Chapter 132 The Wife's Code; The Girl with the Martial Soul Judge's Pen.
Jiang Nian released her grip, looking at the five unconscious people, but didn't bother with them for the time being. She was mainly a little palpitating; she'd wait until they calmed down before sending them to their deaths.
Qian Renxue rubbed her slightly reddened ears, glancing at the trembling crowd around her, and ultimately decided to let it go, enduring it meekly.
Hmph!
She'd seek justice later when they were alone!
Really, they only knew how to bully her…
Jiang Nian's single glance sent the surrounding onlookers scrambling away.
Peace and quiet was a good thing.
"Thank you for your help, Your Highness, I have no way to repay you…"
"Stop!"
Qian Renxue quickly scolded her, instantly transforming into a protective lioness.
"We only saved you because we couldn't stand those beasts. We don't need any reward."
"And don't even think about offering yourself in return. If he doesn't agree, I certainly won't!"
With that, the blond-haired boy pouted, grabbed Jiang Nian's arm, and glared fiercely at the beautiful girl before him.
She seemed to be as pretty as Na'er; how could she allow that?
Even as a concubine, it was unacceptable!
Jiang Nian scrutinized the woman's face, a faint sense of familiarity washing over him.
Oh, he remembered.
It seemed like he'd been dragged out on a trip by Bibi Dong and earned a hairpin from them.
Quite a coincidence.
"You...you bastard! This old man..."
*Bang!*
The blond-haired boy stomped on her again, and Tainuo fell asleep again.
Jiang Nian remained silent, a song echoing in his mind.
He was no longer a boy... Oh well, if he wasn't, he wasn't.
He raised his hand and lit a fire, burning their corpses.
While we're at it, let the little golden retriever count the spoils; even a small mosquito bite is still a treat.
Song Wei pursed her lips, looking at the girl with swaying blonde hair. Suddenly, she felt that this girl was a perfect match for the Holy Prince before her.
One was composed, the other lively.
And at such a young age, she was already a Soul Emperor—it was simply unbelievable.
Who would believe it?
Jiang Nian glanced at the pretty girl and sensed a faint aura of darkness about her.
Strange…
"Little Jiang, here! Put these things away."
Qian Renxue handed him the storage soul tools she had looted, obediently waiting for praise.
But Jiang Nian just nodded, his eyes still lowered, lost in thought.
Her initially expectant face gradually fell, and she pouted, humming softly, as if she was about to make another note in her little notebook.
"Miss, may I see your martial soul?"
Jiang Nian smiled warmly, giving off a gentle, spring-like feeling.
Song Wei's pretty face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head and hummed in agreement.
The little golden retriever was displeased, crossing her arms, tilting her head, and puffing out her cheeks as she looked at the two of them. The entire inn seemed to reek of jealousy.
However, she had to endure it!
According to the third rule of a professional good wife, she must give Xiao Jiang enough face in public, and when others are around, everything should revolve around him.
If Jiang Nian knew, he would probably be completely dumbfounded. It seemed like he was just rambling on about nothing, but the little golden retriever had actually summarized a principle of loving her husband—how silly!
Song Wei raised her hand and used her martial soul, a pen.
It was only two colors—black and gold.
Black was predominant, probably ninety percent of it.
The entire martial soul exuded a unique power, a kind of…ghostly power?
Jiang Nian's pupils constricted sharply after seeing it, then his brows furrowed slightly, somewhat uncertain.
This pen… why does it feel a bit like a judge's pen?!
Sister, aren't you a scholar?
You write about the dead, right?
You know, Douluo Continent doesn't seem to have the concept of the underworld.
Where people go after they die, no one knows.
Unlike other fantasy worlds with well-developed settings and the Six Paths of Reincarnation, he had long considered whether to inherit a godhood or create his own.
The Heavenly Dao... he always felt something was missing.
Now, the appearance of this Judge's Pen seemed to have given him some ideas.
But at the same time, it was also a bit of a headache.
Create his own Underworld?
Was that a joke?
Jiang Nian suppressed the thoughts surging within him, his mind returning to calm.
"Alright, I've looked at it."
"Very good."
Song Wei: "!"
Qian Renxue: "?!!!"
The little golden retriever gritted his teeth, glared at the boy who hadn't noticed anything, then turned his head to look at the scattered Tailong.
Oh, he almost forgot.
This guy hadn't been burned to ashes yet.
But it didn't matter, he would help him.
Jiang Nian noticed that her soul power seemed to be only level 30; it seemed she was out hunting for soul rings.
It was a pity; if he had discovered it earlier, he would have brought her back to the Spirit Hall.
Such talent was such a waste to leave outside.
Indeed, in this world, anything could be used as a spirit.
"Miss, would you be interested in joining the Spirit Hall?"
"Ah? Me...me?!"
Song Wei's face showed surprise, her gaze towards Jiang Nian somewhat astonished.
She hadn't expected that her talent would catch his eye.
"Hmm."
Jiang Nian glanced at the middle-aged man beside her.
"Your father can also be taken away."
Song Yang: "..."
"Willing! But... I beg Your Highness, may I catch a glimpse of your face..."
Jiang Nian gave a soft "hmm" and slowly removed his mask.
Song Wei's pupils widened, her teeth biting her lower lip, trying to keep quiet.
But how could she hide her pounding heart?
It really was him...
So, the woman who took her family's hairpin was His Holiness the Pope?!
"Holy Son, haven't we met before?"
"Yes." Jiang Nian nodded, not intending to hide it.
Since he recognized her, there was no need to conceal it.
But the little blondie was intrigued.
He pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, his little hands clenching tightly.
Good, good!
They actually knew each other!
"Take a rest today. I'll find you a spirit ring myself in a while."
"By the way, let's change inns."
With that, Jiang Nian tossed down five hundred gold spirit coins and led the group away.
The trembling waiter poked his head out, and after they left, he collapsed onto the counter.
"I...I actually saw the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?!"
"Wait, where's the boss?"
The young man scratched his head and looked around.
"Damn it! I'm under you, you brat, get down here!"
"Okay, okay."
The two got up and looked at the messy inn, their hearts breaking.
But then they saw a large bag nearby, and curiously opened it. Inside were glittering gold spirit coins.
"As expected of the Holy Son!"
"He's here, and so has the righteous official!"
"These bastards surnamed Tai deserve to die! I support the Holy Son!"
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