Freshly a Soul Saint? I'm a Level 99 Limit Douluo!

After the carriage passed through the city gate, it continued along the official road toward Heaven Dou City.

Yu Xiaogang sat inside the carriage. He had just taken out the booklet he carried when Li Qingshan, seated opposite him, suddenly raised his head. His expression had changed slightly.

"Teacher, what is it?"

Li Qingshan did not answer at once. He lifted the curtain and glanced back along the road. A powerful presence was racing after them.

"Someone's following us?"

A thought stirred in Li Qingshan's mind, and he soon guessed who it was.

It had to be someone from the Clear Sky Sect. After the clash in the city, he could think of no one else who would pursue them now.

"That was quick." Li Qingshan lowered the curtain and smiled at Yu Xiaogang. "Xiaogang, someone from the Clear Sky Sect is coming."

The smile on Yu Xiaogang's face faded. "They still dare to come after us?"

"You go on with the carriage." Li Qingshan calmly straightened his sleeve and stood. "I'll be back shortly."

Yu Xiaogang instinctively wanted to object, but the words stopped at his lips.

His teacher was a Level 99 Limit Douluo. If the Clear Sky Sect insisted on making trouble, it was better for his teacher to settle matters than to have them followed all the way.

And with his current cultivation, staying would be no help. If a fight broke out, his teacher might even have to divide his attention to protect him.

With that thought, Yu Xiaogang closed his booklet and nodded solemnly.

"This disciple understands."

"Please be careful, Teacher."

Li Qingshan gave a slight nod.

"Tell the coachman to keep going. There's no need to stop and wait for me."

With that, he lifted the curtain and flashed out of the carriage. His toe touched lightly against the roadside, and he sped back the way they had come.

Yu Xiaogang leaned out, but caught only a glimpse of a figure rapidly receding into the distance.

Once he had left the carriage, Li Qingshan's expression grew more serious. He had told Yu Xiaogang to go ahead not merely to keep him out of danger.

More importantly, he did not want his disciple to see his true cultivation.

For now, he could not call upon that wisp of a Limit Douluo's oppressive aura. If he truly had to fight, all he could display was his Level 70 Soul Power, the Passionate Sword and the Heartless Sword.

And a wisp of a Limit Douluo's Spiritual Power, along with some Spatial Control!

He had previously claimed to be suppressing his cultivation to walk the path of training anew, but it was still better to keep certain things from Yu Xiaogang.

Especially in a fight. He could hardly battle an opponent while explaining to his disciple why a Limit Douluo like him was having such a hard time with a Soul Douluo.

As Li Qingshan thought, his feet never slowed. Following the presence drawing ever closer, he sped to meet it.

Moments later,

a burly figure carrying a dark hammer appeared directly ahead of him.

It was Tang Lie. He had asked around at the city gate and learned that Li Qingshan and his companion had just departed by carriage, so he had pursued them along the official road.

But before he could catch the carriage, a young man appeared ahead of him.

Long black hair, handsome features, blue fighting clothes, and around twenty years old. He matched the description those disciples had given.

Tang Lie stopped and fixed his gaze on Li Qingshan. After sensing his aura carefully, he frowned. "You're the one who beat up my sect's people?"

Li Qingshan stopped a few paces away. "If you mean the ones who tried to steal my Soul Beast meat at the foot of the mountain, then yes."

Tang Lie looked him up and down, then gave a cold laugh.

On his way here, he had remained somewhat cautious. Those disciples might have bungled the job, but they were Soul Masters. Surely they could tell one aura from another.

Now that he had seen the man for himself, his last misgivings vanished.

A Titled Douluo? The Soul Power coming from this young man showed that he had only just reached the Soul Saint level!

"Just a brat who's barely become a Soul Saint." Tang Lie tightened his grip on the hammer. His voice turned icy. "And you dared steal from the Clear Sky Sect? You're courting death!"

Li Qingshan raised an eyebrow.

I stole from the Clear Sky Sect? Those fellows certainly knew how to twist a tale when they got back.

"I paid for that Soul Beast meat, and your sect's people tried to snatch it away."

Li Qingshan looked at him and spoke slowly:

"They failed, so they went back and claimed I stole from them? If you came to stand up for them, you could at least have found out what happened first."

Tang Lie had no patience for his explanation.

As far as he was concerned, his sect's disciples had been beaten. The Soul Beast meat they had bought had not made it back to the sect. Both were facts.

If this brat had not used his strength to bully them, why had he beaten the Clear Sky Sect's people into such a state?

"Enough excuses!"

Tang Lie's voice rang out.

"If you have something to say, take two blows from my hammer first. Then we'll talk!"

As his words fell, Soul Power surged from him. Seven Soul Rings rose swiftly from beneath his feet and revolved around his body.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

When the final black Soul Ring appeared, the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Lie's hand suddenly grew much larger. A dark glow, heavy with fire energy, spread across it.

The grass beside the road flattened beneath the force of his Soul Power. The presence Li Qingshan had sensed only vaguely before now stood clear before him.

Around Level 79... No wonder I mistook him for a Soul Douluo when I sensed him from afar, Li Qingshan thought.

He studied the fiery-tempered Clear Sky Sect elder and the fire energy on his Martial Soul. A guess quickly formed: Tang Lie, the Clear Sky Sect's seventh elder!

In the original story, this man had already been a Titled Douluo when he appeared.

But Tang San would not become Yu Xiaogang's disciple for another thirty years. The higher a Soul Master's cultivation rose, the harder further progress became. An ordinary Soul Douluo often needed three to five years of arduous training to gain a single level.

At the Titled Douluo level, without some exceptional opportunity, taking ten or even twenty years to gain one level was nothing unusual.

He could hardly assign Tang Lie the cultivation he would have thirty years from now. Level 79, close to Level 80, made sense for him at present.

That thought put Li Qingshan more at ease. If a Titled Douluo had come, he truly would have needed to consider how to escape. But if it was only a Level 79 Soul Saint...

An idea for rapidly building up authenticity took shape in his mind.

Li Qingshan slowly raised his right hand. Silver light gathered in his palm, then swiftly formed into a gleaming silver-white sword.

He lifted his gaze to Tang Lie, his voice turning cold.

"I am Level 99. My title is Love Sword."