Qian Daoliu Comes Clean, Qian Renxue Is Left Numb

Qian Renxue raised her head.

"Why are you telling me this now, Grandfather?"

"Because you've grown up."

Qian Daoliu looked at her.

"You have the right to know about your family."

Qian Renxue reached out and picked up the old cloth.

The fabric was extremely rough, yet it gave her an unfamiliar sense of closeness.

From the moment she was born, she had been the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall.

She had a mother, yet could never receive her mother's affection.

She had a grandfather, yet had always been arranged to bear Spirit Hall's future.

And now, she had suddenly learned that she also had an older brother.

That person might have been living somewhere all along.

"Grandfather."

"I want to find him."

Qian Daoliu did not stop her.

"The Far North is fraught with danger."

"I can take you there."

Qian Renxue shook her head.

"I want to find him myself."

"I want to know how he has lived all these years."

Qian Daoliu looked at her.

"You don't even know his name."

"Then I'll start looking from the Far North."

Qian Renxue put the old cloth away in her Soul Tool.

"As long as he is still alive, I will definitely find him."

She had not expected it.

That older brother she had never met had long since been standing by her side.

What she knew even less was that the child Qian Daoliu spoke of was Qian Chen.

Several days later.

Heaven Dou City.

The Soul Master Tournament officially began.

Outside Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, crowds had already gathered.

Teams from the major advanced Soul Master Academies entered the arena one after another.

Skywater Academy's carriage stopped at the entrance.

Qian Chen stepped down from the carriage.

Over his white brocade robe was a silver-white cloak Shui Bing'er had given him, its edges embroidered with pale blue snow patterns.

Shui Bing'er followed at his side.

She wore Skywater Academy's pale blue uniform, her long hair tied up with a snowflake hair ornament.

Shui Yue'er, Xue Wu, and Yu Hairou stepped down from the carriage in turn.

The Ice Empress and Snow Empress had not joined the competing team, but stood on the distant spectator stands.

The Snow Empress's white skirt trailed along the ground, her silver-white hair swaying gently in the wind.

The Ice Empress leaned beside her, her gaze fixed on Qian Chen the entire time.

"Chen'er."

The Ice Empress raised a hand and waved.

Qian Chen turned to look at her.

"Remember to come find us after the match."

"Alright."

Hearing that, Shui Bing'er looked up at the Ice Empress.

The Ice Empress immediately wrapped her arms around the Snow Empress's arm.

"Miss Shui can come too."

Shui Bing'er nodded.

"Of course."

Shui Yue'er stood between the two, smiling.

"Don't start fighting before the competition even begins."

The Ice Empress reached out and pinched her cheek.

"You're the least qualified person to say that."

Qian Chen ignored their playful bickering.

He led the people from Skywater Academy into the arena.

Cheers quickly swelled from the spectator stands.

The various teams emerged from the passageways.

When Shrek Academy's group appeared, discussions immediately broke out around them.

Ma Hongjun sat in the middle of the team.

After a period of treatment, his body could move again, but the foundation of his martial soul had never recovered.

Dai Mubai followed behind Flender.

His face was gloomy, and his walking posture was still unnatural.

Their gazes quickly fell upon Qian Chen.

Ma Hongjun gripped the edge of his seat.

"Finally, we meet again."

Dai Mubai stepped to the front of Shrek Academy's team.

He looked at the people from Skywater Academy.

"Qian Chen, you'd better pray that you don't run into us in today's competition."

Qian Chen stopped walking.

"Have you still not been beaten enough?"

Dai Mubai's expression changed.

"The Soul Master Tournament is different from a street brawl."

"On the arena, we'll let you see Shrek Academy's strength."

Ma Hongjun raised his head.

"You ruined the foundation of my martial soul."

"I'll personally knock you off the stage."

Qian Chen glanced at him.

"Take a look in the mirror first."

Ma Hongjun's face immediately flushed red.

"What did you say?"

"Someone whose martial soul foundation was destroyed still dares to bark here?"

Qian Chen looked at Dai Mubai.

"And there's a eunuch who couldn't even protect his own body."

"The two of you together are quite suited to be the face of Shrek Academy."

The surroundings fell silent for a moment.

Then, the spectator stands erupted with laughter.

"A eunuch?"

"Isn't that blond soul master the third prince of the Star Luo Empire?"

"Was he really crippled?"

"No wonder he walks so strangely!"

Dai Mubai's expression instantly turned ugly.

Ma Hongjun rose to his feet as well.

"You're courting death!"

"Am I wrong?"

Qian Chen looked at him.

"You can't even fully unleash your martial soul now."

"A piece of trash like you thinks he's qualified to threaten others?"

Laughter rang out again.

Ma Hongjun lunged forward a step, only for Dai Mubai to stop him with an outstretched hand.

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth.

"See you on the arena."

"Let's see if you can still laugh then."

Qian Chen did not look at them again.

"I'll wait for you to kneel on the stage."

The entire Shrek Academy team's expressions darkened.

Tang San stood at the back.

He did not speak, but his gaze remained fixed on Qian Chen.

A flash of purple passed through those eyes.

Yu Xiaogang stepped to the front of the team.

He wore a gray robe, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Qian Chen."

"As a soul master, you insult competing members before the tournament even begins."

"Is this Skywater Academy's upbringing?"

The surrounding gazes fell upon Yu Xiaogang.

Qian Chen turned around.

"And you are?"

Yu Xiaogang's expression darkened slightly.

"I am Shrek Academy's instructor, Yu Xiaogang."

"So it's you."

Qian Chen nodded.

"The trash master who proposed the Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls, yet cannot even break through level thirty himself."

Yu Xiaogang's body stiffened.

The discussions in the spectator stands swiftly grew louder.

Yu Xiaogang forcibly maintained his composure.

"Soul Power Level cannot determine everything."

"But you don't even have Soul Power."

Qian Chen looked at him.

"Someone who cannot even understand his own martial soul dares to lecture others about theories here?"

"You put on the airs of someone teaching all soul masters every day."

"But in reality, you merely cling to others and use their reputations to elevate yourself."

Yu Xiaogang curled his fingers into his sleeves.

Qian Chen continued:

"You stand here looking righteous, but in truth, you're nothing more than a hypocritical piece of trash."

"If Shrek Academy relies on you for guidance, then losing to Skywater Academy would be no surprise."

The spectator stands fell silent for a moment.

Then, even more laughter came from every direction.

"He's right!"

"Isn't Yu Xiaogang only level twenty-nine?"

"Someone with that level of Soul Power can guide advanced soul masters?"

"Shrek Academy hired someone like that as a teacher? No wonder they've never had any fame."

Yu Xiaogang's expression grew increasingly ugly.

Flender clenched his fists.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun looked around, their faces filled with embarrassment.

Tang San raised his head.

"Enough."

Qian Chen looked at him.

"Do you want to speak up for him too?"

Tang San stepped forward.

"Teacher's theories have helped many Soul Masters."

"You have no right to insult him."

"Then prove it to me."

Qian Chen remained where he stood.

"Prove his theories, or prove your own strength?"

Tang San did not answer.

His right hand slowly rose.

Blue Silver Grass emerged from his palm, several vines swiftly extending along the ground.

This was the entrance to the tournament.

Neither side had stepped onto the arena yet.

Yet Tang San had already unleashed his martial soul.

The referee and staff immediately looked over.

"Tang San!"

Shui Bing'er stepped forward half a pace.

"This isn't a place to fight."

Tang San did not stop.

Blue Silver Grass coiled toward Qian Chen from every direction.

He wanted to force Qian Chen to make a move.

As long as Qian Chen broke the rules, Shrek Academy could gain the upper hand through it.

Qian Chen looked at the Blue Silver Grass spreading beneath his feet.

"You people from Shrek Academy seem quite fond of acting outside the rules."

He raised his right hand.

Golden Soul Power spread from his palm.

The moment the Blue Silver Grass approached, it was shattered by an invisible force.

Tang San charged forward.

His first Soul Ring lit up.

"First Soul Skill, Entangling!"

Even more Blue Silver vines burst from the ground.

Tang San followed right behind them.

His fist shot straight for Qian Chen's chest.

Qian Chen did not release any Soul Rings.

He merely took a step forward.

Smack!

The force of his palm struck Tang San's chest.

Tang San was sent flying backward.

He smashed through the wooden railing behind him and crashed heavily onto the ground.

All the Blue Silver Grass snapped apart.

The entrance fell silent.

Everyone watched the scene.

Tang San pushed himself up from the ground.

His face was pale, and his blood churned in his chest.

That palm strike had not even used a soul skill.

Yet he had not managed to make a single move to defend himself.

Yu Xiaogang hurried to his side.

"Little San, are you all right?"

Tang San raised a hand and pushed Yu Xiaogang away.

He looked at Qian Chen, and for the first time, a grave expression appeared in his eyes.

"Just what is your strength?"

"You're not qualified to know."

Qian Chen walked forward.

Xiao Wu immediately stepped in front of Tang San.

She wore a pink short skirt, her long hair falling to her waist.

"You can't hurt Third Brother again."

Qian Chen stopped.

"Move."

"I won't let you pass."

Xiao Wu raised both hands.

Her eyes gradually glowed with pink light.

A wave of spiritual power spread from her eyes, rushing straight at Qian Chen's consciousness.

"First Soul Skill, Waist Bow!"

She did not immediately close the distance.

The power of Charm shrouded Qian Chen first.

Shui Bing'er immediately summoned her Ice Phoenix martial soul.

"Qian Chen, watch out for her spiritual attack!"

Qian Chen did not close his eyes.

The pink light entered his gaze.

The next moment.

A dragon's roar arose from the depths of his bloodline.

Nine-Colored Divine Light instantly pierced through his spiritual world.

The Dragon God Bloodline awakened.

The pressure belonging to a supreme bloodline surged back into Xiao Wu's body along the spiritual power she had released.

Xiao Wu's body abruptly froze.

The pink glow in her eyes quickly faded.

"Ah!"

She clutched her head with both hands and staggered back repeatedly.

The spiritual backlash made her face flush red.

The Waist Bow she had been preparing to use also went out of control.

Her body traced an arc through the air, her waist bending involuntarily as her legs nearly gave out beneath her.

Her pink skirt flared with the motion.

She hurriedly pressed it down, her face filled with both embarrassment and panic.

That Charm power had not affected Qian Chen in the slightest.

Instead, she herself had borne the full impact.

Xiao Wu stumbled and dropped to her knees.

Her cheeks burned red, and her breathing became rapid.

Another wave of loud laughter came from the stands.

"Wasn't she going to use Charm?"

"How did she fall before anyone else did?"

"This is way too embarrassing!"

Xiao Wu knelt on the ground, her hands still pressed against her forehead.

Her pink hair spilled over her shoulders, and her cheeks were flushed scarlet.

The laughter around her came wave after wave.

When she had unleashed her spiritual attack just now, everyone had assumed Qian Chen would be affected.

But the result was completely the opposite.

Qian Chen stood where he was, his white robes not even slightly disheveled.

Meanwhile, Xiao Wu could not even complete her soul skill because of the spiritual backlash.

"Is this Shrek Academy's ultimate technique?"

Shui Yue'er covered her mouth and laughed.

"She hadn't even touched Qian Chen before she fell down herself."

Xue Wu stood beside her, her gaze falling on Xiao Wu.

"Wasn't she trying to use Waist Bow just now?"

"How did she kneel before her waist even bent?"

Their words reached the ears of the Shrek Academy group.

Ma Hongjun's face flushed red.

Dai Mubai's hands had already clenched into fists.

Zhu Zhuqing stood beside Xiao Wu but did not reach out to help her.

Seeing Xiao Wu's bedraggled state, she lightly furrowed her brows.

Xiao Wu raised her face.

Listening to the endless discussion around her, her eyes quickly reddened.

"Third Brother..."

She reached out and grabbed Tang San's sleeve.

Tang San lowered his head and looked at her.

Xiao Wu's pink skirt was covered in dust, and her long hair was a tangled mess.

The face that usually carried a smile now held nothing but humiliation.

"I didn't mean to."

Tang San did not respond.

His gaze passed over Xiao Wu and fell on Qian Chen ahead.

Qian Chen stood there.

Shui Bing'er guarded his side, while Qian Renxue stood on the other.

Neither of them had made a move.

Everything that had happened just now was merely Qian Chen using the power of his bloodline to counter Xiao Wu.

Tang San's chest rose and fell continuously.

He recalled how he had been sent flying by a single palm strike, then saw Xiao Wu kneeling on the ground.

The ridicule all around him made it impossible for him to remain calm any longer.

"Qian Chen."

Tang San took a step forward.

Qian Chen looked at him.

"Still want to continue?"

"You humiliated Xiao Wu in public."

Tang San raised his right hand.

"Today's matter will not end like this."

Qian Chen glanced around.

"This is not the competition arena."

"You made the first move, yet after losing, you claim others humiliated you."

"Is this how Shrek Academy teaches its people?"

Yu Xiaogang's face darkened.

"Tang San, stop."

Tang San did not stop.

He stared at Qian Chen as blue light slowly appeared in his palm.

A stalk of Blue Silver Grass emerged from his hand.

Then, a deep rumble sounded behind him.

That was not the aura of the Blue Silver Grass martial soul.

A massive black hammer slowly condensed in Tang San's left hand.

The hammer's handle was covered in dark golden patterns, while its head was heavy and broad.

The instant it appeared, the air around them abruptly stagnated.

The Blue Silver Grass martial soul behind Tang San gradually vanished.

In its place was that black giant hammer radiating immense pressure.

The entire entrance quickly fell silent.

Everyone's eyes fell on Tang San's hand.

"What martial soul is that?"

"Isn't he a Blue Silver Grass Soul Master?"

"This aura is far stronger than the Blue Silver Grass from before!"

Flender's expression changed.

Yu Xiaogang abruptly looked up as well.

Tang San's second martial soul, hidden for many years, finally appeared before everyone.

Clear Sky Hammer!

The continent's number one tool-type martial soul!

Dai Mubai looked at the massive hammer in Tang San's hand, confidence returning to his face.

"Little San, do it!"

"We'll attack together."

Oscar immediately took out a sausage.

His first Soul Ring lit up.

"First Soul Skill, Recovery Sausage!"

A thick sausage appeared in his palm.

Oscar handed the sausage to Tang San.

Tang San took it and bit down immediately.

Gentle Soul Power flowed into his body.

The aura around him rose once more.