Qian Daoliu's Face-Changing, Staying in Spirit Hall

Qian Daoliu did not respond immediately, instead closing his eyes to sense for a moment.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes and shook his head slightly.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's brow furrowed even tighter.

He hadn't accepted a divine inheritance.

This meant the child's talent was innate, not built up through external forces.

He had truly never seen such a monster before.

Qian Daoliu descended the final step and stood before Ji Ye.

With white hair and white robes, his level ninety-nine soul power remained unreleased, yet simply standing there felt like facing a mountain.

Ji Ye looked up at him.

The two stared at each other for three seconds.

Qian Daoliu spoke, his voice not loud, but every word was crystal clear.

"What is your name?"

"Ji Ye."

"How old are you?"

"Twelve."

Qian Daoliu nodded.

"Twelve years old, four rings, two ten-thousand-year soul rings, and your first two rings are already thousand-year ones. Very good."

Immediately following this, Qian Daoliu released his soul power pressure.

Soul King level.

Ji Ye's body sank as he felt something pressing down upon him.

It's fine, I can hold it.

Qian Daoliu glanced at him, and the pressure climbed to the Soul Emperor level.

Ji Ye's breathing grew rapid, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Fine cracks appeared in the stone floor beneath his feet.

This old guy is testing me!

Ji Ye gritted his teeth.

Qian Daoliu's brows twitched slightly.

The pressure continued to climb.

Soul Saint.

It felt as if an entire mountain had crashed down upon him.

The pressure doubled instantly.

Ji Ye's knees buckled, his body leaning forward as one hand braced against the ground while the other gripped the Void Sword tightly.

The tip of the sword pierced the stone, carving a deep groove.

His entire body, from his fingers to his shoulders, was trembling.

Just then.

Qian Daoliu stopped.

The pressure receded like a receding tide.

Ji Ye gasped for air, his clothes soaked through with sweat as if he had just been pulled out of water.

No one in the Consecration Hall spoke.

The expressions of the several Consecrated changed.

Lion Douluo, Feather Douluo, Azure Phoenix Douluo, Qianjun Douluo, and Demon Subduing Douluo.

The group exchanged glances, seeing the same word in each other's eyes.

A freak.

Twelve years old, and he withstood Soul Saint-level pressure.

Even if it was only for a short while.

But he was only twelve years old, for heaven's sake.

Qian Renxue stood in the back, silent.

She was thinking about one thing.

When she was twelve, could she have withstood her grandfather's Soul Saint pressure?

The answer made her feel very uncomfortable.

No.

This masked thief's talent was above hers.

Ji Ye finally caught his breath and looked up at Qian Daoliu.

"Senior, have you finished testing me?"

The corners of Qian Daoliu's mouth curled up slightly as he walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Little fellow, what do you think of my Spirit Hall?"

Ji Ye swept a glance around the room.

Lion Douluo was winking at him, Feather Douluo was tilting his head to look at him, Azure Phoenix Douluo remained expressionless but his gaze had softened considerably, and the brothers Qianjun and Demon Subduing were grinning more foolishly than the other.

Qian Renxue stood at the very back, her azure eyes fixed upon him.

Ji Ye retracted his martial soul, and his four spirit rings dissipated into the air.

"Very good."

"It's just that someone still thinks I'm a grave robber."

The corners of Qian Renxue's mouth twitched slightly, but she said nothing.

Qian Daoliu burst into hearty laughter, the sound echoing through the Consecration Hall several times before fading away.

Then, his smile vanished in an instant.

His expression shifted, his gaze turning as sharp as a blade.

"Little fellow, if you join my Spirit Hall, we will all be family."

"If you don't..."

He paused.

"Hmph, trespassing in the forbidden grounds of my Spirit Hall is a capital offense. You had better think carefully."

Ji Ye's eyes widened.

How could this old man change his face so quickly!

He was smiling and patting his shoulder just a moment ago, and now he was holding a knife to his throat?

Qian Renxue couldn't help but lose her composure at her grandfather's maneuver; the corners of her mouth curved up, only to be quickly pulled back into a line.

Ji Ye looked at her, then at Qian Daoliu, and finally at the six Consecrated elders surrounding them.

The group of old men was waiting for his answer.

Lion Douluo was still winking, his meaning clear.

Kid, hurry up and agree; don't be ungrateful.

Ji Ye sighed.

"Do I have a choice?"

Qian Daoliu laughed, and this time, it was a genuine smile.

"No."

"...Then I join."

"Good!" Demon Subduing Douluo was the first to rush over, reaching out to drape an arm around Ji Ye's shoulder.

"I told you! How could such a handsome little guy be a grave robber!"

Ji Ye shot him a sidelong glance.

"That's not what you were saying a moment ago."

"That was a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding." Demon Subduing Douluo laughed it off and leaned in closer.

"Come, come, little fellow, take off that mask and let us old guys have a look. We didn't get a good look earlier."

Ji Ye glanced at Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue said nothing; she had already seen Ji Ye.

Mm, very handsome.

Ji Ye reached up and removed his mask.

The Consecration Hall fell silent once more.

The hand Demon Subduing Douluo had draped over his shoulder froze again.

The several Consecrated elders were stunned once more.

Demon Subduing Douluo struggled for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence.

"Good lad, I was just being polite when I said you were handsome, but damn it, you're actually handsome!"

Lion Douluo crossed his arms over his chest and nodded earnestly.

"Truly handsome. If I had looked like that when I was young, I wouldn't have been a bachelor until eighty."

Feather Douluo circled around Ji Ye.

"This skin, these features, this little face. Even I'm tempted."

Azure Phoenix Douluo cast a cold glance at him.

"Wipe your mouth clean before you speak."

Feather Douluo hurriedly wiped his face again.

Qianjun Douluo walked over and patted Ji Ye on the other shoulder. He didn't say anything, but his expression clearly said:

Little guy, you've got a bright future.

Qian Daoliu stood on the steps, his gaze lingering on Ji Ye's face for a moment before shifting to Qian Renxue.

Then back to Ji Ye.

Then back to Qian Renxue.

He scanned back and forth several times.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood behind him, noticing his eldest brother's gaze, and frowned slightly.

"Big Brother, isn't this too rushed? The kid just arrived."

Qian Daoliu didn't turn his head, his lips moving slightly as his voice reached only Golden Crocodile.

"Not rushed. A seedling like this isn't something you encounter in centuries. Let him stay in Spirit Hall for now, and we'll take it slow."

"In case the two of them hit it off, ahem..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo said nothing more.

Qian Renxue noticed her grandfather's gaze, a flush appearing on her face before quickly vanishing.

She knew her grandfather too well.

She had seen that look before.

It was the same look he used to give the young masters of noble families.

Only, in the past, it was disdain; this time, it seemed to be... satisfaction?

Qian Renxue snorted in her heart.

He's only twelve, barely out of the nest, what's there to be satisfied about?

But she didn't let it show.

Qian Daoliu spoke up.

"Xiaoxue, take him down and find him a room."

"Yes, Grandfather."

Ji Ye broke free from Demon Subduing Douluo's arms and followed Qian Renxue outside.

As he walked out the gates of the Consecration Hall, he heard Lion Douluo's voice from behind.

"Old Seven, how many girls do you think this kid will ruin when he grows up?"

He didn't catch Demon Subduing Douluo's reply, but he heard Feather Douluo's laughter clearly—it was quite wicked.

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