Douluo: I'm Done Pretending, Qian Renxue Is My Wife

It was as if he did not care about anything happening around him.

Those three ignorant youngsters were truly foolish!

Qian Ye knew what they were laughing about, but he did not take it to heart.

"First Soul Skill: Old carrot, young carrot, heal, heal, carrot!"

At once, a carrot appeared in his hand.

His soul ring flashed, and then there was another one—two, three, ten.

"Second Soul Skill: Black carrot, white carrot, Soul Power, Soul Power, carrot!"

Then his second soul ring lit up, producing another carrot—two, three, ten.

"Third Soul Skill: Red carrot, purple carrot, speed, speed, carrot!"

Finally, his third black soul ring lit up, producing one, two, ten.

After making thirty carrots, Qian Ye completed the task and withdrew his soul rings and Martial Soul.

The three of them were in no hurry and simply watched him perform.

Feeling rather pleased with themselves, they did not take a mere Food-type Martial Soul seriously.

Just as the three were about to make their move, another Martial Soul appeared behind Qian Ye, startling them all.

"Twin... Twin Martial Souls!" The Scar-faced Man was genuinely shocked.

Only then did he understand why Qian Ye had summoned his Food-type Martial Soul first, then his Weapon Martial Soul.

"Stay alert!" The Peach-eyed Woman snapped out of her daze and summoned a Martial Soul behind her.

Then one, two, three soul rings rose beneath her.

"Again?" The Peach-eyed Woman's face darkened once more.

She wondered if she had encountered a monster.

She had learned a little about cultivators with Twin Martial Souls from written records.

When the first Martial Soul absorbed soul rings, it was supposedly fairly easy.

However, when the second Martial Soul absorbed soul rings, it came with the danger of death.

Yet this child possessed such strength at such a young age, truly exceeding her expectations.

After releasing her soul rings, the Peach-eyed Woman immediately summoned her Martial Soul as well.

Qian Ye observed her. Her three soul rings were white, yellow, and purple.

Ten-year, hundred-year, thousand-year—so she was in her thirties in level.

However, her soul ring configuration was quite ordinary.

Her second and third soul rings were standard enough.

Buzz, buzz, buzz~

Suddenly, the Scar-faced Man and the Gray-clothed Youth also summoned their Martial Souls and soul rings.

What surprised Qian Ye was that the Scar-faced Man was actually a Soul King above level fifty.

He had no idea where Bibi Dong and the others had captured these three Evil Soul Masters.

Qian Ye knew that Spirit Hall and Evil Soul Masters had always stood opposed to one another.

Evil Soul Masters slaughtered far too much and often harmed innocent people.

At the slightest provocation, a single Evil Soul Master might wipe out an entire village.

A gang of Evil Soul Masters might destroy an entire town.

Thus, besides overseeing the affairs of Soul Masters across the continent, Spirit Hall also bore the indirect duty of eliminating Evil Soul Masters.

Following that logic, Qian Ye concluded that these three Evil Soul Masters had definitely been captured by Ghost and Yue Guan on Bibi Dong's orders.

Bibi Dong's purpose was to test him.

"First Soul Skill: One cleaver, another cleaver, yet another cleaver—every cleaver takes your life!"

The Scar-faced Man struck first. The yellow first soul ring of his Cleaver Martial Soul rose behind him.

His Martial Soul was clearly a Cleaver Martial Soul.

Only, it emanated an evil black aura.

Even the Soul Power around his body was impure, giving off a dark, sinister aura.

His identity as an Evil Soul Master was beyond doubt.

Qian Ye was not afraid of them. What he feared was whether Bibi Dong intended to kill him.

Naturally, Bibi Dong had no such intention. She merely wanted to test him and recruit him.

Qian Ye never fought an unprepared battle. With his trump cards in hand, even if he could not win, escaping would not be a problem.

"Master, do you need White Dragon's help?"

Suddenly, a little girl's voice rang out in his spiritual space.

It was White Dragon.

The system, on the other hand, remained quiet.

He wondered where he would check in next. The greater the rewards, the faster he would level up.

The stronger he became, the fewer dangers he would face.

Buzz, buzz, buzz~

Just then, cleaver after cleaver flew straight at him.

The Scar-faced Man's Martial Soul was indeed powerful. As a level fifty-two Soul King, his strength was there for all to see, and his attacks were formidable.

No wonder he was so arrogant.

Meanwhile, the Peach-eyed Woman and the Gray-clothed Youth had already retreated to the side, showing no intention of attacking together.

They planned to let the Scar-faced Man fight first, believing that someone in his fifties would have a better chance against someone in his thirties.

But they were truly wrong.

And terribly wrong at that.

A cheat was not something to be wasted.

There were only a handful of people who could defeat him.

Bibi Dong, Qian Daoliu, Gu Yuena, Bo Saixi—perhaps they still had a slight chance now.

Later on, though? Haha.

Otherwise, even a Title Douluo would not be worth his notice.

Qian Ye watched the ten cleavers fly toward him, one after another.

He did not panic.

He remained completely calm.

With only a sinister smile, his body blurred into an afterimage and vanished from where he stood.

A Fierce Fight

Eh?

When the Scar-faced Man saw Qian Ye disappear from his original spot, he was startled.

This little child had brought him far too many shocks.

He even felt an unprecedented sense of fear from him.

He had no idea what was wrong with him.

He was just a brat of around six years old. No matter how strong he was, how strong could he really be?

At most, he's just putting on a front.

The Scar-faced Man glanced back at Bibi Dong. Seeing her sitting there and watching the show made his eyes redden with fury.

He suddenly had the urge to skin her alive and pull out her tendons.

Of course, that thought was dangerous, impractical, and unrealistic.

But the other way around would make sense.

Slap~

Suddenly, a burning slap landed on his face.

Just as the Scar-faced Man was about to retaliate, a gust of wind swept past his cheek, followed by another burning strike.

Slap, slap, slap~

One slap after another rang out.

Qian Ye's technique was skillful, slapping the Scar-faced Man until stars swam before his eyes and the world spun around him.

He was just a little short of being unable to endure it.

The Scar-faced Man had been beaten senseless and had no chance to fight back.

At last, the slaps stopped. He staggered back several steps before managing to steady himself.

When the Peach-eyed Woman looked over, the Scar-faced Man's face had already swollen into a balloon.

She was secretly alarmed and sucked in a cold breath.

Afraid that Qian Ye would attack her next, she raised both hands before her chest and prepared to defend herself.

Only then did the Scar-faced Man recover his senses. He looked up to see Qian Ye still standing in the same place as before, completely motionless.

As someone who had fought countless battles, he could naturally see it clearly.

After exchanging blows with him, Qian Ye had managed to remain calm, without a flushed face, racing heart, or heavy breathing.

It was as if he had not been the one doing the beating.

There had to be something extraordinary about him.

"You don't hit people in the face, don't you know that?" the Scar-faced Man said pitifully, his swollen face aching.

"Objection overruled!" Qian Ye stared coldly at him, like an eagle eyeing a chick.

The Scar-faced Man still had not expected his speed to be so fast.

It seemed that the woman's order for the three of them to kill him was far from a simple task.

Good... very good!

Even if he died, he would first have a proper fight.

Qian Ye said, "Do you even have a face left?"

"What do you mean?" the Scar-faced Man demanded angrily.

"Think about it yourself!"

The Scar-faced Man's face stretched long as the second soul ring beneath him lit up. "Second Soul Skill: One cleaver, another cleaver, yet another cleaver—blades and shadows, broken flying cleavers, broken cleavers fly!"

Suddenly, blade-light and shadows filled every direction as broken cleavers came flying in.

In an instant, Qian Ye was surrounded from head to toe by a mass of broken cleavers.

Seeing this, Qian Ye got serious.

People like this could not be tolerated.

Qian Ye decided to show him a little more of what he could do. "Invincible Golden Body!"

Whether he was a tiger or a dragon, bringing him out for a walk would make it clear.

With a shout from Qian Ye, golden light flowed across his entire body, turning him completely reddish-gold.