Brilliant, Truly Brilliant! Qian Wushuang's Unsparing Praise!

"No!" Just as Qian Wuji was marveling at his two grandnephews' monstrous talent, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

As if he had remembered something important, he grabbed Qian Wushuang's arm and said excitedly, "Big Brother! What did you just say? Xiao Heng's current soul power level has already reached rank thirty, right?!"

"Doesn't that mean the third death seat has already condensed inside Xiao Heng's martial soul, the Death Angel's Life Realm?"

"Then our old man, wouldn't he..." A fervent light flickered in Qian Wushuang's eyes.

"Exactly!" Hearing this, Qian Wushuang lifted his teacup and took an unhurried sip, then smiled faintly. "Counting the slots, it should be our old man's turn."

"Then what are we waiting here for?" Qian Wuji sprang up from his chair at once, grabbed Qian Wushuang's sleeve with his backhand, and was about to rush outside in a frenzy.

As he walked, he shouted, "Hurry, hurry! Let's go to the Hall of Douluo right now and dig our old man out!"

"I imagine that after lying in that pitch-black broken box down below for so many years, the old man must be sick of it by now!"

Seeing his younger brother in such an impatient state, Qian Wushuang swatted his hand away in annoyance and said, "You think I didn't want to hurry?"

"I've wanted Xiao Heng to revive our father for ages, but who knew when you would come back?"

"How could you be missing from something like this? When our old man comes back to life, we'll give him a surprise!"

As he spoke, Qian Wushuang held up five fingers and said with a smile, "Five generations under one roof. Starting from our father, then us brothers, then Liu'er, then Xunji, Xiao Heng, and Xiao Xue—five whole generations. Just thinking about it is exciting!"

The two brothers briefly imagined their old father crawling out of his coffin and seeing such a huge family, that utterly dumbfounded expression on his face, and they could not help looking at each other and smiling.

The two wasted no more time. Shoulder to shoulder, they left the Supreme Elder Hall and strode toward the training ground behind it.

The sunlight was bright. In the center of the training ground, beneath the sun's glow, the shadows of the two figures standing there were stretched long.

Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue, brother and sister, each held a sharp sword condensed entirely from pure soul power as they fought fiercely across the wide field.

"Clang—"

"Clang—"

"Clang—"

The crisp sounds of blades clashing rang out without end.

Qian Renheng held a Dark Angel Sword, black as ink and exuding a dense aura of death and destruction!

What Qian Renxue gripped was a Holy Angel Sword glowing with golden light and imbued with light and flame!

That was right. This was Qian Renheng's self-created soul skill, Angel Sword. After a month of bitter practice and adjustment, Qian Renheng had already mastered this self-created soul skill completely.

The Angel Sword condensed in her hand was almost solid, not only sharp and hard, but also especially gorgeous in appearance.

"Mm..." Qian Wushuang and Qian Wuji stood in the shade of the trees at the edge of the training ground, watching quietly.

Qian Wushuang nodded slightly and commented, "Although their sword technique looks chaotic, and could even be said to be full of flaws and weaknesses, with the angles of their strikes guided purely by instinct..."

"But how old are they now? Six-year-old children, that's all, yet they can already skillfully use soul power to condense weapons and engage in high-intensity combat. Impressive. Very impressive!"

What the two were practicing right now was naturally not the Qian family's inherited sword technique, the Angel Sword Technique, but the most basic of basic sword techniques: chopping, slashing, thrusting, lifting, and other fundamental moves.

A tower ten thousand zhang high rose from level ground; every advanced sword technique had been tempered and evolved from these most basic sword techniques.

Qian Wushuang had long since made his plans. Once Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue had completely integrated the basic sword techniques and turned them into muscle memory...

That would be when these old fellows personally taught the siblings the Qian family inheritance, the Angel Sword Technique!

Inside the training ground, sword energy crisscrossed.

The two little ones were completely immersed in battle, wholly unaware of Qian Wushuang and Qian Wuji's arrival.

Qian Renxue's fair, tender hands gripped the Angel Sword that was half a head taller than her, her pearly teeth biting hard into her lower lip as she desperately withstood Qian Renheng's stormlike assault.

"Brother! Don't hold back for Xiao Xue!" Qian Renxue shouted stubbornly while blocking with difficulty.

She could clearly feel that her brother was not using his full strength, and was even deliberately slowing down his sword speed to feed her moves!

"Brother, Xiao Xue can handle it. Use your full strength. Xiao Xue can bear it all!"

"Fine, then. Be careful!"

Qian Renheng smiled calmly at her words. Since his younger sister had made that request, he would satisfy her.

The moment his words fell, the black Angel Sword in Qian Renheng's hand trembled sharply, and the black soul power attached to the blade instantly surged several degrees.

His swordsmanship abruptly became swift and fierce. His attack speed increased by more than double, like a black venomous snake flicking its tongue, every move pressing straight toward vital points!

As the Angel Sword in Qian Renheng's hand swung faster and faster, the sounds of metal clashing became dense as rain.

Gradually, Qian Renxue's steps began to grow disordered, the webbing between her thumb and forefinger shaking until it went numb. She could no longer parry the terrifying offensive at all.

"Clang—"

Qian Renheng spotted an opening, flicked his wrist, and his blade struck precisely at the force-bearing point of Qian Renxue's sword hilt.

A burst of skillful force erupted, directly knocking the golden Angel Sword from Qian Renxue's hand and sending it flying.

The longsword hit the ground and turned into specks of light. The outcome was decided!

"Not bad, Xiao Xue. Your reaction speed is much faster than a few days ago. You actually managed to withstand my fierce attacks for that long. You've improved a lot!"

With a turn of his wrist, Qian Renheng dispersed the black Angel Sword in his hand. Smiling, he stepped forward, reached out, and pulled Qian Renxue, who had fallen to the ground from exhaustion, back to her feet.

Qian Renxue took the help and stood, wiping the cold sweat beading on her forehead with her sleeve. Not only was she not discouraged by her defeat, she instead said with a grin, "Hehe! It's all thanks to Brother's guidance during this time. Xiao Xue will work even harder and try to last one more incense stick's worth of time next time!"

"Clap, clap, clap—"

"Clap, clap, clap—"

Just as the siblings were reviewing the fight with each other, a burst of crisp applause suddenly came from the edge of the woods.

Qian Wushuang and Qian Wuji, both wearing affectionate smiles, strode out from beneath the shade of the trees while clapping.

"Good. Very good!" Qian Wushuang was not stingy with his praise and said with a smile, "For your age, being able to fight at this level is already quite outstanding."

"Brilliant, truly brilliant! Your control of strength and grasp of timing were both commendable!"

Qian Renheng and Qian Renxue looked toward the sound. When they saw the two walking side by side toward them, they immediately called out respectfully, "Great-grandfather! Great-granduncle!"