Where Did This Blond Punk Come From

"It's fine. From here on, all we need to do is wait." Qian Renxue sat up and gathered her clothes around herself. Without further explanation, she closed her eyes and began restoring her soul power.

The night was deep. Atop the towering Douluo Hall, Qian Daoliu, dressed in a simple gray robe, slowly descended. The moment Golden Crocodile Douluo saw him return, he stepped forward to greet him.

"This was sent from the young lady's side." Golden Crocodile Douluo immediately took out Qian Renxue's exclusive letter and handed it over.

"Other than the messenger, this letter has passed through no hands but mine," Golden Crocodile Douluo said solemnly.

Qian Daoliu's expression changed when he saw the golden stationery. This was the signal he had agreed upon with his granddaughter. Unless something urgent had happened, she would never use an envelope of this color.

He swiftly opened the letter, revealing two sheets of paper, one large and one small.

Qian Daoliu immediately unfolded the larger sheet, and the stern look on his face froze.

A remarkably handsome young man had been drawn on the paper!

The artist had clearly put great care into it. Not only had the boy's appearance been depicted in full detail, even the vertical eye on his brow and the patterns on his clothes had been rendered with perfect clarity.

Qian Daoliu's doting grandfather instincts immediately sounded the alarm!

The last time his granddaughter had drawn something so carefully had been for his birthday.

He had been delighted by that picture for a long time.

What was with this brat?! Where had he come from?!

Qian Daoliu scrutinized the person in the portrait twice more as though examining a criminal before opening the other sheet.

After reading it at top speed, Qian Daoliu's expression completely darkened. He also understood why his granddaughter had drawn the boy in such detail.

He possessed the same killing intent as Bibi Dong. The only possible source was Killing City.

But what kind of place was Killing City? This person looked no older than twelve or thirteen. Even if he had only stayed there for two years like Bibi Dong, how old would he have been two years ago? It was wishful thinking for a ten-year-old child to survive two days in Killing City, much less two years.

Even stranger, he had received no information whatsoever about him. That was far too abnormal.

"Did someone conceal his information?" Qian Daoliu pondered. Although Spirit Hall secretly supplied Killing City with provisions, the only people who could truly come and go freely from Killing City were Bibi Dong and the long-vanished Tang Hao.

Thinking of Tang Hao reminded Qian Daoliu of the battle that had severely wounded his son and allowed Bibi Dong to seize the opportunity to devour him.

Before that hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Empress sacrificed herself, she had happened to give birth to a child. By now, the child would be precisely the right age. The portrait did not reveal any resemblance to Tang Hao, but soul masters possessed countless abilities. He could have used some kind of disguise.

At that thought, Qian Daoliu's face became so dark it seemed ready to drip water.

With Tang Hao, the owner of the Slaughter God Domain, guarding him, it was not impossible for a twelve-year-old to emerge from there.

And now, this child had actually appeared beside Xiao Xue! "Not good, Xiao Xue is in danger!"

"Old Jin, I need to go out for a while. You will personally guard the Worship Hall for the next few days. Handle any important matters yourself. If you can't handle them... go ask Bibi Dong!" Without giving Golden Crocodile Douluo time to react, the wings of the Six-Winged Angel spread open, and he flew toward the horizon.

Not far from the Worship Hall stood the tower of the Papal Hall, the residence of Bibi Dong, the current Pope of Spirit Hall.

Inside were two graceful figures, one seated and one standing.

The standing woman was not particularly tall. In fact, in Douluo Continent, where people were generally quite tall, she even appeared somewhat petite.

Yet even her loose white robes could not conceal her proud curves. Her skin was flawless and fair, and her face was breathtakingly beautiful. She looked no older than thirty, but her entire bearing carried the authority of a superior. Her wine-red hair fell loosely down her back, lending her a touch of languid charm. At every moment, she radiated the allure unique to a mature woman.

The seated girl had long black hair. At first glance, compared to the woman's peerless beauty, she did not seem particularly beautiful, yet an indescribable wild charm emanated from her.

Bibi Dong spoke steadily and seriously, carefully answering her disciple's questions about soul master cultivation. The girl's eyes were filled with both admiration and earnestness.

Seeing the adoration in Hu Liena's eyes, Bibi Dong could not help but smile, her heart softening considerably.

Suddenly, a powerful fluctuation of soul power swept over them. Bibi Dong looked up and saw a streak of golden light cut across the sky before rapidly disappearing.

Bibi Dong abruptly rose to her feet, her wine-red eyes narrowing. Why was Qian Daoliu leaving at a time like this, and why was he in such a hurry?

"Teacher, what's wrong?" Seeing Bibi Dong's grave expression, Hu Liena immediately stood up, her eyes full of concern.

Bibi Dong looked at Hu Liena, who had grown nearly as tall as she was, then reached out and patted her shoulder reassuringly. "It's nothing. Just focus on your cultivation. If there is anything else you don't understand, I'll continue explaining it to you."

Yet she silently kept the matter in mind.

In the Star Dou Great Forest, the night was hazy and the stars glittered.

After dinner, everyone rested in shifts. Tang San and Xiao Wu were naturally assigned together. Looking at Xiao Wu sleeping soundly against his side, he gently brushed aside the strands of hair hanging over her cheek and smiled indulgently.

Being home really was different. She could not even be bothered to keep up the act anymore.

He then raised his head to look at the sky, estimating that Er Ming would arrive soon. His father should also be watching this place from somewhere nearby.

Just as Tang San was considering how to lure Tang Hao out, Zhao Wuji looked over. He assumed Tang San was troubled because they had found nothing for three days, so he said solemnly, "Little San, the Star Dou Great Forest is too dangerous. We'll search for one more day. If we still can't find anything suitable, we'll return for now and come back after resting up."

"Mm, I'll listen to Teacher Zhao." Tang San nodded without objection. In any case, his target was not here.

Zhao Wuji, who had been about to say a few more words, was suddenly speechless. Was the son of His Majesty Clear Sky really this obedient? He agreed with whatever Zhao Wuji said?

At that moment, an incomparably powerful aura suddenly descended.

Zhao Wuji instantly summoned his martial soul and entered martial soul possession. With a low roar, he shouted, "Everyone, leave the tents, now!"

The few people still inside the tents immediately darted out and saw Zhao Wuji with his full aura unleashed.

"Everyone, stand behind me. Little Ao, make a Mushroom Sausage for each person immediately. If anything goes wrong, eat the Mushroom Sausages and flee at once. Split up and run. Get outside the Star Dou Great Forest first," Zhao Wuji said with an incomparably grave expression, his gaze fixed in one direction.

Oscar immediately got to work. For a food-system soul master, the most important thing in a team was obeying orders.

Dai Mubai took two, then immediately strode forward and handed one to Zhao Wuji. "Teacher Zhao, what happened?!"

Before Zhao Wuji could explain, a massive shadow silently pushed aside the bushes ahead.