Great Soul Arena

At that reminder,

Qian Renxue finally noticed that Jiang Nanchen was still wearing that coarse shirt full of holes and patches.

"Ahem." Qian Renxue coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment. "I forgot, brother. I'll go buy you some later—try to get more, so you'll have clothes to change into."

She had been so busy arranging Nanchen's affairs these past two days that she had forgotten about clothes.

"Really?"

"If I hadn't reminded you, I'm afraid you wouldn't have remembered at all."

Jiang Nanchen complained in a faint, aggrieved tone.

"When we get to the arena, I'll say I'm from the Crown Prince's Residence. Anyway, I won't be the one embarrassed."

Qian Renxue was left speechless. She immediately took Jiang Nanchen's hand. "Come on, we're buying clothes. Right now. There's a clothing shop on the way."

Heavens.

As his older brother, she really had been somewhat neglectful. Especially when Jiang Nanchen put it that way, it made her feel utterly useless.

The two turned into a ready-made clothing shop by the street. Inside, fabrics and finished garments of every color hung neatly arranged, from rough cloth to brocade.

Qian Renxue swept her gaze over the shop before speaking to the owner.

"Bring out several sets of clothes for a six-year-old child. Gold and white tones, comfortable fabric. Comfort is the priority."

The owner hurriedly agreed and soon brought out a white outfit, its cuffs and collar embroidered with pale golden cloud patterns. The design was simple yet elegant.

Jiang Nanchen took the clothes into the back room to change. Before long, he came back out.

The shop owner's eyes lit up, and he clicked his tongue in amazement. "Oh my, young master, you look truly wonderful in that! Like a little angel descended to earth—it suits your temperament perfectly!"

Qian Renxue raised her eyes and examined him.

The gold and white made Jiang Nanchen's golden hair seem even brighter. His delicate features were relaxed and refined, and as he stood there, he naturally carried a clean, sacred air. He looked almost exactly like she had when she wore formal attire as a child.

"Not bad. It fits well." She nodded slightly, her tone carrying a hint of satisfaction.

Jiang Nanchen tugged at the hem and turned from side to side.

The fabric was soft and breathable, far more comfortable than his coarse shirt. At last, he had taken off the patched old clothes he had worn for so long.

"It's alright." His tone was calm, though a trace of relief flashed through his eyes.

"Bring three more everyday outfits and two sets of fitted clothes for training, all in this size." Qian Renxue gave the order casually and paid at the same time.

The owner happily packed the clothes and handed them over.

The two left the shop carrying the bundle and continued toward the Great Soul Arena.

"Happy now?" Qian Renxue turned her head toward him.

Jiang Nanchen stretched his limbs and nodded. "It's better than going to the arena in clothes full of holes. At least I won't disgrace the Crown Prince's Residence."

"You little rascal, if you want something, just say so. You don't need to take digs at me. This Crown Prince has been through the grind in the imperial palace for so many years—what don't I understand?"

Qian Renxue laughed twice.

After struggling for so long, what didn't she understand?

"Got it, Crown Prince Brother. Let's hurry up."

Jiang Nanchen quickened his pace.

Qian Renxue sighed. When he needed something, it was Crown Prince Brother; when he did not, it was His Highness the Crown Prince.

You little rascal.

Forget it. There was no point arguing.

Before long, they arrived at the arena.

A bustling crowd filled the entrance to the Great Soul Arena. Cheers rang out from within, along with dull booms of Soul Power colliding, and the air was thick with restless heat.

Qian Renxue led Jiang Nanchen straight to the registration desk. The clerk in charge of registration looked up, saw a child who appeared to be six and Xue Qinghe behind him, and froze for a moment before politely asking, "Young master, are you registering for a spirit battle? Please present your Soul Master certificate."

"No certificate. Test his Soul Power directly." Qian Renxue spoke calmly.

The clerk nodded and hurriedly brought out a Soul Power testing crystal.

Jiang Nanchen placed his palm on it, and the crystal suddenly lit up, clearly displaying a level of thirteen.

"Level thirteen?!" The clerk's eyes widened. He checked twice before looking back at Jiang Nanchen. "Young master looks only six. You've improved this much so soon after obtaining your Soul Ring? That talent is incredible."

He did not dare neglect the matter. He quickly opened the registration book to record the information and asked Jiang Nanchen what codename he wanted.

Jiang Nanchen casually chose "Golden-Winged Fire Dragon" as his spirit battle codename.

"There aren't many matches in this rank today. Please wait a moment. I'll screen for a suitable opponent as quickly as possible. You should be able to take the field in about fifteen minutes."

The clerk's manner was respectful as he handed over two access tokens for the waiting area.

Qian Renxue accepted them and led Jiang Nanchen toward the second-floor waiting area.

The waiting area was relatively quiet, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, they could clearly see the Spirit Arena below.

Jiang Nanchen found a seat by the window. His gaze settled on the two Soul Grandmasters currently fighting below as he silently observed their Soul Skill patterns and weaknesses.

Qian Renxue sat beside him and glanced his way. "First spirit battle. Are you nervous?"

"What's there to be nervous about?" Jiang Nanchen did not turn his head, his tone calm. "As long as I win."

"You're lying." Qian Renxue chuckled. "Normally, people are nervous during their first spirit battle. Nanchen, are you really still going to be so distant with your brother?"

Jiang Nanchen rolled his eyes at Qian Renxue.

Of course he was nervous, just not that nervous.

Qian Renxue merely thought he was being stubborn.

"By the way, why did you choose the name Golden-Winged Fire Dragon? And what is a fire dragon?"

Qian Renxue was very curious.

"A fire dragon? You'll find out later. It wouldn't be interesting if I told you now."

Jiang Nanchen gave a mysterious smile.

"So secretive. Fine, don't tell me." Qian Renxue rolled her eyes at him.

He was learning from her.

"Crown Prince Brother." Jiang Nanchen suddenly turned his head, his tone abruptly serious.

Qian Renxue paused and gave him a suspicious glance. "If you have something to say, say it. Don't put on that expression. I'm not used to it."

Jiang Nanchen laughed twice. "Do you have any books that record the various medicinal herbs across the continent? I want to find some and read them."

Qian Renxue was even more surprised. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "What do you want to read those for? Don't six-year-olds usually like studying Soul Skills and soul beasts?"

"I want to learn some pharmacology and try refining pills in the future." Jiang Nanchen spoke frankly. "While cultivating Soul Power, there's no harm in learning another skill."

"Refining pills?" Qian Renxue laughed and shook her head. "You really do have plenty of ideas, kid. Pill refining isn't so easy. Countless Soul Masters spend their entire lives studying it without ever even getting started."

Though she said that, she did not refuse. The Spirit Hall library contained countless books on medicinal herbs and pill formulas. Not only were there basic pharmacology texts, but there were also plenty of records on rare immortal herbs.

No, it seemed there was someone who should have them.

"When we return to the residence, I'll have someone find you a few basic books," Qian Renxue said. "If you're truly interested, I'll get you more advanced ones later. But let's make this clear first—don't let it interfere with your proper cultivation."

"Don't worry, it won't." Jiang Nanchen nodded in satisfaction. His goal had been achieved.

Qian Renxue was about to say something else when a staff member's shout suddenly rose from downstairs, informing Golden-Winged Fire Dragon to prepare to take the field.

Jiang Nanchen stood and rolled his wrists.

"Let's go, Crown Prince Brother. Watch how I win this."

He turned and headed toward the arena entrance. The hem of his gold-and-white clothes swept over the steps, and his back carried a certainty that did not match his age.

Qian Renxue leaned against the railing, watching his retreating figure. The corners of her mouth lifted unconsciously.

This little rascal was really becoming more and more likable.