Qian Renxue: You Can't Fly, So You Can Only Hop Around on the Ground Like a Spider

Outside Pope Hall, a sturdy figure stood in the night.

Clad in a long robe with golden hair draped over his shoulders, he was Qian Daoliu, Spirit Hall's Grand Enshrined.

At that moment, the expression of this ninety-ninth-level Peerless Douluo was somewhat strained. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as though he were holding something back.

He recalled his past duel with that fellow Tang Chen.

When they were young, the two had fought many times, and he had always won by a move or half a move.

Yet in that particular battle, heaven knew what had gotten into him. He had insisted on competing with Tang Chen head-on in raw strength.

Now that a few children had exposed it with just a few words, his old face truly could not bear it.

"Using one's weakness to attack another's strength... what an idiot."

Qian Daoliu let out a quiet sigh.

He had lived for so many years and fought countless battles, yet in the end, he saw things less clearly than a six-year-old child.

He had actually tossed the most basic theories of Soul Master combat to the winds.

However, the instant he frankly admitted this, he suddenly felt his essence, energy, and spirit become slightly more solid, while the sword intent within him grew purer and sharper.

Qian Daoliu froze for a moment, then slowly shook his head and laughed speechlessly.

"I never expected it... I really am old. Even children understand this principle, yet I've been stubbornly fixating on it for so many years."

He chuckled, then heard the chirping voices of several children continuing to ask questions inside the hall. The corner of his mouth twitched again, and he silently turned around and quickly left.

If he stayed any longer, these little ancestors might call him "brain-damaged" or "what an idiot" again.

Inside Pope Hall.

Qian Xunji was being stared at by seven pairs of eyes, and cold sweat ran down his back.

"Teacher, could you explain it in more detail?"

"Exactly, Father. Why was Grandpa so foolish back then?"

"Grandpa Qian doesn't look like the type to compete in strength head-on. Why did he insist on taking a hammer head-on?"

Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, and Na'er stared at him with their blinking eyes, their thirst for knowledge shining like three little lanterns.

Though Ye Guyi said nothing, the curiosity in her gaze was no less apparent.

Zi Ji and Bi Ji stood slightly behind them, watching him as well, their faces clearly saying, "Please begin your explanation."

Luo Jiuyou stood to the side, his expression calm, though the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

Qian Xunji opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, then closed it once more.

He could not exactly say that the old man had gotten worked up and stubbornly insisted on facing Tang Chen head-on to the end, could he?

He weighed his words for quite some time before finally forcing out a sentence.

"...Well, your Grandpa Qian was... fighting for honor."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Bibi Dong tilted her head and asked with complete sincerity.

"Fighting for honor... means using your head to catch a hammer?"

Qian Xunji: "...That's not what I meant!"

He took a deep breath and forcefully steered the topic back.

"In any case, when you face Soul Masters in the future, don't make this mistake. Remember: use your strengths against their weaknesses, and use your own strengths to attack their shortcomings."

"Got it!"

Several children answered in unison, their voices crisp and decisive.

Seeing that they had taken it in, Qian Xunji nodded slightly and continued.

"However, you won't be going on the field directly when things begin tomorrow. You can first observe how Spirit Hall's Soul Master teams are formed and coordinated."

"Ah?"

Bibi Dong looked at Qian Xunji in surprise. "Aren't we supposed to fight those uncles right from the start?"

The moment the word "uncles" came out, the little ones in the hall immediately laughed until their eyes curved, their shoulders shaking.

Even Zi Ji's lips twitched slightly.

Qian Xunji's mouth twitched. He had wanted to correct her.

They were called the "younger generation," not uncles.

But when his gaze swept over the seven children before him, all only six years old, he swallowed the words that had reached his lips.

At their age, calling people in their teens or twenties uncles did not seem wrong.

After all, on Douluo Continent, one was already considered an adult at twelve and could start a family and have children.

His own disciples were still very young, with much time ahead of them, but each possessed monstrous talent.

Especially Luo Jiuyou, who was already a forty-ninth-level Battle Soul Ancestor.

Thinking of his outrageous Soul Skill configuration, Qian Xunji could not help silently worrying for Tang Hao.

"Ahem."

He cleared his throat.

"This time, Clear Sky Sect has come to challenge Spirit Hall's younger generation. They definitely won't fight you children directly from the start. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to save face if word got out."

Qian Renxue raised her hand like a little baby. "Father, if Spirit Hall's Soul Masters win, will we still have a chance to go on?"

Bibi Dong also chimed in resentfully. "Exactly, Teacher. We want to fight too! We'll beat them until they're utterly defeated!"

Qian Xunji looked at the disciples before him, their eyes gleaming brightly, and smiled helplessly.

"Don't worry. You'll have your chance."

He paused, his tone becoming slightly more serious.

"After all, among Spirit Hall's younger generation, there truly isn't anyone who can match Tang Hao."

Qian Xunji frowned slightly.

Although Spirit Hall was spread across the continent and sent Soul Masters to villages and towns every year to awaken martial souls for commoners free of charge, adopting a broad-net strategy.

There were ultimately few top-tier talented Soul Masters among the commoners they recruited, but this measure still provided Spirit Hall with a large number of outstanding lower- and middle-ranking Soul Masters.

It was simply that among this generation's younger talents, there truly was no one who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Tang Hao.

"So that means we'll still have a chance to go on then." Bibi Dong sighed in relief.

"You clearly just want to show off."

Qian Renxue reached out and poked Bibi Dong's cheek.

"Hmph." Qian Renxue then put her hands on her hips and raised her chin slightly.

"It's just that when the time comes, all of us can fly except you. You can only hop around on the ground like a spider, looking silly."

Bibi Dong: "..."

Her face immediately filled with grievance as she counted on her fingers.

Qian Renxue's Six-Winged Angel could fly, Ye Guyi's Sacred Angel could fly, Zi'er's Hell Demon Dragon could fly, Bi'er's Emerald Swan could fly, and her little junior brother Luo Jiuyou could fly with his External Soul Bone.

She looked around and discovered that she really seemed to be the only "ground unit."

But then she suddenly caught sight of Na'er nearby, whose eyes were sparkling, and immediately seemed to grasp a lifeline. She pointed at her.

"There's clearly another little junior sister! She can't fly either! Why do you always pick on me?"

Na'er: "???"

She blinked innocently, never expecting the flames of war to reach her.

The girls all turned their gazes toward Bibi Dong and Na'er, looked at one another, then burst out laughing.

Come to think of it, they really were the only two present who could not fly.

Bibi Dong had Twin Martial Souls, neither of which had wings.

Na'er had the weapon martial soul Silver Dragon Spear, so she could not fly either.

Thus, a somewhat comical scene appeared in everyone's minds at the same time.

On the Soul Fighting Arena, after Martial Soul Possession, the Six-Winged Angel, Sacred Angel, Hell Demon Dragon, and Emerald Swan all spread their wings and soared into the sky. Luo Jiuyou unfolded his Demon Dragon Wings, and everyone fluttered into the air.

Only Bibi Dong and Na'er remained where they were, one holding spider spears and the other gripping the Silver Dragon Spear, blankly raising their heads to watch everyone soar through the skies.

Thinking of that image, the girls laughed even more wildly, their shoulders trembling nonstop.

Bibi Dong: "..."

Na'er: "..."

Though they did not know exactly what the others were laughing about, both of them felt the overflowing malice from their fellow disciples.

Bibi Dong's cheeks immediately puffed up as she glared at Qian Renxue, who was laughing the hardest.

Na'er silently took a few steps over to Luo Jiuyou's side, raised her head, and tugged at his sleeve.

"Senior Brother."

She blinked her ruby-like eyes, her voice soft and sweet. "Will you take me flying with you when the time comes?"

The girls' laughter abruptly stopped.

Six pairs of eyes instantly fell upon Na'er.

Zi Ji and Bi Ji exchanged glances, their expressions unchanged, but the same thought surfaced in both their hearts.

My Lord, what skillful tactics.

Luo Jiuyou looked down at Na'er's crimson eyes, fell silent for a moment, then ultimately nodded. "I can."

Na'er's eyes curved as she smiled. "Yay, Senior Brother is so nice."

Bibi Dong: Stare!

Qian Renxue: Stare!

Ye Guyi: Stare!

The three girls fixed their gazes on Na'er at the same time, faintly sensing the feeling that someone was stealing their home.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became subtle and strange.

Qian Xunji hurriedly coughed several times, breaking the odd silence.

"Alright, alright, that's enough discussion for tonight. Go back and rest first. Preserve your energy and prepare yourselves.

Tomorrow, first watch the Soul Fighting match between Spirit Hall's younger generation and Clear Sky Sect, and learn from their experience."

"Yes, Teacher."

Seven voices answered together, crisp and pleasant.

Only then did everyone disperse in twos and threes.

As they walked out of the hall, the night wind carried a chill that rushed toward them.

Bibi Dong walked at the front, muttering as she went.

"Hmph, so what if you can fly... Once I get a flying Soul Skill too, let's see who still dares laugh at me..."

Qian Renxue leisurely added from beside her, "Talk after you get one, Eldest Senior Sister."

"Damn it! Just you wait!"

"Heh, I'll be waiting gracefully in the sky with my angel wings spread."

"Damn it! Heaven's Punishment!"