Prince Xue Beng, Copying Qian Renxue!

"Hey, are you blind?!"

The youth who had bumped into Xia Yuan looked at him with some annoyance.

He appeared five or six years older than Xia Yuan. Though he was dressed lavishly, he had the air of a street thug.

Xia Yuan frowned. Could it really be such a coincidence that Xue Beng had come looking for trouble?

"First of all, you were the one who bumped into me." Xia Yuan looked at the youth calmly. "Apologize to me."

"Hm?" The youth looked at Xia Yuan in surprise, then burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Several other youths nearby, along with a few alluring women, also laughed together with the youth who had bumped into Xia Yuan.

One of them pointed at Xia Yuan, laughing so hard he bent over. "You... do you know who we are?"

"I'm not interested in knowing who you are," Xia Yuan said flatly. "I only know that if you don't apologize, I'll convince you with reason."

Whether or not they were Xue Beng's group, they could not be very strong. Xia Yuan could sense that much.

More importantly, in order to avoid being purged by his elder brother Xue Qinghe, Xue Beng pretended to be a playboy every day and did not dare cultivate seriously at all.

Of course, Xia Yuan seriously doubted how much of Xue Beng's "act" was truly an act, rather than simply what he wanted to do.

"Hmph! What backwater bumpkin doesn't even recognize His Highness Xue Beng?!"

One of the lackeys snorted and stepped forward to shove Xia Yuan aside.

But when his hand pressed against Xia Yuan, it was like pressing against a massive boulder. Xia Yuan did not budge in the slightest.

Xia Yuan declared loudly, "Everyone saw it clearly. They attacked first; I'm only defending myself."

The moment he finished speaking, he struck like lightning and knocked down the lackey who had tried to shove him in an instant.

"Heh, interesting!" Xue Beng spoke up. "Brothers, release your Martial Souls!"

Several people released their Martial Souls at once, and several yellow Soul Rings appeared in an instant.

Just as Xia Yuan had expected, among these spoiled young men were One-Ring Soul Masters and Two-Ring Soul Masters, but no Soul Elders with three rings or more.

Xue Beng himself was only a One-Ring Soul Master.

However, Xia Yuan also noticed that as he released his Martial Soul, Xue Beng immediately shifted position and hid behind his lackeys.

Almost all of his lackeys possessed Beast Martial Souls. One had a Tool Martial Soul, but he was clearly of the Strong Attack System as well.

Facing them, Xia Yuan did not release his Martial Soul.

Seeing that Xia Yuan had not released his Martial Soul, they all laughed. "Haha! Don't tell me he's too scared to release his Martial Soul!"

"Why waste so many words? Get him!" Someone took the lead and instantly arrived before Xia Yuan.

However, Xia Yuan's kick, which no one knew when he had launched, was even faster.

With one kick, the lackey who had charged first was sent flying almost the moment he reached Xia Yuan.

Then, before Xue Beng's lackeys could react, Xia Yuan's figure flashed through their midst like a shadow.

Xia Yuan punched and kicked, each strike sending a lackey flying, until he arrived before Xue Beng, whose legs were trembling and whose entire body shook with fear.

"Y-you... what are you going to do?!" Xue Beng shouted, trying to sound fierce despite his fear.

"What am I going to do? Don't you know perfectly well?" Xia Yuan revealed a very friendly smile.

"I was wrong!" Xue Beng hurriedly said. "I was wrong! I shouldn't have bumped into you! You're a generous man, so please spare me this once!"

Xia Yuan shook his head. "You don't know you were wrong. You just know you're about to get beaten."

"I gave you a chance earlier, but you failed to make use of it. Who can you blame but yourself?"

With that, he kicked Xue Beng away.

"Please wait, sir!"

A voice came from not far away.

Xia Yuan's heart tightened.

Even if a Title Douluo came, he had ways to escape with his life.

But those words just now were practically a conceptual divine skill. He had no intention of paying them any attention.

Seeing Xia Yuan leave even faster, the voice hurriedly called again, "Wait! I am Xue Qinghe, Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire. Please wait!"

Hm?

Xia Yuan stopped.

Xue Qinghe, the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire—wasn't that... Qian Renxue?

He had originally not wanted to waste Empty Handed's opportunity on Xue Beng and his group.

Yet Qian Renxue had actually delivered herself right to his doorstep.

Without further thought, Xia Yuan immediately used today's Empty Handed on Qian Renxue.

[Using Empty Handed on target Qian Renxue...]

[Empty Handed assessment in progress... Assessment successful!]

[Congratulations! Lucky Critical Hit triggered!]

[Copying Qian Renxue obtained: Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul!]

Whoa!

Xia Yuan leaned back tactically.

When he had first awakened his Martial Soul, he had wondered whether he could copy Martial Souls.

He had not expected to see it happen so soon.

And it was the Six-Winged Angel—the strongest Martial Soul on the continent.

The problem was, if he revealed it in the future, how would he explain where this Martial Soul had come from?

Still, there would be a way when the cart reached the mountain. His Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul was already enough to handle most situations.

Once he became a Title Douluo, he naturally would no longer need to explain anything.

There would be scholars to argue the doctrine for him.

Xue Qinghe arrived before Xia Yuan with his guards.

The guards quickly helped Xue Beng and the others up before taking them away, leaving only Xue Qinghe and two guards behind.

"Would you be willing to accompany me to a teahouse for a chat?" Xue Qinghe asked with a smile, giving off a warm and refreshing feeling.

"Since Your Highness has so graciously invited me, I shall gladly accompany you." Xia Yuan also wanted to know what Qian Renxue intended, so he nodded in agreement.

At the very least, judging by Qian Renxue's attitude, it did not seem to be a bad thing.

The two entered a private room in a teahouse. Xue Qinghe first studied Xia Yuan carefully before speaking. "I already know about the conflict between my imperial brother Xue Beng and yourself."

"My imperial brother has been spoiled for too long. This can be considered a lesson for him."

"May I ask your name, sir?"

Xia Yuan did not hide it and directly gave his name.

Xue Qinghe said, "So you are Brother Xia Yuan. If you do not mind, you may simply call me Brother Xue."

"I see that Brother Xia is not very old?"

Xia Yuan nodded. "It has been over a year since I awakened my Martial Soul."

"What?" Xue Qinghe looked at Xia Yuan in surprise.

He had observed Xia Yuan earlier because, from a distance, he had thought Xia Yuan was already a half-grown youth.

Yet upon closer inspection, he found that Xia Yuan still looked somewhat childish.

Xue Qinghe pondered for a moment before asking, "Brother Xia, are you currently enrolled in an academy?"

Xia Yuan's heart stirred. He guessed that Qian Renxue might be trying to recruit him.

After thinking it over, he slowly said, "Since Brother Xue has asked... I'll be straightforward."

"I graduated from Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy and am currently looking for an intermediate Soul Master Academy to enroll in."

Xue Qinghe considered it briefly, then asked, "Does Brother Xia have a particular academy in mind?"