Before Qian Ye could answer, Qian Daoliu spoke first."What do you want to do?"
Bibi Dong smiled faintly, her tone smooth and charming. "I heard that my younger brother, Qian Ye, awakened his martial soul today. As his sister-in-law, I naturally had to come and congratulate him."
She raised a jeweled box and held it out gracefully. "This is a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone. Please accept it as my gift."
Qian Ye's expression didn't change. A soul bone that convenient? How generous of the serpent to offer its own venom.
He lifted his head slightly, a small smile curving his lips. "Thank you, sister-in-law… but I'll decline."
"Younger brother Qian Ye, why be so polite?" Bibi Dong asked sweetly. "No matter what, I am your sister-in-law. Would I ever harm you?"
Her words dripped with false warmth.
Qian Ye didn't even look at her. "Father, let's go."
He and Qian Daoliu walked straight past her.
Bibi Dong's smile froze for a moment as she watched them leave. She hadn't expected the child to refuse so decisively. A ten-thousand-year soul bone would tempt any soul master, yet he hadn't even hesitated.
Still, she wasn't troubled. This visit had merely been a test.
Back in the palace, Qian Daoliu smiled proudly. "Little Ye, you did well."
To him, Qian Ye was still a six-year-old boy, yet one with startling composure.
"Tell me," Qian Daoliu asked, "why didn't you take the gift your sister-in-law offered?"
Qian Ye's voice was calm. "I don't like her."
Qian Daoliu laughed softly. "You did the right thing. Though she's your sister-in-law, you must always be careful around her."
"I understand," Qian Ye said simply.
Qian Daoliu studied him for a moment, then asked quietly, "Little Ye, do you still desire revenge?"
He sighed. "I know that even though you're young, your mind is far older. You've hidden that hatred deep within you since the day I found you. Still… more than revenge, I wish you happiness."
Qian Ye looked up at him and spoke evenly. "Back then, our entire village was slaughtered by the Clear Sky Sect. My parents died at their hands. I will avenge them."
He paused, then added, "Father, help me become stronger."
Qian Daoliu nodded slowly. "If you wish revenge, I can send people to destroy the Clear Sky Sect for you. You don't need to carry this burden yourself."
Qian Ye shook his head.
If I were only a child, perhaps I could let someone else fight my battles. But I remember everything — the screams, the fire, my mother's blood on my face. That memory is mine. So the vengeance must be mine too.
From the moment he'd been reborn in this world, he had carried those memories.
He remembered the Clear Sky Sect's blades cutting down his parents.He remembered his mother shielding him with her dying body.He remembered the heat of the flames as his home burned to ash.
Every image was carved into his soul.
He would repay it — with interest.
Whether it was Tang San, Tang Hao, or the entire Clear Sky Sect, Qian Ye would see them all fall.
Before awakening his martial soul, he had doubted his ability to claim that revenge. But now, he possessed the first seven-form martial soul on the continent — a gift of darkness unmatched in history.
His soul power already surpassed level twenty, perhaps even thirty.
A genius among geniuses.And behind him stood the Spirit Hall itself.
Revenge was no longer a dream — it was destiny.
"I must avenge this with my own hands," Qian Ye said coldly.
Qian Daoliu regarded him seriously. "Have you truly thought this through? The road you've chosen will be hard… and lonely."
"I've made up my mind," Qian Ye replied.
"Very well," Qian Daoliu said at last. "Starting tomorrow, I'll begin your special training."
Qian Ye nodded silently.
Afterward, Qian Daoliu left.
Alone in his chamber, Qian Ye sat cross-legged, eyes closed, exploring the depths of his new power.
When his martial soul had awakened, knowledge had poured into his mind — a revelation of what he now possessed.
The Seven Sins Angel martial soul contained seven forms, each with its own ability.
Though he had only one martial soul, each soul ring he added would grant seven corresponding soul skills. In essence, he possessed seven souls in one body.
Pride granted him the Eye of Control.Pride looked down on all things — even the gods. When this form awakened, Qian Ye's eyes became instruments of domination, allowing him to command the will of others with a glance.
Wrath granted him the Armor of Rage.When activated, it forged blood-red armor over his body, driving him into a berserk state where all attributes doubled.
Greed opened the King's Treasury.Endless weapons and treasures slept within that golden vault, waiting for his command.
Envy gave him Transformation and Replication.Through envy, he could assume another's form and imitate their abilities.
Sloth offered the Dream of Desolation.While asleep, he could pull his enemies into illusions or nightmares, and in this form his body became immense and brutally strong — the embodiment of lethargic power.
Lust granted Allure and Temptation.Like Hu Liena's charm or Xiao Wu's grace, Lust allowed him to manipulate hearts, ignite desire, and bend minds.
Gluttony gave him the Devouring Abyss.In this state, hunger became power itself; he could consume soul power, flesh, and blood, and regenerate from nearly any wound.
These were only the beginnings of his gifts. As his cultivation deepened and new soul rings were added, each form would evolve — growing stronger, darker, and more complete.
Qian Ye opened his eyes slowly, black light flickering within them.
One martial soul, seven powers. Seven paths to supremacy.
With this strength… even gods will kneel.
He smiled faintly.
" Clear Sky Sect," he whispered, "your time is coming."