The Mysterious Swordsman

This matter had troubled Qian Renxue for a long time; every time she wanted to ask, it would end up unresolved.

Now that the opportunity had finally arrived, she was determined not to let it slip away.

Chen Qi fell silent upon hearing this. As a qualified transmigrator, one's identity was a matter of great importance.

First, it was difficult to explain clearly; second, it was necessary to prevent malicious individuals from using it as leverage.

However, for Chen Qi, these two points had almost no impact.

When he first transmigrated, Qian Renxue and Qian Daoliu were both present.

Although Qian Daoliu had attributed Chen Qi's appearance entirely to the Angel God based on his own interpretation, Qian Renxue did not think so.

Her curiosity was ridiculously intense; he didn't know who she had inherited it from.

As for threats from malicious individuals, that was even more impossible. With Spirit Hall as his backing, unless a god personally descended, he, Chen Qi, was an invincible existence.

"Do you really want to know?"

Qian Renxue nodded firmly at his words.

"Yes, I want to know everything about you, if you are willing to tell me."

Chen Qi sighed and, having made up his mind, began to speak.

"That world is not like Douluo Continent, where everyone possesses a martial soul. The people there are all mortals, unable to truss a chicken, and extremely fragile.

However, they use their brains. Relying on their intelligence, they built countless powerful weapons in just a hundred years, and even started wars over mere money, leading to the suffering of all living things.

A century later, technology advanced further. People no longer needed to walk or use carriages to travel; instead, they had convenient tools like cars, trains, and airplanes.

Things called mobile phones and computers changed everyone's lives. Entertainment no longer required a cost; one only needed to open social media to find joy. The era I lived in was exactly that time.

My greatest pleasure every day was turning on the computer to play all kinds of games; once I started, I could lose an entire day to it."

Listening to Chen Qi's introduction, Qian Renxue felt a deep longing for that life.

Mobile phones and computers sounded far better than the melodramatic novels she read, and cars, trains, and airplanes were modes of transport she had never even heard of—they sounded much more imposing than horse-drawn carriages.

"Chen Qi, can you take me to see your world?"

"I want to go too, but I don't know where it is. I just took a nap and became your martial soul."

Chen Qi sighed, feeling quite helpless. No matter which transmigrator it was, none of them knew the way home.

Even if they did, it would only be near the grand finale. Like Chen Qi, who knew the beginning but not the end, he had absolutely no idea where Blue Star was.

Thump!

Qian Renxue stood up abruptly. She grabbed Chen Qi by the shoulders and said.

"Chen Qi, don't worry! Since you have become my martial soul, I will definitely be responsible for you. I will absolutely find the world you came from!"

Whether she could find it or not was a different matter.

Qian Renxue had stood up so suddenly and vividly that Chen Qi, who had no experience with women, could hardly handle it.

He considered himself the world's number one Suppressor Immortal, yet he failed to suppress his own impulses and completely lost control.

"Uh, Master... don't you feel a bit cold all of a sudden?"

A fictional breeze blew by. Qian Renxue looked down, saw her own curvaceous figure, and then saw Chen Qi in such close proximity, immediately realizing the situation.

"Ah! Chen Qi, you pervert!"

Smack! Smack! Smack!

On the oversized sofa in the living room, Chen Qi lay in his bathrobe, looking utterly exhausted, with two bright red palm prints clearly visible on his face.

What kind of sin did I commit? She was the one who stood up, why slap me?

Chen Qi roared in his heart. If he had known it would turn out like this, he shouldn't have agreed to bathe together. Not only did it lead to an unpleasant situation, but it also inexplicably ruined his handsome face.

"Um, Chen Qi, I'm sorry. I was just acting on impulse..."

Chen Qi waved his hand dismissively and said.

"Forget it, forget it. It was my lack of consideration. Let's go back to using a screen in the future."

"Okay!"

After the bath, Chen Qi and Qian Renxue looked like different people. When they arrived, they were no different from beggars.

Now, they looked like they had stepped out of a fairy tale; who wouldn't be mesmerized by such a handsome man and beautiful woman?

At dinner time, the three of them tidied up and headed to the hotel restaurant.

"Chen Qi, this food smells so fragrant!"

Qian Renxue was already dizzy from the aroma. As a little foodie, she had absolutely no defense against food.

Looking at the dazzling array of dishes in front of her, she wished she could put them all into her bowl and eat them all.

"Your Excellency, we meet again."

The general manager appeared from somewhere and walked up to Pufferfish Douluo, bowing respectfully.

"What are you here for again?"

"It is like this, Your Excellency. A mysterious swordsman just heard that you were here and told me he wished to spar with you. I wonder if you would be willing to go?"

Pufferfish Douluo was somewhat puzzled upon hearing this, unsure if the man's request for a spar was born of goodwill or some deep-seated grudge.

"What does the man look like?"

"Reporting to Your Excellency, that swordsman wears a bamboo hat, so his face cannot be seen. However, I speculate that he is quite old; he always keeps his hands behind his back, looking like a master living in seclusion."

A swordsman? A master living in seclusion?

When Chen Qi heard these two terms, he immediately thought of one person. That man also practiced the sword, and as for his strength, it went without saying. As far as he knew, that man's attainments in the way of the sword could be called the best in the world.

If it were him, Pufferfish Douluo would likely be in grave danger.

"Young Mistress, what is your opinion?"

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

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

Hearing Qian Renxue say this, Pufferfish Douluo no longer had any concerns. As a Title Douluo, if someone challenged him and he refused, wouldn't it be a laughingstock?

Thus, Pufferfish Douluo agreed to the spar and followed the general manager out through a side door.

"Hehe, Uncle Pufferfish has left. Chen Qi, let's eat our fill."

Chen Qi nodded. Indeed, nothing was more important than filling one's stomach; Pufferfish Douluo would at most end up with a few bruises, but food was not always available.

Consequently, Qian Renxue and Chen Si began to feast in the cafeteria, their massive appetites leaving passersby dumbfounded.

They had lived this long and it was the first time they had seen people who could eat so much, especially a woman. Could it be that they had been starving for a long, long time and were trying to make up for it?

"Master, you are attracting too much attention."

On a double chair, Chen Qi watched Qian Renxue eating frantically, along with the pairs of eyes staring at them from all around. It was too socially awkward.

"Why care so much? I'll eat however I want. It's none of their business."

Bang!

The cafeteria doors were pushed open with great force, and Snake Spear Douluo walked in, supporting a bloodied and battered Pufferfish Douluo.

The people inside saw the blood-covered man and, thinking he was some kind of perverted serial killer, scrambled to flee the cafeteria.

Qian Renxue, her mouth stuffed with food, looked up and froze in place. Just what kind of swordsman could have injured Pufferfish Douluo to such an extent!