Spirit Hall in Uproar, Qian Daochen Returns!

A deep sense of jealousy and resentment welled up in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

He looked up, his tone turning harsh.

"Although I've said it before, there are no useless Martial Soul, only useless Soul Master."

"But a flawed weapon Martial Soul is doomed in terms of the laws of magic; it's completely useless."

"Qian Daochen's success today is by no means due to his own strength."

"The Spirit Hall has worshipped the Angel God for generations."

"He must have climbed to this position through divine mercy and by expending countless resources!"

The Shrek Academy members all agreed.

Flender shook his head and sneered.

Dai Mubai's tone was disdainful.

"I see."

"A powerhouse built on divine favor deserves to sit at the top of the Supreme Ranking?"

"Relying on gods is no real skill."

Edge of the square.

Zhu Zhuqing stood in the shadows under the eaves, her black hair falling over her fragrant shoulders.

She wore a tight-fitting leather outfit that accentuated her curvaceous figure.

Her long, slender legs were pressed tightly together.

Zhu Zhuqing remained indifferent despite the surrounding ridicule.

She looked up at the White Clothes Figure in the Heavenly Screen and murmured to herself.

Is it really Trash Martial Soul?

Qian Daochen is a legend in the Douluo Continent.

If he were truly an ordinary person, how could he have shattered a divine might with a single sword strike?

The mockery gradually subsided.

Many powerful figures on the continent also fell into deep thought.

The images in the sky did not stop.

Inside the main hall, facing the pity and even contemptuous gazes of those around him, the young Qian Daochen remained calm.

He sheathed the Remnant Sword and stepped out of the Martial Soul Awakening Array.

The following images flashed by rapidly.

There was no complaining or blaming.

There was no despair or giving up.

Spring goes and autumn comes, cold winter and scorching summer.

Mountain peaks, forests, and Desolate Plain.

White Clothes fluttered day after day under the wind, snow, and scorching sun.

The young figure gripped the Remnant Sword, slashing, thrusting, and parrying again and again.

He repeated the most mundane, basic Sword Moves countless times.

At this moment, endless doubts and curiosity arose in the hearts of Soul Master all over the continent.

A Remnant Sword Martial Soul.

How did he manage to break through the shackles of heaven and earth with just a Broken Sword and become the number one on the Supreme Ranking?!

Above Spirit City.

A broad Sword Shadow hovered in the clouds.

The Ice Dragon King and Fire Dragon King, who were perched on Qian Daochen's shoulders, were stunned.

The two Dragon King stared wide-eyed, completely unable to comprehend the scene before them.

"Master's Martial Soul... is a Broken Sword?"

The Fire Dragon King scratched his dragon scales, then was completely dumbfounded.

"How is this possible? How could the Master's Sword Intent come from a Remnant Sword?"

Qian Renxue raised her beautiful, snow-white chin.

His golden eyes were filled with astonishment.

Xiao Wu, standing beside him, also opened her mouth wide and froze on the spot.

Qian Daochen stood with his hands behind his back at the forefront of the Sword Shadow.

A gentle breeze brushed against the hem of his White Clothes robe.

Looking at the small figure practicing swordsmanship alone in the Heavenly Screen, a trace of reminiscence appeared in his eyes.

The Martial Soul that was awakened back then was indeed a Remnant Sword.

But that sword.

It was never just ordinary iron in the eyes of the world.

That Broken Sword carries its own slumbering, Special Secret.

Within the Remnant Sword lies a power that revives with each swing of the sword.

With each slash and each thrust, that power would merge into Qian Daochen's body.

Sword Intent, physique, and cultivation can all increase accordingly.

There are no additional conditions.

You can become stronger simply by wielding your sword!

Qian Daochen gaze upon the Heavenly Screen.

In the scene, White Clothes Figure raises his arm against the wind and snow, and the Remnant Sword strikes down once more.

The world only saw the Broken Sword.

Only he himself knew that after each swing of his sword, he could perceive the changes within himself.

That growth was extremely subtle, yet it never stopped.

"Grandpa."

Qian Renxue reached out and gently tugged at his sleeve.

"Was your Martial Soul later completed?"

She glanced at the Remnant Sword in the Heavenly Screen, then at the Godslaying Sword hanging beside Qian Daochen.

The two swords are too different.

She simply couldn't connect them together.

The Fire Dragon King approached.

"My Master, you only practiced these basic Sword Moves back then?"

The Qian Daochen in the Heavenly Screen have practiced the same move many times.

Each time he swung his sword, the Remnant Sword fell to almost the same spot.

The Ice Dragon King also raised its dragon head.

"That Remnant Sword must hold some other secret, right?"

Qian Daochen glanced at them.

"Didn't you just say that my Martial Soul is unprecedented and unparalleled?"

The Fire Dragon King's tail stopped.

It had spoken too confidently before, and now, when asked, it didn't know where to put its dragon claws.

"The Master's Martial Soul is naturally excellent."

The Ice Dragon King turned his head away, not responding to it.

Qian Renxue couldn't help but laugh.

"Grandpa, please tell us."

She took another half step forward, the hem of her golden skirt lightly brushing against the hem of his clothes.

Qian Daochen did not explain the secret of the Remnant Sword.

His gaze swept across the streets in the east of the city and suddenly stopped not far away.

"Um?"

A woman dressed in the uniform of the Spirit Hall was standing on the stone steps by the street.

The other person had a token hanging from their waist.

That token was not something that ordinary members of the Spirit Hall could possess.

"People from the Spirit Hall?"

Qian Daochen saw her face clearly, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Hu Liena.

Why is she standing here all alone?

Chengdong Subdistrict.

Hu Liena tucked the strands of hair that had fallen to the side of her face behind her ear and looked up at the Heavenly Screen.

She had been standing there for quite some time.

Bibi Dong has been in a bad mood for the past few days.

When Hu Liena went to pay her respects, she saw her teacher sitting alone on the throne several times, not even opening the documents handed to him.

The palace attendants became increasingly cautious in their actions.

Even Elder Ju rarely spoke ill of his teacher.

Hu Liena initially thought that the two great empires had done something again.

But then, she heard a name.

Qian Daochen.

Combining this with her reflections over the past few days, she had already guessed the reason.

The Worship Hall will surely welcome this powerful figure from the Qian Family upon his return.

But how should one interact with the Pope, who is also a teacher?

Hu Liena gently pursed her lips.

She wanted to help her teacher, but didn't know what she could do.

She wasn't even Titled Douluo.

How could she possibly meddle in matters of this level?

"Teacher..."

Hu Liena lowered her head, her fingertips fiddling with the token at her waist.

A moment later, the light streaming down from the Heavenly Screen drew her in once again.

In the scene, the young Qian Daochen stops and stands with his sword.

Snowflakes fell into his hair.

He raised his hand to brush the snowflakes from his forehead and gripped the sword hilt again.

Her fair face was flushed red by the cold wind, but her eyes remained fixed on the Remnant Sword in her hand.

Hu Liena was mesmerized.

"She was so cute when she was little."

As soon as she said it, she pursed her lips.

That's the elder brother of the Great Enshrined Qian Daoliu.

If we're talking about seniority, she has to be very respectful even when speaking to someone in front of her.

But the Qian Daochen in the Heavenly Screen were so intimidating that they did not inspire any fear.

Hu Liena watched as he swung his sword again.

One sword strike followed by another.

He didn't stop even as snow fell from the treetops beside him several times.

The smile on her face gradually faded.

"So, he was this hardworking even as a child."

Despite his incomplete Martial Soul, he did not give up cultivation.

Could she do it if she were in her shoes?

Hu Liena did not give an answer immediately.

She straightened up and looked at the White Clothes Figure in the Heavenly Screen.

No wonder he became a legendary Soul Master on the continent.

The Papal Hall.

Bibi Dong placed a summons document on the table.

She stopped watching the inventory and instead looked at the two people below the steps.

"Still no reply from the Snake Lance and the Pufferfish?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed and said, "Not at the moment."

"The people we sent to Heaven Dou City earlier only confirmed that they left with Qian Renxue."

"After that, they no longer reported their whereabouts to the Papal Hall."

Bibi Dong frowned.

The Snake Lance and the Pufferfish were originally under the command of the Qian Daoliu.

It's not surprising that they don't report everything to themselves.

However, Qian Renxue left Heaven Dou City, and along with the two Titled Douluo, they lost contact. This matter cannot be ignored.

"Haven't people outside the city already seen them?"

Ghost Douluo stepped forward.

The message has just been sent and has not yet been verified.

"Someone saw the young master enter Spirit City with two elders, accompanied by a White-Clothed Swordsman."

Bibi Dong raised her eyes.

"Qian Daochen."

She did not ask.

The only person who can make Qian Renxue abandon the arrangements of Heaven Dou City and have Snake Lance and Pufferfish follow her now is him.

Chrysanthemum Douluo glanced at the documents on the table.

"Your Majesty, shall we invite the young master to the Papal Hall?"

"You go yourselves."

Bibi Dong grasped the scepter.

"Find out where they are, and also find out what Qian Daochen is planning."

"I said before that he must not be prevented from entering the city."

"But that doesn't mean he can bypass the Papal Hall and arbitrarily mobilize the people in the city."

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged greetings.

"Yes."

The two left the main hall.

Bibi Dong looked up at the Heavenly Screen again.

The Remnant Sword was still held in the hand of the young Qian Daochen.

A wisp of Rakshasa Divine Power appeared in her palm.

The purple light traveled along the knuckles and finally disappeared into the scepter.

The Asura God descended with only a divine thought.

The fact that Qian Daochen could repel that divine thought does not mean that he has surpassed a true god.

She was just one step away from inheriting the divine Godhood.

"Half-Step Deity..."

Bibi Dong looked at her palm, her expression gradually returning to calm.

She wasn't without cards to play.

When it came down to a real fight, with her Twin Martial Souls and Rakshasa Divine Power, she was confident of a good chance of winning.

"Qian Daochen."

"I also want to see just how strong you really are."

Papal Hall.

A deacon quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"Greetings, Elders."

Chrysanthemum Douluo stopped in his tracks.

"The person has been found?"

"Found it."

The deacon immediately handed over the message that had just arrived.

"Qian Renxue, along with Elders Serpent Snake Lance Pufferfish, appeared in the east of the city."

"That White-Clothed Swordsman is also here."

Ghost Douluo looked towards the east of the city.

"They didn't go to the Worship Hall?"

No at the moment.

The deacon hesitated for a moment, then added another sentence.

"Hu Liena is over there too."

Chrysanthemum Douluo stopped reading the messages.

"Nana?"

When did she go there?

"Princess Hu Liena left the palace alone earlier; my men found her in the east of the city."

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance.

After entering the city, Qian Daochen did not go directly to the Worship Hall, but stopped where Hu Liena was.

Neither of them could dismiss this as a mere coincidence.

What does he want to do?

Chrysanthemum Douluo handed the document back to the deacon.

"Nana is a disciple of His Holiness the Pope."

Ghost Douluo looked up at the Heavenly Screen.

"Go ahead."

We can't let anything happen to her.

No matter how special Qian Daochen's identity is, the person sitting on the Pope's throne now is still Bibi Dong.

They were acting on the Pope's orders, so naturally they had to protect the Pope's disciples.

If Qian Daochen wants to use Hu Liena to threaten Bibi Dong, they can't just stand by and watch.

Two figures left the long staircase and headed straight for the east of the city.

In front of the stone steps by the street.

Hu Liena finally looked away.

She planned to return to the Papal Hall.

The teacher hasn't summoned her yet, so if she stays outside any longer, she won't be of any help.

But as soon as she turned around, she saw a man in White Clothes standing a few steps away.

The other person was looking at her.

Hu Liena paused in her steps.

"Who are you?"

Qian Daochen descended the last stone step, his robes fluttering gently with each step.

"Are you Bibi Dong's disciple?"

Hu Liena instinctively pressed her hand on the token at her waist.

She did not answer immediately.

There aren't many people in Spirit City who can directly address their teacher by their first name.

But the person in front of me doesn't seem to be here to cause trouble.

His clothing was not elaborate.

White Clothes, Ancient Sword.

Hu Liena glanced at that face twice before realizing she hadn't replied yet.

"I am Hu Liena."

"Do you need to speak with the teacher?"

Qian Daochen smiled calmly.

"I just saw you standing here and came over to ask."

Hu Liena blinked.

The way the other person looked at me was like an elder looking at a younger person.

But this face shows absolutely no signs of aging.

She couldn't help but take another look.

familiar.

She must have seen her somewhere before.

Hu Liena's gaze fell on his brows and eyes, then moved to the Ancient Sword beside him.

Have we met before?

Qian Daochen did not answer immediately.

Not far away, Qian Renxue was walking along the street.

The Snake Lance and the Pufferfish lagged half a step behind, and the Fire Dragon King also poked out its head.

Before Hu Liena could even see the faces of the people behind her, two auras of Titled Douluo pressed in from the other end of the street.

A golden light suddenly shone brightly.

The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum unfolds in mid-air.

A ghostly figure followed closely behind, flashing past the eaves of the houses along the street.

Chrysanthemum Douluo saw Qian Daochen standing in front of Hu Liena from afar.

The two were very close.

Hu Liena kept her head up, showing no intention of backing away.

He didn't bother to verify his identity anymore.

Nine Soul Ring rose one after another, and golden petals spread out in front of him.

Ghost Douluo simultaneously released his Martial Soul and circled around to the side of the stone steps.

"Qian Daochen, release the Pope's disciple!"

Hu Liena suddenly turned around.

Elder Ju.

Ghost Elder.

The two elders actually released their Martial Soul at the same time!

She looked at the person in front of her again, but only those three words remained in her mind.

Qian Daochen?

The light from the Heavenly Screen fell at that very moment.

The White Clothes Figure in the picture raised her head, revealing the face she had been staring at for so long.

Hu Liena looked up at the sky, then back at what was in front of her.

Same eyebrows and eyes.

The same expression.

Even the posture of standing while holding the sword perfectly matches the image in the picture.

She slowly released her grip on the token, her eyes gradually widening.

"You are... Qian Daochen?!"

Hu Liena stared at the White Clothes Figure before her, her eyes filled with astonishment.

Qian Daochen smiled calmly and did not deny it.

"It's me."

Just two simple words.

Hu Liena's breath hitched.

She should have thought of that sooner.

Who else could be the one to have Qian Renxue by his side, to have the Snake Lance Douluo and the Porcupinefish Douluo respectfully follow him, and to be ranked first on the Supreme Ranking, but Qian Daochen?

But even after learning the answer, she still couldn't calm down.

Above the Heavenly Screen.

As a child, Qian Daochen was still wielding his sword in the wind and snow.

Qian Daochen was already standing above Spirit City.

The two figures overlapped.

Hu Liena looked up at the Heavenly Screen, then looked back at Qian Daochen.

"Senior, I was rude just now."