People Like That Wouldn't Last a Day in the Brutal Soul Master World Ten Thousand Years From Now!

"Old dog Tang San."

"Even if my initial Martial Soul is still the trash Martial Soul Spirit Eyes..."

"After these years of building a foundation with the Mysterious Heaven Skill, my meridian resilience is far beyond that of ordinary people!"

"Never saw that coming, did you? The skill you're so proud of will become a stepping stone for my revenge!"

Besides pushing himself relentlessly,

Huo Yuhao had a particular fondness for collecting scrap.

As a top Soul Tool master, he had a natural love for gathering all sorts of strange materials.

Fine iron, chunks of copper, fragments of broken weapons...

Whenever he spotted any, he collected it at once, piled it all in his room, and spent every day tinkering with it.

He had no desire to speak with the evil people of Spirit Hall around him.

So he poured all his energy into those materials instead.

On the Douluo Continent of ten thousand years ago, he would recreate the glory of Soul Tools.

He would use the power of Soul Tools

to arm himself and face his greatest enemy, Tang San!!!

Qian Renxue had been reborn with a darker heart, while Huo Yuhao had crossed time itself for revenge.

Both of them worked themselves to the bone.

So what was their big brother, Qian Renchuan, doing?

He was...

sleeping.

That was right. As Spirit Hall's Eldest Young Master,

Qian Renchuan's favorite pastime was carrying a lounge chair to the sunniest spot in the courtyard, closing his eyes, and taking a long nap.

The maids who cared for him all said in private

that the Eldest Young Master had the best temper and was a living saint. He was just a little too lazy.

So whenever Huo Yuhao returned from training and saw his big brother still sprawled out and snoring, disdain flashed through his eyes.

Born into such an evil power, yet all he knows is pleasure. What a useless fool.

People like him wouldn't last a day in the brutal Soul Master World ten thousand years from now.

Qian Renxue passed by on occasion too.

Seeing Qian Renchuan sound asleep, she would sigh to herself.

I didn't have this big brother in my last life.

In this one, I have an extra deadweight.

Forget it. Once I take power, I'll make sure he lives in comfort. We were never going to walk the same path.

Qian Renchuan showed no reaction to his younger siblings' contempt.

He even rolled over in his lounge chair,

smacked his lips, and kept sleeping.

But neither Huo Yuhao nor Qian Renxue knew that notifications were flooding their big brother's mind.

[Ding—]

[Bond Object "Qian Renxue" contemplated the Angel God Statue for two hours. Tenfold return triggered.]

[Congratulations, Host. Ultimate Sacred Attribute affinity +10.]

[Congratulations, Host. Angel Origin Power +10.]

[Ding—]

[Bond Object "Huo Yuhao" completed one full circulation of the Mysterious Heaven Skill. Tenfold return triggered.]

[Congratulations, Host. Pure Innate Internal Power +10.]

[Congratulations, Host. Meridian Resilience +10!]

[Ding—]

[Bond Object "Huo Yuhao" practiced the Purple Demon Eyes. Tenfold return triggered.]

[Congratulations, Host. Vast spiritual power +10.]

This had been Qian Renchuan's daily life for the past few years!

The workers were grinding away!

The boss was collecting the profits!

No matter how fiercely Qian Renxue and Huo Yuhao pushed themselves, Qian Renchuan received tenfold returns from it all.

Day and night!

Without a single break!

No one knew what was happening inside Qian Renchuan's body by then.

Thanks to the tenfold return of the Mysterious Heaven Skill's internal power, his meridians had widened until they resembled great rivers.

His internal power had even begun to liquefy!

And thanks to Huo Yuhao's practice of the Purple Demon Eyes and Qian Renxue's contemplation of the Angel God, his spiritual power had grown to a level unimaginable for anyone his age.

Keep at it. Push yourselves as hard as you like, my dear little brother and sister.

Qian Renchuan stretched comfortably.

He was in excellent spirits.

The more you want to bring down Tang San and change your fates, the more invincible your big brother becomes.

Night fell.

Tomorrow was Spirit Hall's Spirit Awakening Ceremony.

This year, the Pope Qian Xunji's triplets would awaken their Martial Souls for the first time.

Not only did Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji attach great importance to it, but Bibi Dong, who had been in seclusion for years, had also sent word that she would attend in person.

Late that night,

in his bedroom,

Huo Yuhao wore a cold expression.

He ran his fingers over a piece of fine iron in his hand, his gaze sharp.

Tomorrow is the day I, Huo Yuhao, take my first step in this era.

But I can't stand out too much and draw Spirit Hall's attention. I have to hide my strength, lie low, and wait for a chance to escape!

Only after I leave this place can I look for Brother Sky Dream.

And Qiu'er...

In the room next door,

Qian Renxue sat cross-legged as well.

Tang San, have you even been born yet?

My legend, the legend of Qian Renxue, is about to begin!

This time, I'll make sure my start is flawless!

The next day,

the sun blazed in a cloudless sky.

At Spirit Hall's central square,

the annual Spirit Awakening Day was being held with particular ceremony.

A huge White Jade Pillar pierced the sky. The square was packed with people, yet not a sound could be heard.

Thousands of Spirit Hall's elite guards stood armored and armed,

sealing off the square so tightly that no one could slip through.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the towering Awakening Platform in the center.

Today was also the day the Pope Qian Xunji's triplets would awaken their Martial Souls.

On the raised platform,

the Pope Qian Xunji stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a magnificent golden robe.

The Grand Priest Qian Daoliu sat to one side, his gaze piercing.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Crisp footsteps sounded from deep within the hall.

The crowd parted on its own, opening a broad path.

A tall, graceful figure approached slowly. Purple hair fell over her shoulders, her face was breathtaking, and a brilliant golden gown traced her perfect figure.

It was Spirit Hall's Saintess, who had spent nearly all her time in seclusion since giving birth:

Bibi Dong.

Seeing that Bibi Dong had come in person, Qian Xunji immediately greeted her with a smile.

"Dong'er, you've come out of seclusion."

But Bibi Dong did not stop. She walked straight past him.

"Begin."

With that,

she reached a high-backed chair off to the side and sat down.

Behind her, Qian Xunji's smile froze, and his fists clenched.

He wanted to lash out.

But with thousands of eyes on him,

he forced down the darkness in his gaze, turned, and managed to put on a semblance of papal composure.

After sitting down,

Bibi Dong turned her head slightly.

Her gaze swept over the three six-year-old children standing below the platform.

Deep in her eyes,

an exceedingly complicated emotion flickered.

There was disgust and pain, and perhaps a trace of conflict too faint to discern.

Of the three children below, only the second eldest, Qian Renxue, raised her chin and met Bibi Dong's gaze across the space between them.

Mother, you still look down on everyone with that same cold expression.

In my last life, I longed for your love.

In this life, I understand your suffering. But I don't need it anymore.

The eldest, Qian Renchuan, and the youngest, Huo Yuhao, both remained calm. Neither even looked up.

When Qian Renxue's thoughts ended, Huo Yuhao's voice sounded once more in Qian Renchuan's mind.

The Pope and Saintess of this evil power only pretend to be united.

When it's my turn to awaken, I must suppress every trace of my aura. I can't let them discover my foundation in the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Only then will they overlook me, and I'll have a chance to leave.

At that moment, Qian Xunji's voice rang out across the square.

"The awakening ceremony..."

"Begins now!!!"