Qian Renxue: Bibi Dong, I Have My Own Life!

A faint smile appeared on Tang Ya's face.

"Xiaotao is very strong."

"Even if Shrek Academy sends a Soul Saint, they might not be able to subdue you."

Qian Renxue turned to Tang Ya.

"A Soul Saint can use a Martial Soul Avatar."

"The gap between a Soul Emperor and a Soul Saint is far greater than their Soul Power Levels suggest."

"Aren't you worried?"

Tang Ya lightly patted the Storage Soul Tool at her waist.

"We have high-level Soul Tools with us."

"Unless a Titled Douluo steps in personally, an ordinary Soul Saint will have a hard time threatening us."

Ma Xiaotao nodded.

"Even if a Super Douluo comes, we won't be helpless."

Qian Renxue glanced at their Storage Soul Tools, curiosity stirring in her eyes.

The confidence Tang Ya and Ma Xiaotao displayed exceeded her expectations.

They were only Soul Emperors, yet they thought little of Soul Saints.

They were unwilling to back down even before a Super Douluo.

Just how far have Soul Tools advanced ten thousand years from now?

Qian Renxue was about to ask when footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance.

A man in a Spirit Hall robe approached from the far end of the street.

He was tall and thin, with a serpentine spear in his hand.

It was Snake Lance Douluo.

Snake Lance Douluo came before Qian Renxue and knelt on one knee.

"Young Mistress."

Qian Renxue looked at him.

"What is it?"

Snake Lance Douluo took a letter from his robes and offered it with both hands.

"His Holiness the Pope ordered me to deliver this letter to you."

Qian Renxue looked at the Spirit Hall seal on the envelope, and her expression gradually cooled.

"A letter from that woman?"

Snake Lance Douluo did not answer. He simply held out the letter.

Qian Renxue took it.

She broke the seal and read the letter.

The opening carried Bibi Dong's usual tone.

She demanded to know why Qian Renxue had spent years undercover in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace without completing her plan.

She demanded to know why Qian Renxue had yet to gain control of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.

She also warned Qian Renxue not to forget who she was, much less lose herself in the name Xue Qinghe.

Qian Renxue's expression barely changed as she read the first few paragraphs.

She had heard these words many times before.

Ever since she had infiltrated the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Bibi Dong had piled pressure on her.

She had to act cautiously.

She had to conceal her identity.

She had to earn Xue Ye's trust.

She had to complete the mission Spirit Hall had assigned her.

She could not fail.

Nor could she afford to.

Qian Renxue had been trained by the Worship Hall since childhood.

She had never lived like an ordinary child.

Others could grow up beside their parents, enter an academy to train, and make friends their own age.

But she could only train day after day.

Then she had to leave Spirit City and enter the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace alone.

She had to live under another identity.

Every day, she faced Xue Ye, Prince Xue Xing, and the open and hidden struggles within the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.

She could not reveal her true Martial Soul.

She could not expose her true cultivation.

She could not even speak her mind without weighing the consequences.

Qian Renxue lifted her gaze.

She was not yet twenty-three.

She was at an age when ambition burned bright.

She, too, wanted to be like an ordinary Soul Master: join an academy, make some friends, and take part in a real Soul Master Tournament.

She, too, wanted a happy childhood.

But none of those things had ever been hers.

Now, at last, she reached the part of the letter concerning the Soul Master Tournament.

Bibi Dong wanted her to suspend her infiltration and find a team for the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament.

Qian Renxue's fingertip stopped on the page.

She could enter the tournament openly as Qian Renxue.

She would not have to hide her Martial Soul.

She would not have to pretend to be Xue Qinghe.

And she would not have to calculate how to phrase every word she said each day.

She could stand before everyone and display her strength openly.

A spark appeared in Qian Renxue's eyes.

At last, she could do something she wanted to do.

"The Soul Master Tournament..."

She murmured the words.

Of everything in Bibi Dong's letter, this arrangement pleased her most.

But as Qian Renxue read on, her expression soon darkened again.

Later in the letter, Bibi Dong instructed her not to come into conflict with Shrek Academy if she encountered them.

In particular, if she met Tang San, she was to treat him as amicably as possible.

Bibi Dong wrote that Tang San was Yu Xiaogang's disciple.

Yu Xiaogang possessed exceptional knowledge of Martial Soul Theory and was important to Spirit Hall's future development.

If they met in the tournament, Bibi Dong hoped Qian Renxue would put the greater good first.

She could even yield at a critical moment.

Qian Renxue slowly folded the letter.

She did not tear it up.

But her fingers tightened around it.

Bibi Dong wants me to be friendly to Shrek?

And go easy on Tang San?

Qian Renxue glanced at Ma Xiaotao and Tang Ya beside her.

They had just told her what the people of Shrek Academy were really like.

Ma Hongjun harassed women in the street.

Dai Mubai bullied others with the power behind him.

And Shrek Academy made a habit of defending its own, right or wrong.

And now Bibi Dong wanted her to look after people like them?

Worse, Tang San was that Yu Xiaogang's disciple.

"Yu Xiaogang is exceptional?"

Qian Renxue quietly repeated the words from the letter.

She recalled Bibi Dong's expression whenever Yu Xiaogang came up.

She had seen that unwavering fixation far too many times over the years.

All her life, Bibi Dong had spoken coldly to her, yet she always became especially attentive at the mention of Yu Xiaogang.

Now, for the sake of Yu Xiaogang's disciple, she even wanted Qian Renxue to concede at the Soul Master Tournament.

Resistance rose in Qian Renxue's heart.

"Bibi Dong."

She tucked the letter into her sleeve.

"You want me to be friendly to Shrek? I won't."

"You want me not to hurt Tang San? I won't do that either."

"Since he's Yu Xiaogang's disciple, I'll start with him and see what kind of person Yu Xiaogang has taught."

Qian Renxue raised her head.

She had decided to enter the Soul Master Tournament.

And she had decided to teach Shrek Academy a proper lesson in the tournament.

If she met Tang San, she would show him what true strength meant.

As for Yu Xiaogang...

The more Bibi Dong valued that man, the more Qian Renxue wanted to see how long his disciple could hold out.

"Sister Qian?"

Tang Ya looked at her.

Qian Renxue put away the letter, her expression calm once more.

"I'm entering the Soul Master Tournament too."

Tang Ya blinked.

"You're entering too?"

Ma Xiaotao turned to look as well.

"According to the history we know, you didn't enter this Soul Master Tournament."

Qian Renxue said evenly, "History has already changed."

"Now that I have the chance, why shouldn't I enter?"

Tang Ya quickly smiled.

"Of course you should."

"Sister Qian, join our team."

"We're still short on teammates."

Ma Xiaotao looked at Qian Renxue.

"You're strong."

"And the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul is well suited to fighting head-on."

"Once we're in the arena, the three of us can take on Shrek Academy together."

Qian Renxue looked at the two women before her.

Tang Ya was warm and eager, while Ma Xiaotao stood with her arms crossed, already plotting how to teach Ma Hongjun a lesson in the tournament.

They had not rejected her because she came from Spirit Hall.

Nor had they pressed her about her relationship with Bibi Dong.

She had simply said she wanted to enter the Soul Master Tournament, and they had invited her to join them.

Qian Renxue was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"All right."

"I'll enter with you."