Xiaoxiao and the Three-Life Soul Suppressing Cauldron

The orange glow of the evening sun shone upon the little girl's angry face. Her dark green hair was braided into a soft plait that fell gently beside ears as delicate as those of a porcelain doll.

She wore a light short dress, its hem swaying faintly with her nimble steps like petals blooming in the breeze. Small and exquisite, she resembled an elf of the forest. As she glared at the two men before her, her eyes held not only anger and irritation, but also a composure and weariness far beyond her age.

Youquan could not help but be drawn to the two utterly different qualities the girl possessed. She looked younger than Youquan, yet even Baishuang, who had gone through the incident at House Count's Manor, could not remain as composed as she did. That familiar feeling made Youquan think of herself.

The moment that possibility occurred to her, Youquan became intensely curious about the little girl in the distance.

However, the man standing before Youquan grew furious at being ignored and shouted in exasperation, "I'm talking to you!"

Youquan cast the lewd-looking man a glance but did not take him seriously. At that moment, her curiosity about the green-haired girl occupied all her thoughts.

"Get lost!" the little girl shouted angrily.

"Oho, quite the little firecracker!" The lewd man grew even more excited as he looked at the furious girl.

The little girl did not argue further. Her expression merely darkened as she immediately released her Martial Soul. Three golden cauldrons appeared around her.

"Second Soul Skill, Cauldron's Sway."

The lewd man had initially been startled to see that the little girl was a Spirit Master, but when he saw that she only had two Spirit Rings, his laughter became even more unrestrained.

With a wicked grin, the lewd man released his Martial Soul. Four Spirit Rings floated around him. Though they were not the optimal ring configuration, he still had two more Spirit Rings than the little girl. He was a genuine Soul Ancestor.

At the sight, a trace of killing intent entered Youquan's eyes. Relying on their greater Soul Power to bully and humiliate girls, these men clearly had not done this for the first time. Who knew how many more girls would fall victim to them in the future?

"What's his name?" Youquan asked the man before her.

"Oho, little miss, taken a fancy to him? His name is Bule, I'm Old Goose, and the one behind Bule is Tianya." The man deliberately introduced them in a deep, magnetic voice.

Old Goose's voice made goosebumps rise all over Youquan's body in disgust, but she continued watching Bule and the little girl.

Bule summoned two pink semicircular barriers. One protected himself, while the other blocked the little girl's golden cauldron.

Youquan could tell that the little girl's Martial Soul was not weak. On the contrary, it was quite formidable. But the gap in their Soul Power was simply too great, and the girl's cauldron was easily blocked by Bule's strange Martial Soul.

After Bule blocked the little girl's attack, the other barrier flew toward her.

Youquan was surprised to see the little girl's steps turn illusory as she used an eerie footwork technique to evade Bule's attack.

The little girl's golden cauldron Martial Soul vanished, and a jade-green flute appeared in her hand.

A melodious, pleasant tune drifted through the air. Though it had no Spirit Rings, the song still caused Bule's and Tianya's eyes to become unfocused.

Thanks to her powerful Soul Force, Youquan was unaffected.

While the two men were entranced, the little girl's expression changed as her Martial Soul transformed once more.

"National Treasure, Quake of the Cauldron." The massive golden cauldron attacked Bule again.

Perhaps because the gap in their Soul Power was too great, or perhaps because the little girl's flute Martial Soul had not been given any Spirit Rings, Bule quickly regained his senses. His barrier blocked the golden cauldron again.

Bule also put away his careless attitude and immediately unleashed his fourth Soul Skill. In the blink of an eye, another pink barrier enveloped the little girl, wrapping her up like a rice dumpling and leaving her helplessly at their mercy.

"Let me go!" the little girl shouted furiously.

"Hahaha! Bule, I've truly struck it rich today! Not only have several tender little girls delivered themselves to my door, but one of them even has Twin Martial Souls. Don't worry, I'll definitely treat you well." The lewd Bule threw the little girl a flirtatious look. Her face turned utterly miserable, as though she were about to vomit from disgust.

Youquan withdrew her appraising gaze and fixed her eyes on the green-haired little girl, entertaining the thought of taking her back to join her team.

"Uncle, hand that little girl over to me, then step aside and let us pass. If you do that, I'll pretend none of this happened today. What do you say?" Youquan smiled at Old Goose, but there was not a trace of warmth in her eyes.

Hearing Youquan's words, the little girl looked over as well.

The three men immediately burst into laughter. "Little miss, at your age, could you possibly be some kind of expert? Or is there not another little girl in your carriage, but some powerful Spirit Master?"

The reason Bule and the others could laugh so arrogantly was that they had observed Youquan's carriage at the previous post station. Aside from the driver, there were only two young girls inside.

Ning Rongrong could no longer sit still after hearing that and stepped out of the carriage.

"Do you know who I am?" Ning Rongrong shouted angrily.

Bule and the others did not care. "Of course we know. You're my future little wife! Hahahahaha!"

"How dare you!" Ning Rongrong was thoroughly enraged. She immediately released her Martial Soul. "Look carefully. My Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"

The three men's expressions changed in unison upon seeing Ning Rongrong's Martial Soul. Even the restrained little girl looked somewhat excited.

"You're from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!" Old Goose exclaimed in shock.

"Then get lost already!" Ning Rongrong shouted.

A conflicted look appeared on Bule's face. They had finally bribed the city guards to ignore what happened here, and after several days of investigation, they had managed to intercept them. It was the first time in so long that they had encountered such high-quality prey. They truly could not bear to give them up.

"Since you are a young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, please go on ahead. But these two little girls must stay behind." After struggling for a moment, Bule finally made up his mind.

"You!" Ning Rongrong wanted to curse at them angrily, but her good upbringing since childhood left her unable to say anything particularly nasty to this group of thugs.

"If you weren't a young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, you wouldn't be leaving either!" Tianya threatened in a hoarse, unpleasant voice.

"Little girl, what's your name?" Youquan ignored the three men and asked directly.

"My name is Xiaoxiao." After a moment of surprise, Xiaoxiao answered softly.

"Xiaoxiao, use that Movement Skill of yours to evade them and come behind me." Youquan extended her right hand, where a ball of milky-white flame flowed quietly in her palm.