Becoming Han the Runner, Blocking the Bridge is a Dog, Qian Renxue

Hum—

Han Yu landed on a clearing on the outskirts of the Sunset Forest with Ye Lingling. The frequent, short-term activation of his Thunder Escape soul bone skill left his face deathly pale.

Ye Lingling's face was flushed red, her modest chest heaving as she lowered her head and draped Han Yu's arm over her shoulder.

When Han Yu's arm pressed against her exposed shoulder, her body trembled slightly. This was the first time a man had been this close to her; she subconsciously pulled her veil higher and turned her gaze away.

This was simply because Han Yu was currently shirtless, with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

Suppressing the strange feeling in her heart, Ye Lingling supported Han Yu and walked toward the trees ahead.

A few breaths later.

Dugu Bo descended from the sky and hurriedly stepped forward to feed Han Yu a few pills.

He had dropped Qin Ming off outside Heaven Dou City and chased after them the entire way, never expecting Han Yu's speed to be so great that he had already escaped to the Sunset Forest in such a short time.

"Holy Son, I will take you back to the sect." Dugu Bo frowned, his tone anxious.

Han Yu summoned the Mystic Array Disk, tapped it lightly beneath his feet, and shook his head. "No rush. That Title Douluo is incredibly powerful; if he truly wanted to kill me, I wouldn't have been able to escape."

Bolstered by the pills and a Spirit Gathering Array, he quickly regulated the soul power within his body.

Ye Lingling, standing within the range of the Spirit Gathering Array, looked on in shock, her small hand rising to cover her mouth.

She discovered that the soul power in the air had increased—this was unprecedented. Never had she seen anyone increase the concentration of soul power in such an instant.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Just then, a feminine voice rang out.

Han Yu snapped his head up, golden electric arcs flashing in his eyes.

He squinted, his eyes widening as he saw a spray of golden petals hurtling toward him, and he desperately threw his body to the side.

Whoosh—

A gash appeared where Han Yu's neck met his right shoulder, blood spurting out as his body tumbled backward across the ground.

"Who is it!? Get out here!" Dugu Bo roared in fury, flicking his hands to cast several globs of deep green venom.

A thick mist instantly expanded around him, shielding Han Yu and Ye Lingling as his eyes locked onto two figures in the sky.

"Hehehe, he actually dodged it. What an interesting little fellow." The person on the left flicked his high golden ponytail, placed a finger in an orchid gesture before his lips, and let out a cold laugh.

"It's you, Spirit Hall's Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo." Dugu Bo glared at Ju Hua Guan, snorting through his nose as he spoke in a low voice.

"You old poison-maker, you refuse to join our Spirit Hall, yet you choose to join a tiny sect instead. Tsk tsk." Chrysanthemum Douluo shook his head lightly, placing a hand to his forehead with a mocking tone.

"If you have a grudge, settle it with me. Bullying a child—what kind of behavior is that?" Dugu Bo scoffed, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Why waste words with him?" Gui Mei, who had been silent for a long time, said softly.

His figure dissolved into a black shadow, and the next instant, a hole suddenly tore through the poisonous mist.

Han Yu scrambled up from the ground clutching his right shoulder. Before he could even catch his breath, he frantically channeled his Evil-Warding Divine Thunder, using his remaining soul power to trigger the Wind-Thunder Wings soul bone skill.

Whoosh—

The afterimage he left behind dissipated into specks of golden light.

"Hmph, a petty trick." A flicker of shock crossed Gui Mei's eyes, followed by a sneer.

His soul rings lit up one by one, and his body stopped mid-air. With a light tap against the void, he shot off in the opposite direction like an arrow.

As Han Yu activated his soul bone skill, the pain in his shoulder caused his internal soul power to stagnate, and a sense of despair and helplessness rose in his eyes.

Almost simultaneously, a beam of white light transformed into petals and landed on Han Yu's right shoulder, healing the wound instantly.

Han Yu's eyes sharpened. He fell straight back into the golden hole behind him, his right hand brushing over his Mystic Array Disk martial soul as his second soul ring lit up, stabilizing a large expanse of space.

Gui Mei's figure was frozen in mid-air for a split second.

By the time he recovered, Han Yu had already vanished, taking Ye Lingling with him.

"Damn brat!" Gui Mei cursed in anger, quickly tracking the direction Han Yu had fled.

Just as he was about to give chase to kill the brat who had toyed with him, a cold, detached voice made him stop in his tracks.

"I will pursue him myself. Neither of you is to move."

A golden arc streaked across the sky, flying in the direction Han Yu had taken.

Gui Mei and Chrysanthemum Douluo exchanged a look, their eyes filled with helplessness.

Ye Lingling helped Han Yu land once more.

This time, her eyes were resolute. To exert more force, she pressed against Han Yu's chest, supporting his arm as she hurried into the forest.

She never expected that Han Yu could survive an attack from a Title Douluo, let alone escape with her in tow.

She swore that no one among her peers had ever earned her admiration like this. Han Yu was undoubtedly the most brilliant person she had ever met. In this moment, she had truly chosen to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—or rather, she had chosen to follow Han Yu, this future prodigy of the heavens.

"Holy Son, if we survive this, please allow me to follow you." Ye Lingling's gaze was earnest, her beautiful eyes locked onto Han Yu's as she spoke with sincerity.

Han Yu was amused to the point of laughter, casting a helpless glance at Ye Lingling. "Now is really not the time to be saying things like that."

The result was exactly as Han Yu had expected.

A piercing whistle cut through the air as a golden figure descended from the sky.

It was Qian Renxue with her martial soul manifested. The angel sigil on her forehead glowed, her hair and eyes turned a brilliant gold, and a pair of pure, holy wings wreathed in golden flames unfurled from her back. She hovered a foot above the ground, the Angel Holy Sword held upright in her hand.

Beneath her feet, five soul rings—two yellow, one purple, and two black—rotated slowly, radiating an invisible pressure.

"Submit to me," Qian Renxue said, her golden eyes indifferent, her tone that of a command.

Han Yu clenched his fists, feeling the meager soul power remaining in his body, his eyes flickering.

He sneered, turning his head away and feigning indignation. "You? After three Title Douluo have already attacked me, you expect me to submit to you now?"

Qian Renxue's willow brows furrowed slightly at these words, and her tone softened. "You cannot defeat me."

Han Yu shook his head slowly. With Ye Lingling's support, he drew a refined iron longsword from his soul tool and raised it, his eyes burning with defiance.

Under the cover of the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder, his heart hammered against his ribs as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.

A moment later.

Qian Renxue landed on the ground and retracted her martial soul. She stood in place, watching Han Yu silently, and said, "I will give you half an hour to recover. If you cannot defeat me then, you will submit."

Han Yu let out a breath of relief, bowed in salute, and immediately sat cross-legged.

Without the aid of a Spirit Gathering Array, his soul power recovered at a glacial pace, and he began to contemplate his next move.

Unobtrusively, he gestured behind his back to set up a concealment array. He then manifested the soul ring of his Mystic Array Disk, and his third soul ring flickered quietly.

A new layer of illusion was cast over the surrounding environment.

Qian Renxue turned her head as if sensing something, but seeing that Han Yu and Ye Lingling remained unchanged, she closed her eyes to rest and paid them no further mind.