Small Soul Tools. The Haughty Clear Sky Sect

"Martial Uncle, you finally got the location right this time." Bibi Dong gazed at Heaven Dou City, where traffic streamed past and even the area outside the city was nearly as bustling as Suotuo City. Her eyes held a hint of anticipation.

The two stood a short distance outside the city. Their bearing as Soul Masters set them apart from ordinary people, and both were already extraordinary in bearing. Passersby didn't dare approach, only watching them from afar.

Qian Xunling flicked Bibi Dong on the forehead and said coldly, "Little Spider, have I been treating you too well lately? You even dare to joke about your martial uncle now?"

Bibi Dong clutched her aching forehead, looking aggrieved. "Little Spider won't dare do it again."

"Here, put these things in your storage device." From the storage pouch he had taken from that female Evil Soul Master last time, Qian Xunling produced five small objects, each slightly smaller than an egg and made entirely of silver iron.

Bibi Dong tilted her head and asked, "Martial Uncle, after tinkering day and night for two months, are these five little things all you made?"

Qian Xunling frowned. "Forget it. I won't give them to you."

"Huh? No, Martial Uncle, give them to me." Bibi Dong panicked. Quick of eye and hand, she took the five lumps of iron from Qian Xunling and examined them curiously. Smiling, she asked again, "Martial Uncle, what are these? Do they have a name? Hehe, Little Spider wants anything Martial Uncle gives her."

Only then did Qian Xunling's annoyance subside a little. "Don't underestimate these five lumps of iron. I call them High-Grade Hidden Weapons. Used properly, one can kill a Soul King. Even a Soul Emperor would be seriously injured if caught off guard."

"They're that powerful?" Bibi Dong trusted Qian Xunling completely and was astounded by the five lumps of iron.

Qian Xunling smiled and took another lump of iron from the storage pouch. "Watch carefully. Before using this thing, you need to inject a trace of Soul Power to activate the Soul Tool inside, then throw it."

Qian Xunling threw the lump of iron at a tree in the distance.

The lump of iron embedded itself directly in the tree.

Bibi Dong asked in confusion, "That's it?"

"Watch carefully," Qian Xunling said.

As Qian Xunling channeled his Soul Power, the lump of iron embedded in the tree first compressed violently and trembled. Once it reached a certain threshold, it burst apart with a boom, and its fragments blasted the tree to pieces.

The noise was loud, immediately drawing the attention of passersby and guards.

"What happened over there?"

Paying no attention to Bibi Dong's astonished gaze, Qian Xunling turned toward the city gate. "Let's go, Little Spider."

"Martial Uncle, how did that work?" Bibi Dong's eyes were full of curiosity, her interest far greater than it had been in Heaven Dou City. She hurried after Qian Xunling, who said impatiently, "You wouldn't understand if I told you too much. You only need to remember how to use it."

"Little Spider isn't that stupid." Bibi Dong pursed her lips in displeasure. During this time, she had come to see that, in her martial uncle's eyes, she was a little fool.

But looking at the lumps of iron in her hands, Bibi Dong felt warm inside. Grinning from ear to ear, she put them back in her storage device.

"Martial Uncle, why didn't you give them a nice name? Why call them High-Grade Hidden Weapons? And what's a Hidden Weapon?" Bibi Dong pressed.

Qian Xunling said, "If you want, you can name them yourself. As for Hidden Weapons, just think of them as a kind of weapon."

As for why he had named them High-Grade Hidden Weapons...

That was naturally because they incorporated Soul Tools.

They had broken free of the traditional framework of Tang San's Hidden Weapons and possessed greater potential.

If his skill at making Soul Tools had been better, Qian Xunling would have built a rocket to see whether it was the universe or the Divine Realm beyond the skies of the Douluo Continent.

But Qian Xunling had abandoned that impractical idea. He had been confined in Spirit City for eighteen years and had studied Soul Tools for nearly ten. To reach the level of technology needed to build a rocket would take at least two hundred years.

"A name..." Bibi Dong muttered as she followed Qian Xunling, pondering which name would be best.

Qian Xunling took out the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's token and entered Heaven Dou City.

Compared with Heaven Dou City, Suotuo City was simply the countryside next to a city. Then again, the same was nearly true of Heaven Dou City compared with Spirit City.

Just as Qian Xunling was wondering where to go, the rumble of several carriages came from outside the city gate.

They were moving fast.

"Make way, make way!"

Qian Xunling pulled Bibi Dong aside as the carriages passed in front of them. Others didn't react as he had, and quite a few were knocked down.

Bibi Dong looked toward the carriages and said angrily, "Martial Uncle, those carriages are so annoying! They're already inside the city, and they're still going so fast. What if they hit someone?"

Just then, a man beside them who had nearly fallen said coldly, "What could we do? They're noble Soul Masters, and we're ordinary people. We can only take it. Besides, those are carriages from the Clear Sky Sect, the number one sect under heaven. Who would dare provoke them? Not only does the Heaven Dou Empire not dare interfere, even Spirit Hall gives them a wide berth. They're mighty impressive."

When Bibi Dong heard that Spirit Hall would back down, she was about to retort.

But Qian Xunling patted her head.

Bibi Dong looked at Qian Xunling in confusion.

The man venting his anger and the others immediately shut their mouths and lowered their heads. The carriages had stopped at a restaurant not far away.

The first person to step down from a carriage was a powerfully built, white-haired old man dressed in leather. The people who followed him down were smaller than the old man, but still much more heavily built than ordinary people.

"That's the Strength Clan, one of the four great clans affiliated with the Clear Sky Sect. That man is Tai Tan." The man who had spoken earlier was scared nearly out of his wits and kept edging toward an empty spot.

The others did the same.

Sensing Qian Xunling's gaze, Tai Tan looked over. He paid it little attention and led his people into the restaurant.

Bibi Dong clenched her fists and said indignantly, "Martial Uncle, the Clear Sky Sect is so hateful."

Qian Xunling looked at Bibi Dong and chuckled. "They do have the capital to be arrogant right now. After your grandmaster lost a fight to their old ancestor, he became such a spineless turtle grandson that he hides inside the Worship Hall and doesn't even dare come out. Even if someone lets out a fart, he doesn't dare make a peep. And that's not all. He couldn't even win the woman from the other man. What a sorry sight."

"Grandmaster?" Bibi Dong suddenly realized he meant Qian Daoliu, her teacher and martial uncle's father. She hadn't expected her martial uncle to speak so ill of her grandmaster.

The current Clear Sky Sect could truly be said to be at the height of its power.

Tang Chen had yet to head to Slaughter City, and the sect still had seven great Titled Douluo. Beneath it were four great affiliated clans, and Tang Feng, the father of Tang Hao and his brother, was still alive. Altogether, they had nine Titled Douluo.

Their overall strength was slightly inferior to Spirit Hall's, but if they truly fought, Spirit Hall would still be certain to lose.

Tang Hao and his brother had both fully developed as well. It was only a matter of time before they became the Clear Sky Twin Stars.

They lacked Spirit Hall's accumulation over countless years, and instead resembled a nouveau riche who had risen at breakneck speed. Most importantly, this nouveau riche had genuinely reached one of the top positions on the continent.

So it was inevitable that they would be so haughty.

But Qian Xunling chuckled and turned to walk elsewhere.

At this sight, a chill ran through Bibi Dong's little body. She asked, "Martial Uncle, why are you laughing like that again? Don't you hate them? What if the Clear Sky Sect really becomes stronger than our Spirit Hall one day?"

"They're just a bunch of brutes. Nothing to fear," Qian Xunling said calmly, not taking those people seriously at all. As long as Tang Chen didn't appear, there was no one in the Clear Sky Sect worth his attention.

Seeing her martial uncle still looking so calm and composed, Bibi Dong found herself feeling much more relaxed.

It was as though, even if the sky fell, her martial uncle would have a way to patch it back up. Bibi Dong caught up with Qian Xunling. "Martial Uncle, could you make me some more Little Beads?"

"What?" Qian Xunling asked in surprise.

Bibi Dong giggled. "The lumps of iron you just gave me, Martial Uncle. I named them Little Beads."

"Don't worry. You won't see any new Little Beads in the future, because they'll be too ashamed to go on living." Qian Xunling was utterly speechless at the name.

Bibi Dong: "..."