Xiang Ya

Faced with that question, Qian Ren Shuang had a perfectly solid reason. "If I go over there, the people inside will misunderstand me as 'putting on a cool, aloof act just to experience some top-tier push-and-pull with a top-tier seductress.' Then they'll keep coming over to flirt with me whenever they have nothing better to do and get in the way of my actual business."

This time, Qian Ren Shuang did not hesitate. He directly laid out a whole row of gold soul coins from his chest pocket—a full hundred of them!

"Take me to your room," Qian Ren Shuang said with a grave expression. "Also, don't leak my whereabouts."

The sexy dealer had clearly gotten the wrong idea. Their gambling house was not like a brothel where you could pay and have a round.

But in truth, if you gave the boss here a huge sum, as long as the money was enough, you could completely buy the rest of anyone's life here.

In the sexy dealer's eyes, the situation before her turned into this: this kid knew some things, but he had only heard half of it before rushing over impatiently to pick someone.

Her face flushed all the way to her ears in an instant, and even her fair neck was dyed with a layer of pink. She accepted the gold soul coins, her voice smaller than a mosquito's. "Okay... but if I leave my post on my own, I'll be whipped afterward. Please come with me first to explain the situation to the boss."

"We'll go after it's done." Qian Ren Shuang said it casually, but the implication in his tone was simply too strong, making the blush on the sexy dealer's face deepen another shade. She lowered her head and twisted her fingers, no longer daring to look at his face.

Before long, the sexy dealer led Qian Ren Shuang and Guilmon to her room.

The room was very small, so small it could only fit a bed and a wardrobe, and one even had to turn sideways to move around. A few faded old posters were pasted on the wall, a half-dead pothos sat on the windowsill, and the air carried the scent of cheap perfume. Rather than a room, it was more like a temporary dwelling converted from a storage room.

"Sorry, my room is only this tiny..." The sexy dealer rubbed her hands together somewhat nervously, as if afraid Qian Ren Shuang would be dissatisfied, and hurriedly added, "If you're not satisfied, we can tell the boss. There's a good chance we can switch to a bigger, more spacious room with better soundproofing..."

"No need." Qian Ren Shuang refused at once, then turned to Guilmon and said, "Guilmon, please stand guard beside me."

"Okay!" Guilmon squatted down at the doorway, blocking the only entrance and exit completely. "In a tiny place like this, one Guilmon Cannon from me should basically settle things!"

After that, Qian Ren Shuang sat cross-legged, half-closed his eyes, and summoned his second martial soul.

The five large characters "Food Is Heaven" drifted alone in the air, giving off a gentle golden light.

Those five characters were perfectly clean, with no soul rings attached—after all, Bibi Dong had told him before: with twin martial souls, one had to first cultivate one martial soul to the Titled level before adding soul rings to the second martial soul.

The sexy dealer watched in complete confusion. She had previously thought Qian Ren Shuang's so-called "go to the room" meant that kind of thing, but now that she saw this setup, she finally understood that she had gotten it wrong.

Then the corner of her mouth twitched, and she said nothing more, only quietly retreating to the corner and curling up at the side.

Qian Ren Shuang began to use the set of techniques he had figured out.

In the soul master world, there was something called "self-created soul skills"—soul masters changed the way soul ring soul skills were used through their understanding of them.

For example, Feng Xiaotian's Gale Demon Wolf Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes in the original work was essentially Gale Twin Wings plus Wind Blade Array, stabilized in form with mental strength, then combined with special force-exertion techniques.

The set Qian Ren Shuang was using now belonged to another path—"martial soul development."

It likewise relied on mental strength to arrange and combine the abilities of the martial soul itself, just like the Clear Sky Sect's "Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique" and "Clear Sky Nine Absolutes," which could be used without soul rings.

The move he was currently performing was an amplification healing technique developed with the "food therapy" theory of traditional Chinese medicine on Earth as its prototype.

Its name was—"Medicine and Food Share the Same Origin."

First, he used lotus root to determine the position where the bones would grow next, then accelerated the absorption of nutrients from food to promote the body's self-healing.

One hour quietly slipped by amid the peaceful healing.

The sky outside the window changed from daylight to dusk, the clamor on the streets gradually faded away, and the shouts coming from the gambling house also became indistinct.

The cracks in the bones of Qian Ren Shuang's forearm had already been fully repaired. He moved his wrist and felt no pain at all anymore.

Just then, a hoarse, furious roar suddenly came from outside the door:

"Xiang Ya! You left your post without permission! Come with me to the dark room for punishment!"

When the sexy dealer named Xiang Ya heard that voice, her whole body jolted violently, and most of the color instantly drained from her face.

She subconsciously retreated two steps and moved closer to Guilmon, hugging Guilmon's thick tail in her arms like a pillow, as if doing so could give her some sense of security.

"So your name is Xiang Ya?" Guilmon lowered its head to look at the girl hiding behind it, its face full of curiosity.

"Mm..." Xiang Ya's voice trembled. "That voice is our boss. I really don't want to go to the dark room for punishment... Help me, Mr. Guilmon."

"Sure," Qian Ren Shuang said, standing up and moving his arms, which had finally regained their freedom. "As payment for temporarily taking us in, we'll help you with this."

It was also just the right time to find Guilmon an opponent and give the battle-loving genes that had accumulated in its body for so long a place to vent.

Bang!

The door was kicked open. A middle-aged man with sharp brows and bright eyes, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, stood in the doorway, with two burly men who looked like thugs behind him.

The middle-aged man paid no attention to the situation in the room. The words "Xiang Ya, you bitch—" had only just half left his mouth when a small crimson dinosaur had already charged into him.

Guilmon lowered its head and rammed its hard forehead straight into the boss's chest.

The force was as great as a frenzied rhinoceros. The boss was sent flying backward, driven all the way back until his back slammed into the wall at the end of the corridor with a thud. The entire wall shook, spiderweb-like cracks spreading across its surface as dust rained down.

The boss sprayed a large mouthful of blood, the sticky red liquid smearing all over the front of his clothes.

He slid limply down from the wall and collapsed to the ground. The bones in his chest made a brittle crackling sound—quite a few had broken, at least a dozen from the sound of it.

The two thugs froze on the spot. The clubs in their hands stopped halfway up in midair as they looked at each other, neither daring to take even one step forward.

Xiang Ya saw everything clearly from behind. Her eyes went perfectly round, her lips parted slightly, her face full of disbelief.

She only sighed inwardly, ...So this is a soul master? What incredible strength!