Great Spirit 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. "Your brother forgot. I'll buy you some clothes later—several sets, so you'll have something to change into."

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

"Really?"

"If I hadn't reminded you, you probably never would have remembered."

Jiang Nanchen complained in a faint, resentful tone.

"When we get to the Spirit Arena, I'll just say I'm from the Crown Prince's Residence. Anyway, I won't be the one losing face."

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

Oh heavens.

As his older brother, she really had been 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. Bolts of fabric and finished garments hung neatly inside, ranging from coarse cloth to brocade.

Qian Renxue looked around, then spoke to the shopkeeper.

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

The shopkeeper quickly agreed and soon brought over a set of white clothes, with pale gold cloud patterns embroidered along the cuffs and collar. The style was simple yet elegant.

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

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

Qian Renxue raised her eyes to inspect him.

The gold and white made Jiang Nanchen's golden hair seem even brighter. His delicate features looked open and refined, and simply standing there gave him 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 trace of satisfaction.

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

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

"It's all right." His tone was flat, but a flicker of relief passed through his eyes.

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

Beaming, the shopkeeper packed the clothes and handed them over.

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

"Satisfied now?" Qian Renxue asked, turning to look at him.

Jiang Nanchen stretched a little and nodded. "Better than going to the Spirit Arena in clothes full of holes. No need to embarrass the Crown Prince's Residence."

"You little brat, if there's something you want, just say it. You don't need to take jabs at me. This Crown Prince has fought his way through the palace for 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."

Jiang Nanchen quickened his pace.

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

You little brat.

Forget it. There was no point arguing.

Before long, they arrived at the Spirit Arena.

A dense crowd gathered before the Great Spirit Arena. Cheers and the muffled impacts of colliding spirit power came from within, while a stifling heat hung in the air.

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 years old 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 spirit master certification."

"No certification. Test his spirit power directly." Qian Renxue spoke calmly.

The clerk nodded and hurriedly took out a spirit power testing crystal.

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

"Level thirteen?!" The clerk's eyes widened. He checked twice before looking up at Jiang Nanchen. "Young master, you only look six. You've improved so much not long after obtaining your spirit ring? That talent is astonishing."

Daring not to delay, he quickly opened the registration book and entered the information, then asked Jiang Nanchen what battle name he wanted.

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

"There are not many matches at this level today. Please wait a moment. I'll screen for a suitable opponent as quickly as possible. You should be able to take the stage in about fifteen minutes."

The clerk was respectful as he handed them two access tokens for the waiting area.

Qian Renxue accepted the tokens 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 battle stage below.

Jiang Nanchen found a seat by the window. His gaze settled on the two Grand Spirit Masters fighting below as he silently observed their spirit skill patterns and openings.

Qian Renxue sat beside him and glanced his way. "First spirit battle. Nervous?"

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

"You're lying." Qian Renxue chuckled softly. "Usually, everyone gets nervous during their first spirit battle. Nanchen, are you 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 putting on a brave front.

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

Qian Renxue was quite curious.

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

Jiang Nanchen gave a mysterious smile.

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

He was copying her.

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

Qian Renxue paused, giving him a suspicious glance. "If you have something to say, say it. Don't look like that—I'm not used to it."

Jiang Nanchen laughed twice. "Are there any books that record the various herbs of the continent? I want to find some and read them."

Qian Renxue was even more surprised. Raising a brow, she asked, "What do you want to read those for? Don't six-year-olds usually like studying spirit skills and spirit beasts?"

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

"Refining pills?" Qian Renxue laughed and shook her head. "You really have a lot of ideas. Pill refining isn't that easy. Countless spirit masters spend their entire lives studying it without even getting through the door."

Though she said that, she did not refuse. Spirit Hall's library held countless books on all kinds of herbs and pill formulas. Forget basic pharmacology—there were even 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 came from downstairs, notifying Golden-Winged Fire Dragon to prepare to take the stage.

Jiang Nanchen stood and rolled his wrists.

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

He turned and walked toward the arena entrance. The gold-and-white hem of his 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 back as the corners of her lips rose unconsciously.

This little brat was becoming more and more likable.