Chapter 127: Dai Mubai, Tang San, Xiao Wu
"Nana!"
Seeing Hu Liena sent flying by Qian Renchuan and crashing hard onto the ground, her face pale and filled with pain, Yan's heart burned with rage.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Boiling Magma!"
Yan's fourth soul ring lit up, and the entire arena was instantly covered in a layer of magma. The ground beneath was sticky and scorching. Qian Renchuan's shoes were immediately melted, and he had to shield his feet with soul power.
Standing on this magma surface was like stepping on glue—his mobility dropped significantly, and even his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Tracks couldn't be used.
As the Flame Lord, Yan was unaffected. Placing his palm on the magma, two magma hands rose beneath Qian Renchuan and grabbed his ankles.
A top-tier martial soul's fourth soul skill was, naturally, far from simple.
"Third Soul Skill: Hellfire!"
Yan's third soul ring activated again, launching waves of earthy-red flames toward Qian Renchuan. Several sturdy Blue Silver Grass vines grew before him. With three purple soul rings and one black supporting them, they were durable enough to withstand multiple rounds of Hellfire.
Taking the opportunity, Qian Renchuan threw several Blue Silver Grass vines through the gaps in the wall, curving and twisting them in various trajectories, aiming directly at Yan's eyes and weak points.
Yan was forced to stop casting Hellfire to protect his eyes. If he had a powerful attack-type soul skill that could crush Qian Renchuan's defenses in one go, he might have had a chance to win.
If he were at Soul King level, his fifth soul skill, Sandstorm Blaze, could do that. But Yan was still a Soul Ancestor.
"It's over."
Qian Renchuan's voice came from above. Yan looked up and saw that Qian Renchuan had somehow already grown a pair of pure white wings—his second martial soul, the Two-Winged Angel, had been unleashed, and he was diving down at him.
He didn't want to drag this out. Once Yan's soul power was depleted, his first martial soul lacked attack power. His second martial soul made up for that.
"Twin Martial Souls!"
Qian Renchuan descended like a golden comet. Boosted by the Angel martial soul, his fist wrapped in Mystic Jade Hand smashed down onto Yan's forehead.
Yan was sent flying and crashed into the magma-covered ground, which returned to its original state.
Qian Renchuan withdrew his martial soul and looked at the platform. His father, Qian Xunji, seemed to be assessing his performance. When Qian Xunji nodded, Qian Renchuan beamed with joy. He hadn't disappointed his father—and now he could finally meet his fiancée!
At the side, Hu Liena stared at Qian Renchuan's handsome face, her heart pounding wildly. He had defeated her brother, herself, and Yan all on his own. So powerful—and so good-looking!
Before meeting Qian Renchuan, Hu Liena had always thought her brother was the most talented and exceptional man. Now she'd met someone even more gifted.
By her estimate, His Highness the Holy Son was only about 12 years old—several years younger than her—yet his soul power matched hers, and he even had twin martial souls. His future was limitless.
In a few days, Spirit Hall's Advanced Soul Master Academy would start. She was sure the Holy Son would enroll. And she was determined to win his heart.
After all, she was the top girl in the academy. In terms of looks, she was easily among the top three in all of Spirit Hall.
If she couldn't succeed—who could?
Qian Xunji smiled faintly. Time to head for Soto City to meet the kids from Shrek. As for Shrek Academy—let them be. Keep ruining geniuses. Those so-called prodigies were short-sighted and only cared about noble titles from the Heaven Dou Empire. Let them chase after that.
With Shrek Academy as a genius-wasting machine, the Heaven Dou royal family could forget about cultivating any high-end powerhouse.
After saying goodbye to Qian Daoliu, Ah Yin, and Qian Renxue, Qian Renchuan left Spirit City with Qian Xunji. Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo shadowed them for protection.
"Dad, which academy are we going to?"
"Tianshui Academy."
"Tianshui Academy? Isn't that the one that only accepts girls?"
Qian Renchuan thought he'd be going to Blazing or Godwind Academy—both near Tianshui and allied with it.
Qian Xunji replied calmly, "Rules can be broken—depends on how strong your fists are."
"But that academy is full of girls…"
Qian Renchuan's face turned slightly red. Living in a place full of girls—all beautiful ones—he wasn't sure he could handle it.
"That's why once you arrive at Tianshui Academy, unless absolutely necessary, you must not show your true strength. Tell them you're a healing-type soul master."
"This is a test from your father. The girls at advanced academies can be very aggressive. You'll have to stay alert at all times to avoid getting harassed."
Qian Xunji said this with a straight face—but who knew how Qian Renchuan, a repressed, introverted otaku in his past life, would react to a girl's kiss?
An innocent, gifted "healer" type—he'd probably be constantly teased by the girls. And if Qian Renchuan ever showed his real strength, and Shui Bing'er didn't step in, he'd end up swarmed every day.
If he wanted to enjoy that, he'd better be ready to get stabbed a few more times in Slaughter City later.
Whether Shui Bing'er would even care at the start—that was still a big question mark.
A proud daughter of heaven—especially one with brains—wouldn't feel truly bound by something like marriage until the other party had shown enough strength to earn her respect. Before Qian Renchuan proved himself worthy, marriage meant little to Shui Bing'er.
Qian Renchuan, deeply rooted in feudal ideals, wanted to earn Shui Bing'er's admiration and closeness. To do that, he'd either need a power explosion or to make it out of Slaughter City. The former was unlikely. That left only one path: surpassing Shui Bing'er in strength.
Soto City.
Just past noon, under the scorching sun, two young figures entered from the city's west gate. Both looked to be in their early teens, carrying no luggage—one boy, one girl.
They were Tang San and Xiao Wu.
Tang San's second soul ring came from the Ghost Vine, which carried powerful neurotoxins. This dulled the beautifying effect of his Blue Silver bloodline. From originally quite handsome, to somewhat good-looking, now he appeared merely ordinary.
His once bright blue hair now showed little trace of blue.
If Ah Yin were here and saw Tang San activate his martial soul, she would immediately notice that the Blue Silver King was heavily poisoned. Left untreated, it would severely impact his martial soul—potentially creating a cultivation bottleneck that could not be broken. A martial soul with such a defect could not be corrected even with the Mysterious Heaven Skill, just like Yu Xiaogang, who was stuck at level 29, unable to advance no matter how much soul power or resources he accumulated.
Around Tang San's waist hung the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges—gifted to him by Yu Xiaogang. The spatial soul tool he obtained from the Clear Sky Clan had limited space and couldn't store much. He needed ample room for his hidden weapons.
Compared to Tang San's plain appearance, Xiao Wu was striking.
Her silky black hair was braided into a neat scorpion braid that fell past her calves. She was slightly taller than Tang San, wearing a pink top that tightly hugged her developing figure. Her slim waist was so slender it could barely be grasped by one hand—an enviable sight for many women.
Her childlike face had an elf-like purity, without a single flaw. Her big, expressive eyes shimmered like water, and her delicate brows carried a hint of mature charm. Walking through the streets, nearly every man who saw her was momentarily stunned.
Xiao Wu suggested, "Brother, let's go to the Rose Hotel. Maybe we'll run into Boss Dai. We can see if he's been reborn too."
Tang San nodded. During their six years at Nuoding Academy, thanks to the assets brought by the Clear Sky Clan and some cultivation resources, he no longer had to follow his past routine of morning classes, afternoon work, and evening cultivation. Instead, he trained afternoons and nights. As his body developed, he and Xiao Wu would occasionally "spar" in their room.
As a result, Tang San had reached level 30 over a year ago. But he hadn't gone to get a new soul ring. He was waiting for the moment he arrived at Shrek Academy and could go to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt the Man-Faced Demon Spider and obtain its Eight Spider Lances.
Those lances would later evolve into the Sea God's Eight Wings, which greatly contributed to him overpowering Qian Renxue in aerial combat.
But to Yu Xiaogang, Tang San had said he wanted to test the sixth core principle of martial soul cultivation: the soul ring bottleneck.
Even without acquiring a soul ring, a soul master could still cultivate soul power. They simply couldn't advance to the next stage or unlock new strength. Once they obtained the ring, all that training would quickly show results.
Yu Xiaogang considered that the Nuoding Academy's principal was only at Soul Ancestor level—capable of hunting century-old beasts, but not millennia-old ones. So he agreed with Tang San's idea.
Upon entering the Rose Hotel, they were immediately greeted by the fragrant scent of roses—sweet and slightly seductive, putting one at ease.
The hotel interior featured three colors: white, silver, and rose-red. It was warm and elegant, easy to fall in love with.
Xiao Wu sniffed the air and grinned. "Brother, last life we just shared a bed here and wasted such a great setting. This time we can make up for that."
"Watch your mouth—someone might hear you," Tang San warned. But the moment he recalled the room layout, his heart began to race. It was going to be a sleepless night.
Xiao Wu walked to the counter, head held high. "Clerk, is it true there's only one room left?"
The receptionist paused. "How did you know?"
Xiao Wu didn't answer. She just waved her hand. "Alright, we'll take it. Brother, pay up!"
The clerk glanced at Xiao Wu's flawless beauty, then at Tang San's average looks and simple outfit. He looked envious, silently thinking: Such a beautiful flower wasted on cow dung.
"I believe this room is supposed to be mine. If you want it, let's have some fun first."
A familiar voice rang out. Tang San and Xiao Wu turned at the same time. Same opening line as before—three people: one man, two women.
The man stood about 1.8 meters tall, with handsome, rugged features. Long golden hair flowed down his back to his waist. His eyes were heterochromatic—one blue, one red. It was, of course, Dai Mubai.
He glanced at Tang San and Xiao Wu, a mischievous smile curling at his lips.
The two women in his arms were flamboyantly dressed, tall—both even taller than Xiao Wu. They were the same twins from their past life.
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