Late-Night Spear Practice

Qian Renxue paid no attention whatsoever to the voice that had sounded in her mind. She simply waited quietly for Jun Xuehan to adjust his condition. If she had not held back when she attacked, how could Jun Xuehan possibly still be standing there unharmed?

Qian Renxue was no ordinary Soul Ancestor, but an elite among Soul Ancestors. Even against a Soul King, she would not lose. If she truly went all out, instantly defeating the current Jun Xuehan would be no different from child's play.

As Jun Xuehan recalled the way Qian Renxue had fought just now, he casually wiped the sweat from his forehead and charged straight at her. His right hand clenched into a fist as he directly abandoned the idea of using the Silver Dragon Spear, preparing for close-quarters combat.

Seeing Jun Xuehan's method of attack, surprise flashed through Qian Renxue's eyes. The fighting style he used was simply far too familiar to her, because it was precisely the style she herself had used moments ago.

"Using my fighting style to deal with me—you really came up with that. Still, his Photographic Memory is truly quite a good ability." Qian Renxue was only surprised for an instant before recovering and launching an attack at Jun Xuehan.

However, Qian Renxue thought very highly of his Photographic Memory. If used well, it was practically an extremely powerful ability.

He only needed to see it once to remember seventy percent of the basic techniques She Long had taught him. After exchanging blows with her just once, he could basically remember the fighting style she had used. This was practically comparable to copying.

If Jun Xuehan saw any trump cards someone had kept hidden away, the speed at which he learned them in secret would undoubtedly be astonishing. Secretly learning something was not frightening by itself. What was truly frightening was that, after learning it, he could find its flaws and continuously refine them.

In the end, he would know the flaws in your moves, while you would have no idea what his flaws were. That was the most frightening thing.

After all, everyone more or less had their own fighting style. Once a fighting style formed, it was basically impossible to change. Moreover, one might not even be aware of one's own fighting style, because it developed unconsciously through the accumulation of combat experience and was the method most suited to oneself.

Time gradually passed, and the sky slowly darkened. Qian Renxue and Jun Xuehan withdrew their martial souls and headed toward the dining hall.

After finishing a lavish dinner, Qian Renxue took out a jade bottle and placed it before Jun Xuehan. "Xuehan, this is a bottle of medicine for recovering from injuries. Applying it to your body will help your wounds heal. Take it back and recover from your injuries. Tomorrow morning, we'll head to the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace."

Jun Xuehan looked at the jade bottle before him, reached out to put it away, and said, "Alright, Sister Xue'er."

Her voice was as cool and clear as usual, seemingly no different from before. Yet Qian Renxue seemed to hear some other emotional fluctuation within it, though it also felt like an illusion.

Watching Jun Xuehan's retreating figure, Qian Renxue merely nodded with a smile and said nothing more.

After returning to his room, Jun Xuehan opened the jade bottle and poured out the crystal-clear substance inside, which resembled Medicinal Ointment. He applied it to his injured areas, and the cool sensation eased much of the soreness in his body.

After finishing everything, Jun Xuehan lay on the bed and reflected on the events of recent days. As though talking to himself, he said, "Six years since coming to this world. This is really the first time someone has treated me so well. This sudden feeling of warmth is truly a little hard to get used to."

"I wonder what chance I'd have against Tang San, that Child of Destiny. When Tang San came here, he secretly learned the Tang Sect's martial arts. I only have my grasp of the entire plot. But in terms of talent, we're basically evenly matched."

Jun Xuehan quietly calculated. Tang San's two martial souls were the Blue Silver Emperor and the Clear Sky Hammer. His own two martial souls were the Silver Dragon Spear and the Silver Dragon King. Although his two martial souls had not fully awakened, Tang San's Blue Silver Emperor was currently still Blue Silver Grass. All things considered, they were basically evenly matched, and he might even hold a slight advantage.

As for Innate Soul Power, he possessed Innate Full Soul Power. Although Tang San also had Innate Full Soul Power, Tang San's Innate Full Soul Power seemed somewhat inflated, having been cultivated through the Mysterious Heaven Skill. Comparing them overall, they were evenly matched, or he held a slight advantage.

In martial arts, combat experience, and techniques, he was certainly inferior to Tang San at present. But he had the advantage of knowing the plot, so each had their own strengths and weaknesses.

As for whether he could actually win, Jun Xuehan had no idea right now. But one thing was certain: even if Qian Renxue had not saved him and someone else had, he absolutely would not have followed Tang San.

Setting everything else aside, he did not think he could be as stubborn as Tang San and directly oppose Spirit Hall. After all, not everyone had destiny's protection and could revive after dying, nor did everyone have a Clear Sky Douluo standing behind them.

However, when it came to backing, Jun Xuehan felt that he might have some as well. It could be seen from his martial souls that he was more or less connected to Gu Yuena, the Co-lord of Soul Beasts.

It was just that this backing might not necessarily be a good thing.

Suppressing his racing thoughts, Jun Xuehan rose from the bed and walked straight out of his room. He summoned the Silver Dragon Spear and continued practicing his spear techniques beneath the bright moonlight.

As the silver spear danced, it no longer felt unfamiliar in his hands. However, he was still far from mastery; for now, he could only be considered fluent.

At the entrance to the residence, She Long returned carrying a stack of documents. As he passed Jun Xuehan's room and saw him practicing with his spear, he could not help but sigh inwardly. What a diligent child.

Arriving outside Qian Renxue's room, She Long knocked on the door and said, "Young Mistress, I've brought back the information you requested."

The door opened, and Qian Renxue emerged from within. Taking the documents from She Long's hands, she asked calmly, "Did you discover anything unusual in Fengning Village?"

Hearing this, She Long thought for a moment before saying, "There was nothing particularly unusual. Xuehan's cool and detached personality was not something he was born with, but was formed by later circumstances and his environment. Six years ago, he was adopted by the villagers of Fengning Village. Then, due to an accident, he was called a Heaven Forsaken One and an Ominous One. Since no one had been willing to approach him from childhood, that was how he developed his detached personality."

She Long carefully recounted the information he had gathered in Fengning Village, while Qian Renxue listened and carefully read through the documents in her hands.