The Mysterious Swordsman

This had troubled Qian Renxue for a long time. Every time she tried to ask, the conversation fizzled out.

Now she finally had the chance, and she absolutely wouldn't let it slip by.

Chen Qi fell silent at her question. As a qualified transmigrator, one's identity was extremely important.

For one thing, it was hard to explain. For another, it could keep villains from using it as leverage.

But for Chen Qi, neither of those concerns mattered much.

When he had transmigrated, Qian Renxue and Qian Daoliu had both been there.

Though Qian Daoliu had credited Chen Qi's arrival entirely to the Angel God, based on his own interpretation, Qian Renxue didn't see it that way.

Her curiosity was absurdly strong. He didn't know who she'd inherited it from.

As for villains threatening him, that was even less likely. With Spirit Hall backing him, unless a god personally intervened, Chen Qi was practically invincible.

"Do you really want to know?"

At his question, Qian Renxue nodded firmly.

"Mm. I want to know everything about you, if you're willing to tell me."

Chen Qi sighed, made up his mind, and began.

"That world wasn't like the Douluo Continent, where everyone had a Martial Soul. Everyone there was an ordinary person, too weak to even truss a chicken, and incredibly frail.

"But they knew how to use their brains. Relying on their ingenuity, they created countless powerful weapons in just a hundred years. They even went to war over a little money, leaving countless lives in ruins.

"A century later, technology advanced further. People no longer had to walk or ride in carriages to get around. They had convenient forms of transport like cars, trains, and airplanes.

"Things called mobile phones and computers changed everyone's lives. Entertainment no longer cost a thing; you only had to open social media to find something fun. That was the era I lived in.

"My greatest pleasure each day was turning on my computer and playing all kinds of games. Every time I started, I could lose an entire day to them."

Listening to Chen Qi's description, Qian Renxue longed to see what life was like there.

Mobile phones and computers sounded far better than the melodramatic novels she read. And cars, trains, and airplanes—she'd never even heard of such modes of transport. They sounded much more impressive than carriages.

"Chen Qi, could you take me to your world?"

"I wish I could, but I don't know where it is. I just went to sleep and woke up as your Martial Soul."

Chen Qi sighed helplessly. No matter which transmigrator you asked, none of them knew the way home.

Even if they did, they only found out near the end of the story. As for someone like Chen Qi, who didn't even know whether his story had an ending, he had no idea where Blue Star was.

Thump!

Qian Renxue sprang to her feet and grabbed Chen Qi by the shoulders.

"Don't worry, Chen Qi. Since you've become my Martial Soul, I'll take responsibility for you. I'll find the world you came from, no matter what!"

Whether she could find it was another matter.

Qian Renxue had just risen so naturally, and inexperienced Chen Qi had no idea how to handle it.

He'd thought himself the world's greatest Suppressor Immortal, but he hadn't been able to suppress it. He'd completely let himself go.

"Um, Master... don't you feel a little cold all of a sudden?"

A fictional breeze swept by. Qian Renxue looked down and saw her own shapely body, as well as Chen Qi right before her eyes. She immediately realized what was happening.

"Ah! Chen Qi, you pervert!"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

On the huge sofa in the living room, Chen Qi lay in a bathrobe, looking exhausted. Two bright red handprints stood out clearly on his face.

"What the hell did I do to deserve this? She was the one who stood up. Why did she slap me?"

Chen Qi roared inwardly. He should never have agreed to bathe together. Besides the awkwardness, it had somehow left a mark on his handsome face.

"Um, Chen Qi, I'm sorry. I got carried away just now and..."

Chen Qi waved a hand dismissively.

"Forget it, forget it. I should've thought it through, too. From now on, we'll go back to bathing behind the screen."

"Okay!"

After their baths, Chen Qi and Qian Renxue looked like different people. When they'd arrived, they'd looked no better than a pair of beggars.

Now they looked like they'd stepped out of a fairy tale. What a handsome man and beautiful woman—they were enough to make anyone swoon.

At dinnertime, the three of them tidied up and headed to the hotel restaurant,

"Chen Qi, doesn't all this food smell amazing?"

Qian Renxue was already dizzy from the delicious aroma. As a little glutton, she was utterly defenseless against food.

Looking at the dazzling array of dishes before her, she wished she could pile every last one into her bowl and eat it all.

"Your Excellency, we meet again."

The general manager appeared from who knew where, approached Pufferfish Douluo, and bowed respectfully.

"What do you want this time?"

"It's like this, Your Excellency. A mysterious swordsman just heard that you were here and told me he wanted to spar with you. Would you be willing to go?"

Pufferfish Douluo was unsure whether the man wanted a friendly spar or harbored some deep grudge against him.

"What does he look like?"

"Your Excellency, the swordsman wore a bamboo hat, so I couldn't see his face. But I'd guess he's not young. He kept his hands behind his back, like some reclusive master."

A swordsman? A reclusive master?

Hearing those words, Chen Qi immediately thought of someone. He was a swordsman, too, and there was no need to question his strength. As far as Chen Qi knew, his mastery of the sword was the greatest in the world.

If it was him, Pufferfish Douluo was probably in for a grim fate.

"Your Highness, what do you think?"

Unable to make up his mind, Pufferfish Douluo asked Qian Renxue what she thought.

"Uncle Pufferfish, if you want to fight, go ahead. Don't worry about me."

Hearing Qian Renxue say that, Pufferfish Douluo no longer had any reservations. As a Titled Douluo, if he refused a challenge, wouldn't everyone laugh at him?

So Pufferfish Douluo accepted the spar and followed the general manager out through a side door.

"Hehe, Uncle Pufferfish is gone. Chen Qi, let's eat."

Chen Qi nodded. No matter how important anything else was, nothing mattered more than eating. At worst, Pufferfish Douluo would come back covered in bruises, but food didn't come around all the time.

So Qian Renxue and Chen Si dug into the food in the cafeteria. Their appetites left passersby staring in amazement.

They'd never seen anyone eat so much in their lives, especially a woman. Had she been starving for ages and decided to eat enough to make up for it?

"Master, too many people are watching you."

Sitting on a two-person bench, Chen Qi watched Qian Renxue devour her food while pairs of eyes stared at them from all around. It was mortifying.

"Why should I care? I'll eat however I want. They can't tell me what to do."

Crash!

Someone shoved open the cafeteria doors with a bang. Snake Lance Douluo helped Pufferfish Douluo inside, his whole body covered in wounds.

Seeing the blood-soaked man enter, everyone inside thought he was some deranged killer and scrambled to get out of the cafeteria.

Qian Renxue, her cheeks stuffed with food, looked up and froze. What kind of swordsman could have wounded Pufferfish Douluo this badly?!