Jiang Chen nodded and said, "I know her, and we're good friends."
He secretly breathed a small sigh of relief in his heart. With Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue as his protective charms, this old man probably wouldn't do anything to him.
The old man's smile became even kinder. "I never expected you to be Xue'er's friend. I'm Xue'er's grandfather. If you don't mind, you can call me Grandpa, too."
Jiang Chen only paused for a moment before immediately saying, "Grandpa."
Qian Renxue's grandfather, that would be his grandfather, too, right?
And this big shot was none other than the Grand Worshipper of the Spirit Hall, the ninety-ninth level Limit Douluo Qian Daoliu. He had once imagined what Qian Daoliu looked like, but he never thought he would meet him under these circumstances today.
Qian Daoliu looked at Jiang Chen with approval and nodded. "Good. Let's go sit over there and chat."
"Alright." Jiang Chen followed Qian Daoliu to the pavilion and sat down.
"I heard that the Pope took in a disciple three years ago and then sent him to a concentration camp for training. You only recently came back, right?" Qian Daoliu asked.
"Yes, Grandpa," Jiang Chen answered very obediently.
How could he not be obedient? He still planned to pursue the man's granddaughter. If he could win over Grandpa first, things would become much easier.
"You should have been only six years old when you first arrived at the Spirit Hall, right? How did you meet Xue'er?"
"Sister Xue'er and I met through fighting before becoming friends. That day, I got lost…"
"Hehe, I didn't expect you to be quite naughty, kid. Xue'er didn't hit you too hard, did she?" Qian Daoliu laughed.
"It hurt a lot, my face swelled up huge. But later, after Sister Xue'er suppressed her cultivation to the Great Soul Master level, I beat her back," Jiang Chen said with some pride. In front of Qian Daoliu, he completely acted like a boy of his age.
"Oh? You were actually able to injure Xue'er when at the same level? What is your martial soul?" Qian Daoliu couldn't help asking.
Although he felt Jiang Chen's comprehension was monstrous, that didn't necessarily mean his martial soul talent was strong. Their Angel martial soul's combat power was absolutely among the very top of all martial souls. He never imagined that after Qian Renxue suppressed her level, she would actually lose to this kid.
Finally, the question he had been waiting for arrived. Jiang Chen took a few steps back and released his martial soul.
The zombie martial soul possessed him, and two purple soul rings appeared around his body.
Jiang Chen wanted to show off his excellence and shock the old man thoroughly. He wasn't worried that Qian Daoliu would kill him.
No matter what, he was the future of the Spirit Hall. Qian Daoliu hated Bibi Dong, not him.
"How is this possible?" Qian Daoliu suddenly stood up, exclaiming in shock, his eyes filled with astonishment.
Only at the Great Soul Master level, yet possessing two thousand-year soul rings—how was this achieved?
"Grandpa, these two soul rings were both absorbed through my own hard work," Jiang Chen said.
At this moment, in his zombie state, his appearance was somewhat frightening and his aura very sinister, but Qian Daoliu completely ignored it.
He was thinking about just how monstrous a talent one needed to absorb these two purple soul rings.
Thinking back to their Angel Clan, even the ancestor who became a god back then couldn't achieve this step!
Without receiving an inheritance, relying solely on his own talent to absorb two thousand-year soul rings, was this just monstrous?
Qian Daoliu's state of mind was powerful, and he quickly controlled his emotions. He pulled Jiang Chen back down to sit.
"Little brother, how old are you now?"
"Grandpa, just call me Little Chen. I'm nine years old now. When I awakened, I had full soul power. Right now I'm a twenty-ninth-level Great Soul Master, and I'll soon break through to Soul Elder."
Qian Daoliu's heart was shocked once again. Jiang Chen's cultivation speed wasn't much slower than Qian Renxue's.
"Good, very good. The future of our Spirit Hall will depend on you," Qian Daoliu said with hearty laughter.
"Grandpa, where did Sister Xue'er go? I really miss her."
Qian Daoliu patted Jiang Chen's head gently and said warmly, "She went to a very far place to train. It might be a long time before you can see her."
Jiang Chen showed a regretful and somewhat sad expression. "Sister Xue'er is so beautiful. I really like her. It's a pity I won't be able to see her for a long time."
He deliberately created the image of innocent childish words, said without intent, but heard with meaning, step by step guiding Qian Daoliu to think in that direction.
When Jiang Chen first met Qian Renxue, he was only six years old. Qian Daoliu assumed Jiang Chen was talking about the kind of "like" between children. However, he couldn't help but briefly consider it in that other way.
With Jiang Chen's monstrous talent, perhaps he really was worthy of his granddaughter.
Jiang Chen smiled brightly. As long as this seed was planted in Qian Daoliu's heart, it would be enough. With his increasingly outstanding performance in the future, this seed would slowly take root and sprout…
Qian Daoliu never imagined that he, an old and experienced man, would actually be schemed against by a nine-year-old child.
"By the way, Little Chen, that set of fist techniques and footwork I saw you practicing earlier, did you create them yourself?" Qian Daoliu finally asked the question that had puzzled him from the beginning.
"Yes, Grandpa," Jiang Chen replied without blushing at all.
Although he had already guessed it, Qian Daoliu still couldn't help being shocked again. With such high cultivation talent and comprehension, this child's future achievements might surpass his own. If he didn't die, he would definitely become a pillar of the Spirit Hall in the future.
"That… Grandpa would like to learn it from you. Could you teach Grandpa?" Qian Daoliu chuckled awkwardly, shamelessly asking.
He knew better than anyone how precious self-created soul skills were, but the fist technique and movement skill Jiang Chen had displayed earlier were truly too profound, making him itch with desire.
"Grandpa, this… I'm afraid I can't," Jiang Chen said with a troubled look.
A look of disappointment instantly appeared on Qian Daoliu's face. He realized that today had seen more emotional ups and downs for him than in the past several years combined.
Indeed, such a precious self-created soul skill couldn't be taught lightly. It was probably something his teacher had instructed him not to share.
But Jiang Chen's next words nearly made him blow his beard and glare, almost jumping up.
"Grandpa, it's not that I'm unwilling to teach you. I'm just afraid your comprehension isn't good enough."
At that moment, Qian Daoliu really wanted to curse, "You little brat." Saying his comprehension wasn't good enough wasn't that just calling him stupid?
A ninety-ninth-level Limit Douluo like him was actually looked down on by a nine-year-old kid.
Jiang Chen felt both amused and exasperated in his heart. He hadn't expected Qian Daoliu to take an interest in Lightning Fist and Three Thousand Thunders. These things couldn't be learned just by watching; what mattered most was comprehension.
There was no way he could teach them to Qian Daoliu.
Seeing Qian Daoliu's expression as he had just eaten something foul, Jiang Chen realized he might have hurt the old man's pride.
So he added, "Grandpa, if you don't believe me, how about I practice it a few more times for you to watch? Maybe you'll pick it up just by observing."
The depression on Qian Daoliu's face vanished. He laughed heartily, "Good kid, go ahead and practice. Grandpa will watch very seriously."
He felt full of confidence. As one of the absolute peak soul masters on the Douluo Continent, how could he fail to comprehend a soul skill created by a child? He refused to believe it!
But next, his face was slapped repeatedly, and his pride suffered severe damage.
He really couldn't learn that magical fist technique and movement skill. He even went up beside Jiang Chen, imitating every move and stance, yet he still couldn't grasp the true essence.
Jiang Chen had already practiced it countless times. Seeing that it was already noon, he had no choice but to stop.
"Grandpa, I need to go back for lunch."
At this point, Qian Daoliu seemed almost possessed. Hearing Jiang Chen's words, he immediately refused, "No, you little brat has to stay here until I comprehend your fist technique first."
Jiang Chen slapped his forehead, somewhat speechless. If he had to wait for Qian Daoliu to comprehend the essence of the fist technique, he probably wouldn't be able to leave here in this lifetime.
"Grandpa, my senior sister asked me to go shopping with her this afternoon. You've already memorized all the moves of the fist technique. There's not much use for me staying here. Why don't you ponder it slowly yourself, and I'll come back tomorrow morning?"
Qian Daoliu had already sunk into deep thought. He waved his hand impatiently, "Go, go, go quickly. Don't bother me."
Jiang Chen laughed helplessly. Worried the old man might change his mind, he dashed away in a flash.
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