scripture and the various heavenly treasures rewarded by the system, Lin Qiu had undergone a complete transformation.

Although he still appeared to be a handsome, delicate youth in his early teens.

Hidden beneath this skin was a terrifying power comparable to an ancient primordial beast.

His skin possessed a faint, jade-like luster, the precursor to a sanctified physical body.

The Golden Bitter Sea within him had expanded to an incredible degree.

Even though he still hadn't awakened a martial soul.

Lin Qiu was confident that even if he faced a Soul Elder-level powerhouse now, he could blast them apart with a single punch.

I wonder what kind of martial soul this awakening will bring.

Lin Qiu felt a sense of anticipation.

According to the rules of the Douluo Continent, one awakens their martial soul at six years old.

But because he was cultivating the Covering Sky Method, he had been suppressing it, and Bibi Dong had not forced the issue.

Now that his physical foundation had been polished to the extreme, it was time to awaken.

After washing up, Lin Qiu walked out into the small courtyard.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw a golden figure standing under the old tree in the yard.

It was Qian Renxue.

She was dressed in a pale golden training outfit, her long hair tied up high, making her look capable and heroic.

The immaturity had long since faded from her exquisite face, and there was now a touch of the pride belonging to the Qian Family between her brows.

She held that familiar wooden sword in her hand.

The blade was long and, though unsharpened, it radiated an aura of killing intent in her grip.

Hearing his footsteps, Qian Renxue turned around.

She looked at Lin Qiu as he emerged from the room, her chin tilted slightly upward.

"Still not awake?"

"The sun is already hitting your backside."

Qian Renxue's voice was crisp, carrying a hint of teasing.

Lin Qiu let out a yawn and stretched his body.

His bones let out a series of crisp cracking sounds.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at the golden figure before him, and a smile spread across his lips.

"Sister Xue'er, so early?"

"Did you come here specifically to wake me up?"

Qian Renxue gave a light huff.

The wooden sword in her hand spun in a beautiful flourish, pointing straight at Lin Qiu.

"Less glib talk."

"I'm here to see if you've been slacking off these past two years."

"Didn't you say last time that you wanted to learn swordsmanship?"

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you some pointers."

When she said the word "pointers," Qian Renxue deliberately emphasized her tone.

Clearly, she still remembered the time she had nearly suffered a loss due to underestimating him.

Over the past two years, although she often came to see Lin Qiu, the number of times they had actually crossed blades could be counted on one hand.

After all, Bibi Dong kept a close watch, and she didn't dare to truly hurt Lin Qiu.

But today was different.

Bibi Dong had gone to the Pope Palace early in the morning to handle official business.

There was no one to supervise them here now.

It was the perfect opportunity for "revenge."

Lin Qiu looked at Qian Renxue's eager expression and couldn't help but find it amusing.

This little girl was still as competitive as ever.

However.

He was no longer the powerless child he had been two years ago.

The Dao Scripture: Sea of Bitterness Volume was now at Great Completion.

A golden sea of bitterness surged endlessly within his body, providing a constant stream of terrifying life essence.

In terms of raw physical strength alone, he was confident he could kill a bull with a single punch.

"Alright."

"Then I ask that you go easy on me, Sister."

Lin Qiu walked over to the weapon rack by the courtyard and casually drew a wooden sword.

He weighed it in his hand.

It was too light.

It felt like holding a straw.

But he didn't show it, instead letting the tip of the sword hang loosely as he stood there in a seemingly relaxed posture.

His entire body was riddled with openings.

Qian Renxue frowned slightly.

"Stand properly."

"Hold your sword tight."

"If you stand like that on the battlefield, you're just serving yourself up to the enemy."

Although she spoke with disdain, her eyes did not show any contempt.

For some reason, Lin Qiu gave her a very strange feeling at this moment.

He was clearly full of openings, yet he felt like a bottomless lake.

Impossible to see through.

"Sister, come on."

Lin Qiu beckoned to Qian Renxue with his finger.

This provocative gesture instantly ignited Qian Renxue's fighting spirit.

"Arrogant."

Qian Renxue let out a low shout.

He tapped his toes against the ground.

His entire body shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring.

The speed was extreme.

It even stirred up a whistling sound as he tore through the air.

If it were an ordinary six-year-old child, they likely wouldn't even be able to catch a glimpse of her afterimage.

But in the eyes of Lin Qiu.

It was too slow.

Every movement of Qian Renxue, every detail of how she exerted her force, was infinitely slowed down in his vision.

It was just like a slow-motion replay.

This was the difference between a cultivator and a Spirit Master.

The keenness of divine sense was simply not on the same dimension.

Lin Qiu did not move.

It was not until the moment the wooden sword was about to pierce his chest.

That he tilted his body slightly.

He did not even move his feet a single step.

It was merely a shift of his upper body.

Whoosh!

The wooden sword grazed past his lapel.

The gust of wind it brought ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead.

Qian Renxue missed her strike, a flash of surprise crossing her eyes.

A coincidence?

She refused to believe it.

With a flick of her wrist, she swept the wooden sword horizontally.

This move was called Sweeping Thousand Armies, one of the basic sword techniques of the Martial Soul Hall; though simple, its strength lay in its heavy momentum.

Lin Qiu remained as nonchalant as ever.

The wooden sword in his hand lifted lightly.

He held it vertically in front of him, appearing entirely casual.

Thud!

A muffled sound rang out.

The two swords collided.

Qian Renxue felt a massive counter-shock force travel from the blade.

The web between her thumb and index finger actually went numb.

How is this possible?

How has this brat's strength become so great?

Her physical power, bolstered by her spirit power, had actually failed to suppress a child who hadn't even awakened his martial soul?