Chapter 102: Tang Lie Gets Brutally Beaten
After defeating the Speed Clan disciple, Qian Renxue had consumed more than half her soul power and was about to sit down to meditate when Qian Xunji beckoned to her, "Xue'er, come back. We didn't come here just to spar."
His meaning was simple—they'd finish the rest tomorrow. The Clear Sky Sect still had plenty to explore.
Qian Xunji was about to continue their family stroll when his eyes landed on a cute, flawless-skinned little girl beside Ning Fengzhi. She looked vaguely familiar.
The girl—Ning Rongrong—was staring right at him, but her gaze lacked the innocence expected of her age.
When Qian Xunji looked over, she immediately hid behind Ning Fengzhi's leg, terrified that he might recognize her as a reincarnator.
"Sect Master Ning, is that little girl your daughter?"
Ning Fengzhi's heart skipped. Was Qian Xunji noticing how much she resembled Bibi Dong? He replied respectfully, "She is, Your Holiness. Her name is Ning Rongrong."
"Oh? Congratulations, Sect Master Ning, on your lovely daughter."
Qian Xunji didn't notice any resemblance to Bibi Dong. In his memory, Bibi Dong had died twelve years ago, and he had only seen the young version of her for maybe an hour. Given that, and his bias as a transmigrator, the thought that Ning Rongrong had also reincarnated never crossed his mind.
What he was considering was this: nearly every named female on the Douluo Continent was a hopeless romantic. Maybe he could get closer to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect through her—make Ning Rongrong fall for Qian Renchuan, and profit from it. In the original, she clearly favored Tang San over Oscar.
Ah, the power of first love. Time to write a script.
Ah Yin, meanwhile, was simply charmed by how cute the girl was. She thought, If she grows up to be my son's bride, we could really solidify ties between Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
As a former Blue Silver Emperor, she didn't care how many wives her son had—as long as it was handled properly.
Qian Renxue admired the girl's flawless skin. As expected of someone with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Tower martial soul—she looked as perfect as a gemstone.
Qian Renchuan, on the other hand, had no feelings whatsoever. From all the beauties in the world, I choose just one—the one Dad picked for me. If this little girl ever sides against us, then she'll walk the path of death.
After that, the four of them continued wandering the Clear Sky Sect.
At one point, Qian Xunji left briefly.
Meanwhile, on the sect's sparring platform, occasional matches between soul masters of equal rank took place. But none could match the spectacle of Qian Renxue—a Soul King defeating three Soul Saints. Compared to that, everything else felt dull.
After all, Soul Saints were the strongest just below Title Douluos. Sect masters of the Lower Four Sects and elders of the Upper Three were usually at that level.
Inside the Clear Sky Hall.
Tang Xiao and the Six Elders had gathered.
"Elders, the Holy Maiden from Spirit Hall will challenge our disciples tomorrow. Make sure all Soul Kings and above stay focused and rest well tonight—no drinking!"
Traditionally, the night before the summit was a time for heavy drinking and partying. But this year, with Spirit Hall's pressure and Qian Renxue's terrifying display, no one could afford to relax.
Tang Lie shouted angrily, "Damn it! Just a bastard dares to act so arrogantly! If Uncle Tang Chen were here—if he'd become a god and returned—Spirit Hall wouldn't dare act like this!"
Suddenly, a terrifying pressure slammed down on Tang Lie. He was forced to the ground, and the reinforced floor cracked beneath him.
"Who did you just call a bastard?"
Qian Xunji appeared inside the hall, face cold and expression imposing. The pressure made even Tang Xiao feel suffocated.
The elders tensed. Qian Xunji had grown stronger—was he now at level 97?
"Your Holiness…"
Second Elder stammered. He had just broken through to Title Douluo, yet felt utterly powerless.
"I asked you—who did you just call a bastard?"
Ignoring Second Elder, Qian Xunji raised his hand. A suction force flung level-86 Tang Lie across the room, smashing his face into a pillar.
Boom!
A human-shaped imprint appeared. Cracks spread across the stone. Tang Lie's face was flattened, nose broken, teeth shattered, blood dripping like ketchup.
As Qian Xunji expected, these despicable, cowardly Tang Clan scum were quick to insult in secret. He wasn't surprised.
"I'll ask you again. Who were you calling a bastard?"
He pressed down again, slamming Tang Lie from the pillar to the floor.
Three casual soul-force attacks left Tang Lie near death—bones shattered, internal bleeding rampant.
"Your Holiness, please… Elder Seven has a fiery temper because of his martial soul. Please spare him!"
Even Tang Xiao and the elders begged for mercy. Qian Xunji was too powerful. Spirit Hall had five more Title Douluos here. If Ah Yin found out, she'd likely act too.
Spare him?
Qian Xunji considered. Is it better to let this old fool live and stir internal conflict—or kill him and send a message?
His son is still alive… probably talented too… Nah. Let's kill him.
"Your Holiness, please forgive Uncle Seven!"
Suddenly, a graceful woman with an even more refined aura than Ah Yin rushed in—Tang Yuehua.
She hadn't cared much about the summit… until she heard Qian Xunji would be attending. Delighted, she returned immediately.
Four years ago, she fell for Qian Xunji under his psychological manipulation, just as she once loved Tang Hao. With Tang Xiao's support, she'd been sending lavish gifts to Spirit Hall in addition to her 30% from Moon Pavilion.
But Qian Xunji never responded—not even a letter. Her heart ached.
Now, seeing her, Qian Xunji paused again. Tang Yuehua's wealth and value outweighed Tang Lie's. Plus, Tang Lie had been profiting from Moon Pavilion.
"In Yuehua's honor, Tang Lie's share in Moon Pavilion will go to Spirit Hall. In exchange, I'll spare his life."
"Seventh Brother, quick!"
Second Elder rushed to help him. The Moon Pavilion cut was a small price for survival. Tang Lie had earned plenty over the years and still had potential to break through. His life was worth more than the money.
Bloodied and broken, Tang Lie could barely speak. "Your Holiness… I surrender my share to Spirit Hall… I insulted your Holy Maiden. Please… spare me."
"Death can be avoided. But punishment is due."
Qian Xunji's ten-thousand-year left arm bone glowed. A giant octopus apparition appeared. Each of its massive tentacles radiated terrifying energy.
The soul skill erupted. Only Tang Xiao and Second Elder reacted in time. One of Tang Lie's arms exploded in a spray of blood.
"AHHH—!"
He passed out from the pain.
The blast cracked the hall floor and walls—nearly splitting the grand hall in two.
The commotion alerted the entire sect. Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi rushed over.
Break through to Title Douluo? Ha. As if I'd give you that chance.
Tang Yuehua didn't see Qian Xunji as cruel. Instead, her heart pounded.
Did he spare Tang Lie because of me…?
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