Qian Renxue: Who Dares Touch the Xian'er I Raised!

She Xian stood at the center of the arena, the corners of his mouth curling slightly beneath his mask.

Deep within his eyes, three dark green petals began to turn silently.

The Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils had activated!

A hidden green glimmer shot forth, locking directly onto Poison Emperor's narrow, cold snake eyes.

His body, poised to strike, suddenly froze.

She Xian clearly sensed an invisible thread appearing in his mind, tightly gripping the other man's soul and martial soul.

With a single thought, the Soul Grandmaster before him would obey his every command.

Whether it was kneeling on the spot and calling him father, or using his venomous fangs to gnaw off his own arm, it all depended on a word from him.

It actually worked! She Xian was overjoyed.

The domineering power of the Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils could not only subdue wild snake-type soul beasts,

but could even forcibly suppress human soul masters with snake martial souls.

If he encountered Dugu Bo or another snake-type soul master in the future,

wouldn't a single glance make them obediently defect and acknowledge him as their ancestor?

At that moment, the stands erupted into an uproar.

"What's going on? Why is Poison Emperor standing there like a block of wood?"

"Is he throwing the match? I bet a fortune on this!"

Poison Emperor, who had been incomparably arrogant just moments ago, had suddenly stopped moving, leaving the audience utterly bewildered.

Inside the private room, Pufferfish looked puzzled. "Young Master, did Xian'er use those Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils?"

Qian Renxue's hand paused slightly as she held her teacup, a trace of surprise flashing through her golden eyes.

"That should be the effect of the Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils' innate talent."

"Xian'er's talent actually works on human soul masters too." She Long was slightly taken aback.

Was the power of his eldest grandson's Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils a little too strong?

A Soul Grandmaster at roughly the same level as him had been controlled just like that.

Looking at Poison Emperor, who resembled a puppet, She Xian suddenly lost interest.

"If I just make him kneel and surrender, wouldn't this trip have been for nothing?"

His teacher had sent him here to spar with others and improve his real combat experience.

With that thought, She Xian casually severed the invisible thread.

"Urgh!"

Poison Emperor jolted violently.

He gasped desperately, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, his eyes filled with terror.

For that instant,

he had felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, completely losing all sense of his martial soul.

"You... what did you do to me?" Poison Emperor shrieked at the top of his lungs.

She Xian had no interest in his panic. He greeted someone in his mind, "Little White, watch my performance from here on. Don't interfere."

"Understood, husband. I'll just watch," Little White replied sweetly.

Medusa Queen snorted coldly. "Idiot. You have such a useful method, yet you refuse to use it. What a pointless extra step."

She Xian rolled his eyes internally.

Medusa Queen found fault with everything.

He raised a hand and pushed it forward. The second purple soul ring beneath his feet burst with light!

Second Soul Skill, Mystic Ice Condensing Serpent!

A bone-piercing chill spread outward. Nine enormous serpents formed of ice crystals spiraled out from the air, billowing white mist.

"Go."

She Xian folded his arms and did not spare them another shred of attention.

He wanted to see how much this move could accomplish without Little White taking over, relying only on the soul skill's inherent instincts.

"Hiss!"

The nine ice serpents let out harsh creaking sounds as they swung their massive bodies and lunged at Poison Emperor!

Poison Emperor roared, "A few chunks of ice dare act wild? Melt for me!"

His yellow hundred-year soul ring lit up, and he sprayed a mouthful of thick, black corrosive green venom at the ice serpents.

Unexpectedly,

before the venom could touch their bodies,

the cold aura of the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass froze it into hard chunks, which clattered to the ground.

"What?!" Poison Emperor's eyes went wide.

The nine ice serpents did not idle around, nor did they need She Xian to worry over them.

Working by instinct, they coordinated flawlessly.

They attacked by whipping, smashing, and ramming with their bodies, while also opening their jaws to fire ice spikes.

The ice spikes sprayed wildly from their mouths like machine-gun fire!

She Xian could feel his Soul Power being consumed, though the rate remained manageable.

But Poison Emperor disappointed him immensely.

After holding on for only a few exchanges, Poison Emperor's entire body had turned purple from the cold, and his clothes had frozen apart into rags.

Ssh! Ssh!

The ice shards grazed Poison Emperor's flesh, sending up sprays of blood and white frost while blowing the green mist around him completely away.

"Stop fighting! I surrender! I surrender!"

He collapsed on the stage, wailing miserably as he shouted his surrender through snot and tears.

The referee hurried onto the stage and announced, "The winner of this soul battle—Grassroots Hero!"

She Xian withdrew his Soul Power, and the ice serpents dispersed into clouds of white mist.

He was quite satisfied with this soul skill's autonomy.

It was just that the battle had lasted only seconds, which left him speechless.

He shook his wrist, feeling thoroughly bored.

"That's all it took? I hadn't even gotten into position to throw a couple of punches."

He sighed.

It seemed that since he had only just registered at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, his rank was too low, and all he got matched against were worthless trash.

Those with one white ring and one yellow ring were not even worthy of making him use a move, much less serving as sparring partners.

"I need to grind points quickly. Once I rise to Bronze Soul Fighter and Silver Soul Fighter, I can find real experts to trade blows with."

Having made up his mind, She Xian slipped off the stage to wait for his next soul battle.

The days that followed were quite fulfilling for She Xian.

During most of the day, he still holed himself up in the Crown Prince's Residence, training behind closed doors and meditating to cultivate.

Every evening, he changed outfits, became "Grassroots Hero," and plunged into the Great Soul Arena to rack up win after win.

Relying on his two purple soul rings and the power of ultimate ice,

he steamrolled through the Iron Soul Fighter division, maintaining an undefeated streak.

He also made a name for himself in the underground gambling houses.

Yet aside from meditation and soul battles, he had opportunities to rest as well.

Whenever he had a day off, Princess Xue Ke would happily run to the Crown Prince's Residence to see him.

"She Xian, look at the delicious food I brought! The imperial chefs just steamed these osmanthus cakes!"

The girl wore a goose-yellow pleated dress and smiled as brightly as the sun. She dragged She Xian around the rear garden to run, jump, and play, pinched his cheeks, and taught him to play court instruments.

She Xian enjoyed the chance to relax as well.

From time to time, he told stories from his previous life, making the little princess laugh so hard she could not straighten her back.

But gradually, She Xian noticed something strange.

Whenever Xue Ke clung to his arm petulantly or leaned over to feed him pastries...

"Xue Qinghe," who should have been busy handling state affairs at the palace and returned only after dark, would always step through the door right on time.

For example, right now.

Qian Renxue wore Xue Qinghe's guise and a brocade robe woven with golden thread. Her expression was gentle and refined, her smile flawless.

"Xue Ke, my imperial sister, you seem to be in high spirits today. You're practically treating my Crown Prince's Residence as your own back garden."

Xue Qinghe strolled over unhurriedly, her tone calm.

Yet those glittering golden eyes were fixed squarely on the hand with which Xue Ke was clutching She Xian's sleeve.

The temperature around them seemed to suddenly drop.

Xue Ke shrank her neck, inexplicably feeling a chill run down her back. With an awkward laugh, she said, "Crown Prince Brother, I only came to play with She Xian."

"Is that so?" Xue Qinghe chuckled, casually pulling She Xian to her side and blocking Xue Ke's view of him.

"Xian'er hasn't completed today's training yet. If you have nothing else to do, Xue Ke, you should return to the palace early."

Watching Xue Ke pout in grievance as she shuffled out,

She Xian poked half his head out from behind her, utterly puzzled. "That's strange. Did I have training today?"

Qian Renxue stood with her back to him, her fingers tightly gripping the white jade ring. A possessiveness she had not even noticed herself was hidden in her eyes.

She Xian was hers to raise.

No one was allowed to touch him!