I Trust Him

She Long looked at Qian Renxue in shock and suddenly said, "Young Master, this matter is far too important. You still need to decide carefully."

Qian Renxue waved her hand, determination appearing on her face. "There's no need to say anything more. I trust Xuehan. He won't betray the trust I've placed in him. Isn't that right, Xuehan?"

Jun Xuehan looked into Qian Renxue's eyes and gave an awkward yet polite smile. Confusion and innocence filled his silver eyes, as though he could not understand her words at all.

This trust seems a little too great. Besides, this isn't something I can get involved in, so it's better to face it with silence. I'm only a six-year-old child. I can't be of any help at all. If I stall, I should be able to drag this matter out. Hearing his thoughts, Qian Renxue looked at Jun Xuehan's confused, innocent expression, as though he knew nothing at all. A faint smile appeared on her face as she said, "Xuehan, judging by your expression, you've agreed by default. Then it's settled. Tomorrow morning, we'll head to the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace."

Jun Xuehan froze slightly, staring blankly at Qian Renxue before him. Agreed by default? Where exactly did you see that I agreed? I was obviously confused and innocent, okay? Qian Renxue merely smiled faintly, paying no attention to the voice in her heart. No matter what Jun Xuehan thought, he had to accept this enormous trust whether he wanted to or not.

Jun Xuehan's gaze shifted a few times before returning to its usual coolness. He quietly continued eating the breakfast in front of him.

After breakfast, Jun Xuehan soon headed toward the garden to practice with his spear, while She Long honored their earlier agreement and served as his sparring partner.

His Martial Soul, the Silver Dragon Spear, appeared in Jun Xuehan's hand. As a soul ring flickered, his body was already in motion, and the silver spear in his hand danced as it thrust straight toward She Long.

She Long merely smiled as he watched the Silver Dragon Spear stab toward him. His Martial Soul, the Snake Lance, appeared in his hand. With a light sweep, he knocked aside Jun Xuehan's incoming silver spear. A tremendous force traveled through the Silver Dragon Spear and into Jun Xuehan's arm, forcing his body to stagger backward.

However, She Long exercised great restraint. He merely forced Jun Xuehan back and did not injure him in the slightest.

Once Jun Xuehan steadied himself, he charged at She Long again. Every thrust of his silver spear showed no intention of holding back. She Long, meanwhile, controlled the strength within his body and fought Jun Xuehan without using any Soul Power.

The silver spear and Snake Lance collided, producing crisp clangs of metal. However, She Long's Snake Lance focused primarily on defense, with no intention of attacking. Jun Xuehan's Silver Dragon Spear, on the other hand, was seventy percent offense and thirty percent defense. His silver eyes continuously swept over his surroundings, as though calculating something.

Qian Renxue stood to the side, calmly watching Jun Xuehan practice. Yet her heart was far less calm than she appeared. She had grown up in the Worship Hall, where the Great Worship Elder had taught her combat experience and techniques. Thus, she could easily see Jun Xuehan's current condition.

Jun Xuehan's combat experience was growing far too quickly. It could even be said that with every move he made, his combat experience increased by another measure. From being riddled with openings at the beginning, he had now already made up for many of the flaws created by his attacks.

Although many openings could still be found, Jun Xuehan had only begun spear practice yesterday. Excluding the time spent resting and cultivating, he had practiced with the spear for less than a day. Yet he had made such enormous progress. Qian Renxue found it somewhat unbelievable.

"Saving you by that little river was the right choice. You've brought me far too many surprises." Qian Renxue watched quietly, countless thoughts running through her mind, but not a trace of them showed on her face.

Time gradually passed. As Jun Xuehan swung his silver spear in attack, he suddenly felt his body grow scorching hot, as though the blood within him were burning. Even the speed at which he wielded the silver spear slowed by thirty percent.

A faint, almost imperceptible silver glow seemed to flicker at the center of his forehead, while an elemental halo appeared to flow around his body. Everything before his eyes seemed to slow dramatically. In Jun Xuehan's vision, She Long's movements as he swung the Snake Lance appeared to have slowed severalfold.

Gripping the Silver Dragon Spear, Jun Xuehan involuntarily thrust it out, aiming directly at an opening exposed as She Long swung his Snake Lance. Seeing this, astonishment appeared in She Long's eyes. He could not understand what was happening to Jun Xuehan.

But She Long was by no means slow. He held his Snake Lance horizontally and pressed it down toward the incoming Silver Dragon Spear. Yet Jun Xuehan's Silver Dragon Spear executed an Upward Slash, seeming as though it intended to send both the Snake Lance and She Long's body flying into the air.

"What is this little Xuehan trying to do? But since you want to use an Upward Slash, I'll grant your wish." She Long gave up on pressing down the Silver Dragon Spear. Instead, borrowing the force of its upward strike, he voluntarily leaped into the air. He wanted to see what Jun Xuehan was truly trying to do.

Elemental light seemed to appear upon the Silver Dragon Spear in Jun Xuehan's hand. As he swung and thrust the spear, the wind element around him seemed to sweep toward the Snake Lance along with the spear's movements.

The angles of the Silver Dragon Spear's thrusts and swings were exceptionally tricky, perfectly targeting the angles at which She Long descended from the air. Every time She Long blocked an attack with the Snake Lance, his body would be launched back into the air by the Silver Dragon Spear.

She Long himself had no intention of interrupting Jun Xuehan. He merely fell according to the positions Jun Xuehan's Upward Slashes sent him toward.

After every thrust, Jun Xuehan would immediately stab the Silver Dragon Spear in his hand toward another direction, and that position was precisely where She Long's body would descend.

"This is... a Self-Created Soul Skill! No, this only seems to be a prototype. It isn't a true Self-Created Soul Skill yet." A flash of surprise appeared in Qian Renxue's eyes. But she quickly calmed down and carefully observed every change in Jun Xuehan's movements.

When Jun Xuehan thrust out his twelfth strike, the faint silver glow at the center of his forehead vanished. The elemental halo around his body also completely dissipated, and the scorching sensation within his body disappeared as though it had never existed. In its place came an incomparably intense feeling of hunger.