Qian Renxue, What the Hell Are You Humming For?

"How could this happen?"

Even after Jiang Li and Xiao Wu had gone far away, Tang San still stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the Sleeve Arrow in his hand.

In his previous life, he had been a Tang Sect prodigy who cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Technique to the ninth level. He could even personally forge the Buddha's Fury Lotus, which had been lost to the Tang Sect for centuries.

In this life, although his Martial Soul was the universally acknowledged trash Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, he still possessed the Tang Sect techniques he had cultivated in his previous life, as well as the talent of a Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power.

Moreover, from the words of his teacher Yu Xiaogang and his father Tang Hao, he could tell just how extraordinary his other Martial Soul was.

Thus, although he always maintained a humble attitude toward others on the surface, he was actually quite proud inside. For instance, he had never regarded Wang Sheng, the commoner Soul Master he had defeated, as worthy of notice.

Even Jiang Li, who also possessed Innate Full Soul Power, had been someone Tang San viewed with a detached sense of superiority—at least until he learned that Jiang Li had rejected Yu Xiaogang as his teacher and met Xiao Wu.

Yet he had never imagined that he would lose to Jiang Li so easily. Even after using his Hidden Weapon, the Sleeve Arrow, he had been unable to do anything to his opponent.

He admitted that he had underestimated Jiang Li during their fight, but Jiang Li had not even used a Soul Skill in battle.

Tang San clenched the Sleeve Arrow tightly in his hand.

At that moment, two figures seemed to appear before his eyes.

On the left was his teacher, Yu Xiaogang, saying, "There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters!"

On the right was Jiang Li, the opponent who had just defeated him, saying, "You didn't even use your Martial Soul in battle. Do you think your Martial Soul is useless, or do you think you are?"

Should he work hard as a Soul Master to cultivate his Martial Soul? Or should he persist in using the Hidden Weapons that represented the efforts of his entire previous life, yet had been called toys by Jiang Li?

At that moment, Tang San fell into deep confusion.

Meanwhile, Jiang Li brought Xiao Wu to the house he had rented outside Notting Academy.

The moment she entered the room, Xiao Wu tossed the bundle in her hands aside and flopped onto the bed spread-eagled. "Phew, we're finally here. I'm exhausted."

"Really? From carrying so little stuff?"

Seeing Xiao Wu lying on the bed in such an unladylike pose, Jiang Li could not help rolling his eyes.

Although he had studied at Notting Academy for a year and lived in the Seventh Dormitory for a year, to be honest, he did not have much to pack.

Just one blanket and two pillows—how heavy could they be?

He had directly stored his spare clothes and important belongings in the Summoning Space.

Besides, the house he rented was not far from Notting Academy. It could practically be called the Douluo Continent version of a school district home.

So, he could tell that Xiao Wu was subtly expressing her displeasure at his earlier claim that she might lose to Tang San in a fight.

Still, he merely saw through it without saying anything.

With Xiao Wu's temperament, she truly needed some tempering.

He did not want the rabbit he had contracted to turn into a foul-mouthed, tactless rogue rabbit like in the original story.

"Doesn't your Martial Soul have some kind of Summoning Space? Couldn't you just put everything in there? Why did you have to make me carry it?" Xiao Wu asked resentfully.

"Never flaunt your wealth, Xiao Wu." Jiang Li spoke earnestly. "Storage Soul Tools are not common on Douluo Continent. You could even say they are priceless treasures that cannot be bought with a fortune."

"Our Soul Power levels don't even add up to level thirty. If someone finds out I possess something so precious, aren't you afraid you'll get captured and braised?"

The moment she heard the word "braised," Xiao Wu shuddered. She hurriedly shook her head inwardly before asking, "But isn't that Limit Douluo called Qian Renxue by your side?"

After entering the room, Qian Renxue, who had been floating around the house like an excited husky, drifted before Xiao Wu and said, "Little rabbit, were you calling me?"

It was no wonder Qian Renxue was so excited. The blond Qian Renxue born from the God Trial had never even left the palace of the Angel God Trial before her death.

Everything she knew about the outside world came only from the blond Qian Renxue's memories.

And in this life, after being revived within Jiang Li's Martial Soul, she could not stray too far from him either.

But Jiang Li's daily life was simply too regimented and too boring: classes at the academy, reading in the library, eating in the cafeteria, returning to the dormitory to cultivate. Every day followed the same four-point routine.

Of course, Qian Renxue had been quite ladylike at first. Only after discovering that no one could see her in her soul form did she gradually begin to let herself go.

When Qian Renxue floated in front of her, Xiao Wu nervously hid beside Jiang Li and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Don't worry, little rabbit. I'm not going to eat you," Qian Renxue said with an amused smile.

Xiao Wu hurriedly nodded, but she showed no intention whatsoever of letting go of Jiang Li's clothes.

She was a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who had taken human form. With a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo standing in front of her, what Soul Beast would not be afraid?

"Enough. Xiao Xue is in soul form. Other people can't see her, and she can't hurt anyone." Jiang Li patted Xiao Wu's hand.

Xiao Wu asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"It means that, aside from providing me with Martial Soul power and knowledge about Soul Masters, Xiao Xue can't do anything right now," Jiang Li explained.

"Little Jiang Li, isn't that a bit too much? What do you mean, I can't do anything?" Qian Renxue puffed out her cheeks angrily as she looked at him.

Jiang Li retorted, "Then tell me, what can you do right now?"

"I... I..." Qian Renxue thought for a moment, then said with complete confidence, "At the very least, I can keep you company and chat with you when you're bored."

"Fine, whatever you say." Jiang Li spread his hands and shrugged helplessly.

Seeing the perfunctory look on Jiang Li's face, Qian Renxue wanted nothing more than to pick up the bundle Xiao Wu had placed aside and smash it into Jiang Li's face.

However, what depressed Qian Renxue even more was what Xiao Wu said next.

Xiao Wu said to Qian Renxue, "Huh? So you're just for show?!"

"Mm-hm."

In response, Qian Renxue merely tilted her head and gave a soft hum.

Xiao Wu snapped, "What the hell are you humming for?!"

Although Xiao Wu had muddle-headedly been coaxed by Jiang Li into signing the contract, the information about Qian Renxue on the first page of Jiang Li's Martial Soul, the Summoning Grimoire, had truly brought her great comfort.

It made her feel that since Jiang Li could form a contract with a Limit Douluo, then helping her find information about her mother in the future should not be difficult for him.

However, she had never expected this so-called Limit Douluo before her to be all show and no substance.

She was not even as capable as Xiao Wu, a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form.

Although both of them had lost their power, Xiao Wu could at least cultivate as a Soul Master and grow stronger, couldn't she?