Self-Created Soul Skill: Dragon Spear Wind and Rain

Xue Qinghe listened to She Long's account and nodded slightly. He looked at Jun Xuehan and said, "It is truly remarkable that you defeated Yu Tianheng. A one-ring Soul Master defeating a Soul Grandmaster across ranks is a rare occurrence. And as one of the Twin Stars of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Tianheng is among the very best Soul Grand Masters."

As he spoke, Xue Qinghe extended a hand, seemingly intending to pat Jun Xuehan's head, but Jun Xuehan calmly evaded it.

Although I know the Xue Qinghe before me is in disguise, I really can't bring myself to let a man pat my head. Jun Xuehan sighed inwardly and focused on the delicacies before him.

Hearing his inner voice, Xue Qinghe smiled. A pale golden glow appeared in her hand, and with a sweep across her face, she returned to Qian Renxue's appearance. She then reached out again and gently stroked Jun Xuehan's silver hair.

Jun Xuehan's hair was very smooth and had a texture like silver crystal. It felt exceptionally pleasant to the touch.

As Qian Renxue stroked Jun Xuehan's hair, she took out a silver hairpin and placed it before him. "It is rather inelegant to leave your hair loose all the time. Tie it up. Besides, having it loose is inconvenient."

Jun Xuehan raised his head and looked at the hairpin before him. His silver eyes blinked twice. "I'm used to it, and it feels more comfortable this way."

I can't take this hairpin. Otherwise, they'll find out that I don't know how to tie my own hair. Jun Xuehan thought to himself, then lowered his head and continued eating as though nothing had happened.

It was quite embarrassing when he thought about it. After all, on the continent, people his age who did not know how to tie their hair were truly few and far between.

But there was nothing he could do about it. Jun Xuehan had worn short hair in his previous life. In this life, no one had ever taught him. Back in Fengning Village, it had already been good enough if he could fill his stomach and avoid starving to death. How could he have worried about his hair?

Qian Renxue seemed to have discovered something amusing. Propping her fragrant cheek up with one hand, she looked at Jun Xuehan with a half-smile. "Xuehan, don't tell me you don't know how? On the continent, someone your age who cannot tie their hair is even rarer than someone with Innate Full Soul Power."

Jun Xuehan paused mid-meal and looked up at Qian Renxue's teasing expression. "It's just more comfortable to leave it loose."

How did she know? Was I really that obvious just now? Jun Xuehan thought briefly before deciding not to dwell on it.

"Is that so? Then tie it up and let me see." Qian Renxue watched him with great interest, while inwardly thinking, Tsk, tsk. I never noticed that you have such a tsundere personality.

Jun Xuehan acted as though he had heard nothing. He merely lowered his head and quietly ate. You're right about everything, but no matter what you say, I'll answer with silence. He grumbled inwardly, though his expression did not change in the slightest.

Hearing the voice in her mind, Qian Renxue smiled silently. She picked up the hairpin, walked behind Jun Xuehan, and helped him tie up his hair.

Neither She Long, who stood nearby, nor even Jun Xuehan himself had expected that action. Jun Xuehan's body stiffened slightly, and he felt intensely uncomfortable.

She Long seemed to want to say something, but upon meeting Qian Renxue's gaze, he swallowed the words that had reached his lips.

Before long, Jun Xuehan's hair had been neatly arranged. A lock of silver hair fell diagonally before him, making his cool, aloof temperament even more pronounced.

"Now it looks much more comfortable." Qian Renxue patted Jun Xuehan's head, returned to her seat, and picked up a bowl and chopsticks to eat the delicacies before her.

"Thank you, Sister Xue'er," Jun Xuehan said softly before lowering his head again.

The young mistress of Spirit Hall, the treasured jewel of Worship Hall, a Main God of the divine realm, and the Angel God's chosen inheritor actually tied my hair herself. I'm truly flattered beyond belief. Jun Xuehan gave a bitter smile inwardly, then picked up his own bowl and chopsticks and continued eating as though nothing had happened.

However, Qian Renxue's hand tightened involuntarily around her chopsticks. She was deeply shocked, unable to calm herself for a long while.

"Xuehan actually knows about gods, and he knows so much about them. How is that possible?" Qian Renxue suppressed the shock in her heart and discreetly glanced at Jun Xuehan.

Across the entire continent, there were no more than a handful of people who knew that gods existed. Yet the six-year-old Jun Xuehan before her not only knew of gods, but even knew that the Angel God was a Main God in the divine realm. He even knew that she was the Angel God's inheritor, the person chosen by the Angel God.

One had to know that even within Spirit Hall, only her grandfather and the Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, knew of this matter. How did Jun Xuehan know? What else did he know? As those thoughts arose, Qian Renxue forcibly suppressed the urge to question him. Her face remained composed as she continued eating the delicacies before her as though she knew nothing. Yet an incomparably strong curiosity, along with a powerful desire to uncover the truth, rose within her.

She wanted to uncover Jun Xuehan's secrets and learn exactly how he knew these things. But she had to take it bit by bit, slowly. She could not be too hasty. She needed to proceed from slow to swift, advancing step by step.

Soon after lunch, Jun Xuehan returned to the entrance of his residence and summoned his martial soul, the Silver Dragon Spear, to practice his spear techniques. As the silver spear in his hand danced without pause, a flash of inspiration suddenly streaked through his mind.

Water Element and Wind Element quietly enveloped the Silver Dragon Spear in his hand. As he swung it, droplets of water seemed to gather around him, and the paths along which they fell followed an exceptionally regular pattern.

The Silver Dragon Spear moved continuously along the paths of the falling droplets. Wherever the silver spear passed, Water Element and Wind Element gathered in the air without dispersing. Moreover, each swing following the droplets' paths seemed to make the attack of the Silver Dragon Spear a little stronger.

"Ninety-Nine Return to One, Dragon Spear Wind and Rain!" Jun Xuehan thrust out his silver spear, and the surrounding droplets seemed to transform into long spears that shot forth alongside the Silver Dragon Spear.

The long spears stabbed outward in every direction like raindrops. Yet as the Silver Dragon Spear swung, they gradually converged into a single illusory spear. With the spear's thrust came the inescapable sensation of a rainstorm, combined with tremendous attack power.