After a long while.
Qian Renxue finally managed to compose herself and turned her thoughts to the rewards from the Diary Copy.
She had originally planned to ask about the future of Spirit Hall, everything concerning Spirit Hall, and whether her twenty years of effort would pay off.
But now, Qian Renxue had changed her mind. She wasn't the only one with a Diary Copy, so asking about Spirit Hall's future might expose her.
In that case, she would learn about her own life instead!
Qian Renxue gazed at the night sky, her eyes resolute and her emotions complicated.
"Tomorrow... we'll see together what your life was like, and why you refused to accept me, your own daughter."
"Heh."
That night, Qian Renxue was destined to lie awake.
That night, Bibi Dong was also sleepless.
That night, Su Chen kept cultivating, while Fei Yanyan didn't even close his eyes. He stood guard over Su Chen for the entire night!
Morning.
A beautiful new day began. Sunshine, a gentle breeze, and fresh air always made people feel the boundless vigor and hope of life.
Another day full of energy!
Su Chen woke from his cultivation, his face lighting up with delight. He said cheerfully,
"I actually made it to level sixteen."
Suddenly.
Su Chen turned his head and saw Yan nearby, staring straight at him with dark circles under his eyes.
Good grief!
Could this guy really have stayed up all night, watching him cultivate?
He really... I'm going to cry...
"Hmph!"
When Yan saw Su Chen look his way, he snorted and sneered. "You only broke through to level sixteen, and you're already so pleased with yourself?"
"You're eighteen now, aren't you? We're about the same age. Heh!"
Heh, my ass!
Su Chen understood now. If he didn't beat this kid up, he'd keep bouncing around all day, completely unaware of how many eyes Ma Wangye had!
Su Chen rose with a smile, looking at Yan with a teasing glint in his eyes. He said casually,
"You can keep being her lapdog, and I'll be the Dragon King. We could've stayed out of each other's way, but you've been acting up too much."
"In that case, let's do what we talked about yesterday... and have a man-to-man fight!"
Yan's face lit up at once. He looked at Su Chen excitedly and asked,
"You said it yourself! You're the one who challenged me, so..." As he spoke, he happened to look toward Hu Liena's tent, just as she walked out.
Yan hurriedly said,
"Nana, I'm not bullying him! He's the one who challenged me. Since he's only level sixteen, I won't use Soul Skills when I fight him."
Great.
At last, he could teach that pretty boy a lesson.
Hu Liena glanced at Yan, then turned to Su Chen and asked, "You want to spar with him?"
Su Chen nodded slightly.
"I'll play along."
Yue Guan and Gui Mei perked up as well. While Su Chen had cultivated the night before, they had clearly sensed the powerful force coursing through him as he practiced the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
Now that the two were about to spar, they naturally wanted to see what Su Chen could do to make the Pope value him so highly.
Hu Liena had complete faith in Su Chen. After hesitating for a moment, she quietly reminded him,
"Try not to hit him too hard. Otherwise, it'll be a pain to bring him along after this!"
Huh?
Yan looked bewildered at Hu Liena's words. Shouldn't you be saying that to me?
"Hmph!"
"Don't worry, Nana. I'll go easy on him," Yan said earnestly.
The next moment.
Frost formed over Su Chen's hands, and a terrifying chill spread through the area.
Seeing this, Yue Guan and Gui Mei frowned. Yan didn't seem to take Su Chen seriously at all, so Yue Guan called out a warning.
"Yan, hurry and use a Soul Skill to defend yourself!"
"No need."
Yan simply released his Martial Soul—the Flame Overlord. His yellow, yellow, purple, and purple Soul Rings appeared, and he charged straight at Su Chen.
"To deal with a Soul Master with only level fifteen Soul Power, I only need to make a slight effort..."
"Heaven Frost Fist!"
Su Chen struck out with both hands. With a boom, a terrifying force surged forth. Before Yan could react, he was instantly frozen solid.
Not only that, but everything within several meters of Yan was frozen over as well.
Everyone: ???
The scene fell silent as death.
Su Chen lowered his hands, and the terrifying frost receded.
"The Heaven Frost Fist is a technique that demands an unyielding spirit and immense inner strength. Every fist contains another fist, every move hides another move. Once killing intent rises, nothing can stand in its way."
When Xiong Ba had taught Qin Shuang, he'd said those words and then frozen an entire building in the next instant.
Su Chen's cultivation was profound, and his technique was the complete version. He hadn't even exerted much strength, after all. Yan was only a Soul Ancestor.
Tang San: What the hell? How could this be a martial art from the same world as mine?
Crack, crack—!
Yan broke free of the ice, instantly flying into a rage. He cursed,
"Damn it!"
"You ambushed me! That doesn't count..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he charged at Su Chen even faster.
Thud!
Yan's fist came crashing down. Su Chen merely raised a hand and blocked it with ease, then kicked him in the stomach.
Yan went flying dozens of meters.
Su Chen said, feeling a little exasperated,
"Should I call you stupid, or praise you for keeping your word? You've seen what I can do, and you still won't use a Soul Skill?"
"Use your strongest Soul Skill!"
Yan scrambled to his feet and stared at Su Chen from a distance, his head buzzing. Su Chen hadn't used a Soul Skill. He hadn't even released his Martial Soul. How could he have taken him down in a single blow?
"Fine!"
With a furious roar, Yan gritted his teeth and charged again.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Magma Surge!"
As he drew near, waves of fire erupted around him. Two streams of flame wound around each other and shot toward Su Chen.
"Heaven Frost Fist!"
With the same move, Su Chen sent terrifying frost surging forth from both fists.
This time, Yan and his Soul Skill were frozen solid together.
Yue Guan could finally contain himself no longer. He exclaimed in shock, "How is this possible? What's your Martial Soul? Is its rank that much higher than his?"
Hu Liena and Xie Yue stared at Su Chen in disbelief. The entire Soul Skill had been frozen.
Just how strong was Su Chen?
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Su Chen's feet blurred into a streak. In the next instant, he appeared in front of Yan and reached out to tap him between the brows.
Crack.
The ice around Yan shattered. He stood there in a daze. If he had truly fought Su Chen, he wouldn't even have had the chance to release his Martial Soul.
Gui Mei's eyes widened. Su Chen's speed had clearly shocked him.
In Hu Liena and Xie Yue's eyes, all they saw was a blur. The next instant, the frost around Yan shattered.
Yue Guan was just as astonished. He clapped and exclaimed,
"Impressive! Impressive!"
"No wonder our Pope's disciple, Hu Liena, took a liking to you. Even a Titled Douluo would be badly hurt if caught off guard by that kind of speed."
His words carried a hint of seductive charm.
Su Chen couldn't help shuddering. He said,
"That's nothing. We simply cultivate different paths, and you've never seen mine before."
A hundred years of cultivation in a high-martial world, picking on a Soul Ancestor... I do feel a little bad. As for badly hurting a Titled Douluo, please, one Hidden Weapon would be enough!