A Titled Douluo Couldn't Defeat a Soul Douluo

Chen Xi released her martial soul, the Pen of Destiny. A yellow Century Spirit Ring flashed continuously around her body.

Raising the pen, she wrote She Long's name in midair. Chen Xi could clearly feel half her Soul Power and Mental Power being instantly drained. A sliver of her life force was extracted, but a warm current flowed through her body and replenished it in an instant.

After shifting for a moment, the golden words in midair formed a passage: The imperial palace was no match for a Soul Douluo and retreated. Jialing Pass was no match for a Soul Douluo, suffered severe injuries, and lost its ability to fight.

Chen Xi glanced at the words in midair before withdrawing her gaze. After adding the spirit ring, the Soul Power and Mental Power that had originally only been enough to use her fate-peering ability once could now support two uses.

Moreover, after that unknown seed had appeared in her Sea of Consciousness, the sliver of life force that had once been consumed could now be replenished the instant it was drained.

Chen Xi was extremely pleased by these two discoveries.

After all, not only had her ability grown stronger, but its negative effects had also been compensated for. This meant that as long as she had enough Soul Power and Mental Power, she could use it however she wished.

Unlike Chen Xi's delight, She Long stared at the words in midair, his eyes filled with deep confusion and self-doubt.

He could not understand how a nine-ring Titled Douluo like himself could possibly lose to an eight-ring Soul Douluo in the future. One defeat could perhaps be explained away as underestimating his opponent or being careless, but the second time, he had even been severely injured and rendered unable to fight.

After all, the gap between an eight-ring Soul Douluo and a nine-ring Titled Douluo was enormous. It was not merely the difference of one spirit ring, but disparities in Soul Power, strength, speed, defense, and other attributes as well.

It could even be said that eight rings and nine rings were separated by a tremendous dividing line. Besides, She Long was not someone who had only recently become a Titled Douluo. He was a rank ninety-two Titled Douluo.

"Those who can fight above their rank do exist. In the future, I must have encountered some peerless genius, which is why I lost to him twice."

She Long muttered to himself, but a trace of fighting spirit appeared in his eyes.

Who among those capable of becoming Titled Douluos had not been an outstanding talent of their era? So although he knew he had lost in the future, that was merely the future currently shown to him.

He only needed to work hard and improve his strength now. When he encountered that Soul Douluo in the future, he would let him understand the gap between a Soul Douluo and a Titled Douluo.

She Long silently made up his mind.

As Chen Xi listened to She Long's muttering, she picked up a piece of fruit from the table, wiped it on her clothes, and quietly took a bite.

She Long did not know who the Soul Douluo in those words was, but how could Chen Xi, a transmigrator, not know?

But knowing was one thing. Chen Xi had absolutely no intention of telling him.

Strictly speaking, She Long was not wrong to call that person a peerless genius.

After all, who among those capable of becoming Soul Douluos was not extraordinarily gifted? In any major faction on the continent, they could be considered a pillar of strength.

It was simply that there had been too many peerless geniuses in the previous era, their brilliance overshadowing the light these people had given off.

Just as Chen Xi quietly ate her fruit, an amused voice sounded from the entrance of the residence.

"Tut, it's only been a few days."

"She Long, how come you can't even beat a Soul Douluo now?"

She Long and Chen Xi looked toward the entrance and saw Qian Renxue walking into the residence with a box of pastries in hand. Following behind her was the somewhat burly Ci Xue.

Ci Xue glanced at the words in midair before turning his gaze to She Long. Clearly, he had been the one who spoke just now.

Qian Renxue raised her eyes and glanced at the words in midair. Her gaze settled on the words "imperial palace," and a thoughtful look quietly flashed through her eyes.

"That's only something that happens in the future."

"It hasn't happened yet. If I really encounter him later, I'll let him see the gap between a Titled Douluo and a Soul Douluo."

She Long shot Ci Xue a sideways glance, his tone indifferent.

The two had been partners for many years, so they were long accustomed to such things.

When Chen Xi saw Qian Renxue walking toward her, she withdrew her martial soul, stood up, and sweetly called out, "Sister."

"You should use that ability as little as possible."

"After all, it consumes life force. Using too much of it is not a good thing."

Qian Renxue lightly tapped Chen Xi on the head, then placed the pastries before her. "I brought these for you. Try them and see how they taste."

"Thank you, Sister."

Chen Xi thanked her first before picking up a pastry and taking a bite.

Feeling the soft, dense texture of the pastry, Chen Xi's eyes involuntarily narrowed.

"Tasty, right?"

"I picked these out especially for you."

Qian Renxue smiled and picked up a pastry herself to taste.

"They're delicious."

Chen Xi nodded lightly.

"I've already sent word to Spirit City."

"In about a month, someone will come to take you to Spirit City."

"Among the soul masters I brought with me, there are hardly any skilled in using Mental Power. Over in Spirit City, you might find a teacher well suited to guiding you. But there is one condition: you need to be outstanding enough."

Qian Renxue looked at Chen Xi with a faint smile in her eyes.

"Spirit City?"

Chen Xi blinked several times.

She was quite interested in going to Spirit City.

But before going to Spirit City, Chen Xi felt there was something she needed to do.

After all, Sunset Forest still held a great opportunity.

As for why she had not mentioned it when she went to Sunset Forest with She Long, the main reason was that Chen Xi did not know the specific method for picking Mystic Herbs.

Chen Xi's eyes shifted as she walked over to Qian Renxue, lowered her voice, and put on a mysterious expression.

"Sister, when I used my fate-peering ability a few days ago, I discovered a great opportunity."

"Oh?"

Qian Renxue seemed intrigued.

"What great opportunity?"

"Tell me about it. Sister will take you to get it."

Qian Renxue reached out and pinched Chen Xi's cheek.

"There's a place with lots of Mystic Herbs."

"As long as you choose one suited to yourself and absorb it, it can raise your Soul Power and your potential limit. One of them seems to be called the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum."

Chen Xi emphasized the words "Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum."

"Raise Soul Power and one's potential limit?"

"The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum?"

"Xiao Xi, where is this place? Sister will take you to reclaim what belongs to us."

Qian Renxue's eyes lit up slightly.

Increasing Soul Power was certainly good, but compared to raising one's potential limit, it was completely insignificant.