Qian Daoliu's Interrogation

"You brat, once we return, I really will be going into seclusion. Your cultivation will be up to you from then on. Your talent is so high, and you have your own understanding of the sword path. You no longer need to rely so heavily on my guidance," Sword Douluo said, shaking his head.

"By the way, how is your third soul ring?" Sword Douluo asked.

"Grandpa Sword, I'm already level 33.

My third Soul Skill is called Golden Dragon Body. It can render me immune to physical attacks and mental-force impacts.

And I received another unexpected surprise. I obtained another External Soul Bone, which allows me to fly already." As Mu Chen spoke, the pair of golden wings on his back unfurled.

Sword Douluo looked at the golden wings behind Mu Chen. They did not resemble pure golden feathers, but rather wings forged from gold. Though they seemed less natural, they appeared more powerful, tougher, and more practical.

A thousand-year Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear had produced the most precious metacarpal bone, and now a thousand-year Golden Flood Dragon had produced an External Soul Bone that granted flight. Sword Douluo had already grown numb to Mu Chen's astonishing luck.

Forget it. Rather than envying Little Chen's luck, he should focus on himself and work hard to cultivate and break through.

"I don't even want to comment on your luck anymore, brat. Still, your third Soul Skill can be said to have perfectly fulfilled your requirements: immunity to physical attacks and mental-force impacts.

It's merely a thousand-year third Soul Skill, yet its effects are far stronger than even Soul Skills that are tens of thousands of years old. It seems the impact high-quality soul beasts have on the quality of Soul Skills has exceeded my expectations somewhat."

Sword Douluo was speechless after hearing Mu Chen's introduction, but he was still extremely pleased that Mu Chen had obtained such a Soul Skill.

After all, Mu Chen was his only disciple. Sword Douluo naturally hoped that Mu Chen would attain the greatest possible achievements in the future.

Sword Douluo examined Mu Chen's body once more. After confirming that Mu Chen had suffered no problems from absorbing a third soul ring far beyond his limit, he was completely relieved.

"Now that everything here has been settled, let's return to the sect. We've been away for quite some time," Sword Douluo said.

"Alright~" Mu Chen replied. Gu Yuena nodded as well, then used her mental power to inform Di Tian and the other fierce beasts of her arrangements and plans.

By the shore of the Lake of Life, Di Tian received his master's command and fell into thought. "My lord, do you truly think so highly of that human? Perhaps... We can only blame ourselves, your subordinates, for being too weak." Di Tian gazed at the clear waters of the Lake of Life and sank into deep contemplation.

This was the first time his master had come into contact with the human world. Hopefully, everything would go smoothly.

While Mu Chen, Sword Douluo, and Gu Yuena were returning to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, three figures finally arrived at Spirit Hall in the center of Spirit City.

The Worship Hall was the place of highest honor within Spirit Hall. It housed Spirit Hall's greatest combat forces. Only Super Douluo with Soul Power above level 95 could be named worshippers, and these worshippers were Spirit Hall's final and strongest foundation.

However, these worshippers would only take action when Spirit Hall faced a major crisis. At all other times, they mostly cultivated on their own.

After passing through layer upon layer of inspections, Qian Renxue, Snake Lance, and Porcupine Douluo arrived here. Looking at the enormous Angel Statue before her, Qian Renxue felt her eyes grow moist.

Finally. Finally, she had returned.

Spirit Hall was her spiritual anchor. She had spent so long in Heaven Dou City impersonating someone else, yet she had never expected to return to Spirit Hall at such a time.

"Xue'er, why have you returned?" A burly figure saw Qian Renxue and the two Titled Douluo behind her, his expression filled with confusion.

He had a broad, imposing build and wore luxurious golden robes embroidered with a golden crocodile on the back. It looked ferocious and intimidating.

"Grandpa Golden Crocodile, I have an urgent matter to discuss with Grandfather," Qian Renxue said upon seeing Golden Crocodile Douluo. Her tone was anxious as she hurried directly into an estate containing an Angel Statue.

Qian Renxue rushed into the estate that belonged exclusively to Grand Pontiff Qian Daoliu. It was no different from the one in her memories, still as quiet and peaceful as ever.

Qian Renxue soon spotted her grandfather and rushed toward him.

Sensing his granddaughter's aura, Qian Daoliu smiled and gently shook his head before turning around.

Although Qian Daoliu was already very old, dressed in plain white robes with hair and beard that had long turned gray, his powerful strength and the effects of Angel Divine Power had kept his complexion rosy and free of obvious wrinkles. He looked exceptionally energetic. It was not difficult to see from his refined features that Qian Daoliu had been a remarkably handsome man in his youth.

Seeing his granddaughter run toward him, Qian Daoliu revealed a heartfelt smile.

"Grandfather, I came to see you this time because..." Qian Renxue had not finished speaking.

When Qian Daoliu interrupted her. "It's because of that brat from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, isn't it?"

"Yes, Grandfather, I..."

Qian Renxue knew that her grandfather had already learned about her and Little Chen, but she was still worried about the relationship between Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

She feared that her grandfather would harm Little Chen, or even secretly dispose of him directly in order to eliminate a potential threat.

"Do you like that brat very much?" Qian Daoliu asked as he looked at his granddaughter.

"Yes, Grandfather. I like Mu Chen. I just like him!" Although Qian Renxue felt somewhat embarrassed by her grandfather's direct question, she still answered firmly.

"You know how important Spirit Hall's plan is. And Mu Chen discovering your identity is an extremely serious matter. It could very well cause Spirit Hall's years of plans and effort to come to nothing. Do you understand what you are saying?

Little Xue!" Qian Daoliu asked sternly as he stared at Qian Renxue.

For various reasons, Qian Daoliu had always doted on and indulged Qian Renxue. This was the first time he had ever questioned her like this.

"Little Chen has known my identity for a long time, but he never exposed it. He likes me, and I like him. I believe he can resolve the conflict between Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Qian Renxue faced her grandfather directly, her golden eyes meeting Qian Daoliu's without yielding in the slightest.

She knew that if she gave in even once, Little Chen would face endless pursuit and assassination from then on. So today, she had to stand firm.

For her own happiness!

For the one she loved—Little Chen!