Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

"It's the middle of the night, why are you so irritable? Let me help you cool down."

Ning Dagang raised his head with a pained expression, staring at the man in front of him in utter horror.

Without releasing his martial soul or using his soul power, he relied solely on his pure physical strength to leave this level 29 Great Soul Master utterly powerless! Such terrifying physical attributes and oppressive aura are something only a Soul Emperor or even a Soul Saint could possess!

Didn't that damned gatekeeper say they were just country bumpkins from Soul Saint Village? Which village doctor is a Soul Emperor?

"Senior... Senior..." Ning Dagang trembled in pain, his tone devoid of the arrogance and haughtiness he displayed during the day, replaced only by boundless fear.

"Misunderstanding... misunderstanding..."

"Shut up."

Qian Xunji slightly increased the pressure on his feet, and Ning Dagang immediately felt his sternum cracking under the strain, which startled him so much that he quickly shut his mouth.

"The mistress is my son." Qian Xunji lowered his voice, his tone carrying an undeniable domineering authority.

"What he wants to learn and what path he wants to take, I will arrange for him. Keep your nonsensical theories to yourself to wipe your own ass, don't bring them to my son and embarrass yourself."

"As for you taking him on as your apprentice... I won't stop him from learning some basic knowledge, but if you dare to put on any airs of a master in front of him again, or dare to utter a single word of nonsense behind my back..."

Qian Xunji leaned down slightly, his gaze piercing Ning Dagang's eyes like a knife:

"I wouldn't mind turning your glass pig that shoots stinky farts into a completely dead pig, understand?"

Ning Dagang was terrified; the real threat of death chilled him to the bone.

He didn't dare to have the slightest thought of rebuttal. He blinked frantically, nodded wildly, and made gurgling sounds of agreement in his throat, tacitly acquiescing. Faced with absolute overwhelming power, his proud theories were simply a joke.

Qian Xunji snorted coldly and slowly withdrew his foot.

He didn't even bother to glance at this useless master, turned around and walked to the windowsill. His figure leaped out of the window as lightly as a falling leaf, instantly merging into the deep night, leaving only a cold evening breeze echoing in the room.

Ning Dagang collapsed onto the cold floor, gasping for breath. Cold sweat had soaked his back. He stared in horror at the empty window, the terrifying scene replaying in his mind.

"Soul Emperor... definitely above Soul Emperor..." Ning Dagang muttered to himself, trembling.

He now finally understood why that kid named Qian San had been so dismissive of his theories.

With such a father backing him up, he felt like a clown, performing ridiculous tricks, when he had previously thought of showing off his strength while hunting for spirit rings.

That night, Master Ning didn't sleep a wink. He sat at his desk all night, silently locking his newly revised manuscript of "The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul" into the deepest part of his drawer.

......

These past few days, the back hill of Notting College has become Qian San's most frequent destination.

A light mist hung over the woods in the early morning. Qian San sat cross-legged in a secluded clearing. Above his head and among the branches around him, layers of dark blue spider webs were densely packed.

Before his father left, he specifically instructed that although the Blue Silver Spider is not poisonous, it has extremely high vitality and natural affinity. Cultivating in the center of a spider web woven by a large number of Blue Silver Spiders can effectively draw energy from the surrounding environment, which is very beneficial to cultivation. Qian San tried it for a few days and found that the cultivation speed under the spider web was more than 10% faster than sitting in the dormitory.

Aside from meditation, Qian San devoted most of his energy to developing his first soul skill.

"Metal control, this ability is practically tailor-made for hidden weapons." Qian San raised his right hand, and a ball of blue-silver liquid metal gushed from his palm. With his will, the ball of metal quickly stretched and solidified, transforming into a gleaming longsword in the blink of an eye. Then it melted and deformed, turning into a staff that reached his eyebrows.

After several days of repeated testing, Qian San figured out the pattern of this soul skill. First of all, the metal objects he conjured could only be preserved for a maximum of three days after leaving his body. After three days, the metal would lose the support of soul power and dissipate into the air. However, for consumable hidden weapons, a three-day shelf life was more than enough.

Secondly, limited by his current level of mental and soul power, he can only create simple items such as throwing knives, bone-piercing nails, longswords, and iron rods. If he were to create a complete set of intricate and complex Zhuge Repeating Crossbows out of thin air, his mental power would be instantly depleted, and the metal would collapse due to structural instability.

"It seems that complex things still need to be made in the blacksmith shop. This soul skill is currently best suited for making consumable ammunition and simple melee weapons."

Qian San retrieved the metal, took a deep breath, and then made a fist with both hands in front of him, from which a pale golden light quietly emanated.

The True Rain Sword Technique!

This was the secret technique passed down to him by his father, Qian Xunji. Qian San kept his father's teachings in mind. This sword technique was too conspicuous and should never be shown in front of others. Therefore, he could only secretly practice it in this secluded corner covered by cobwebs when no one was around in the early morning.

He moved like the wind, and a dazzling longsword made entirely of light elements materialized in his palm. As he swung it, a soft hum filled the air, and a second and third light sword appeared in mid-air one after another, striking wherever he wanted. Although he could only barely execute the seventeenth move at the moment, the profound state of perfect harmony between man and sword, and a mind as still as water, had already given him a glimpse into the essence of the art.

……

A few days later, it was the classic battle between the two student factions again, but this time Qian San defeated them all by himself, and the work of the work-study students was once again transferred to Xiao Chenyu and others.

Tian Dou City, a thousand miles away.

The bustling imperial capital was teeming with traffic, its streets lined with shops selling a dazzling array of goods. At the entrance of a secluded alley stood a tall, slender man. He wore an understated grey robe and a finely crafted silver half-face mask.

It was Qianxunji,

He had been in Heaven Dou City for two days. The sacrifice and the breakthrough he made six years ago, although it made him the youngest Title Douluo on the continent, also left him with a fatal hidden injury.

If he cannot completely eradicate the hidden dangers in his meridians, he will be at risk of serious injury if he goes all out. In this world, yin and yang are reversed, and Bibi Yin controls the Haotian Palace. If he wants to plan for the future and protect his son in this chaotic world, he must restore his strength to its peak.

Looking at the entire continent, he set his sights on the Nine-Heart Begonia.