Qian Renxue's Home Was Robbed

On the training grounds, Snake Lance Douluo was guiding several young Spirit Hall soul masters in their cultivation.

Zhao Ming walked to the edge of the training grounds and waited until Snake Lance Douluo had finished speaking before stepping forward.

"Uncle Snake Lance."

Snake Lance Douluo turned around. Seeing Zhao Ming, the sternness on his face softened somewhat. "Xiaoming, why are you here?"

Zhao Ming took a jade bottle and a lead box from the Mustard Seed Space and presented them to Snake Lance Douluo with both hands. "Uncle Snake Lance, these are Ice Heart Pills I refined myself. They'll help with cultivation.

"And this is a strength-attribute soul bone that I asked Sister Xue'er to trade for you. You've helped me so much, and I've always wanted to give you something. I hope you won't dislike it."

Snake Lance Douluo froze. He stared at the jade bottle and lead box in Zhao Ming's hands, unable to reach out and accept them for a moment.

A thirty-thousand-year strength-attribute soul bone—he understood its value better than anyone.

Even within Spirit Hall, Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones were exceedingly precious resources, things countless Title Douluo-level powerhouses could only dream of obtaining.

Yet Zhao Ming, a child not even ten years old, had offered it so casually.

"Xiaoming, this..." Snake Lance Douluo's voice was somewhat hoarse. "This is too valuable."

Zhao Ming shook his head, his tone firm. "Uncle Snake Lance, you taught me about Martial Souls, took me hunting for Soul Rings, and protected me.

"For the past three years, I've kept everything you've done for me in my heart. It's only a soul bone; it's nothing much. If you won't accept it, I'll be too embarrassed to trouble you again in the future."

Snake Lance Douluo looked into Zhao Ming's sincere