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

Qian Xunji looked at Qian San, whose soul power fluctuations had already reached level 40, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Pack your things, take Xiaoqing with you, Daddy will take you to a nice place."

Without any further ado, Qian San quickly brought over the bewildered Xiao Qing. Qian Xunji offered no explanation, but his immense soul power enveloped the two children, transforming them into an elusive golden meteor that hurtled towards the depths of the Falling Moon Forest.

Before long, the three of them landed steadily outside a valley shrouded in a thick, blood-red poisonous cloud.

"Senior, you've arrived!"

Dugu Bo, who had been guarding outside the valley, sensed that familiar sacred aura. He immediately dispersed his martial spirit and respectfully came forward. When he saw Qian San and Xiao Qing behind Qian Xunji, he lingered on Xiao Qing for a second longer. But recalling Qian Xunji's previous death warning, he immediately put his eyes down and pretended not to see anything.

"Strange, why can't I see its true form anymore?" Dugu Bo muttered to himself.

As the poisonous miasma dissipated, the Yin-Yang Well in the center of the valley, bubbling with two-colored spring water, was revealed to the two children without reservation. Qian San's originally calm face froze instantly when he saw the densely packed, exotic flowers and herbs in the valley, radiating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. His Purple Demon Eyes even started to activate on their own due to extreme shock, flashing wildly with purple light.

But... why is it different from what was recorded in the Tang Sect's ancient texts? Why has it turned into black and white? However, he didn't take it to heart. After all, the world is different, so it's normal for there to be some differences.

"Alright, stop looking like you've never seen anything like this before." Qian Xunji lightly patted Qian San on the back of the head.

"You know these flowers and plants better than I do. Go ahead and pick out the most suitable medicinal herb for yourself and Xiaoqing in this herb garden. Remember, don't damage the roots."

Qian San was so excited that he was trembling all over. He nodded heavily, pulled Xiao Qing into the herb garden, and began to explain the wonders of these magical herbs to Xiao Qing while muttering incantations.

After dismissing the two little ones, Qian Xunji turned to look at Dugu Bo, who was respectfully waiting to the side. With a flick of his wrist, a strange herb engulfed in golden flames floated to Dugu Bo's front.

"This is the Dragon Flame Fire Spirit Vine. Give it to your granddaughter, Dugu Yan. It will not only completely eradicate the inherited fire poison in her body, but also allow her martial soul to undergo a qualitative leap. You will protect her well these next few days."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Dugu Bo held the immortal herb in his hands, kneeling as if to kowtow: "Thank you so much for your great kindness, senior! I..."

"Alright, enough with the formalities. I'm not even as old as you, yet you keep calling me 'senior'..." Qian Xunji waved her hand to interrupt him, her gaze fixed on the distant east.

"I'm going to be away for about half a month to go to the sea. I need to find a fourth soul ring for him in the sea."

Qian Xunji turned to Qian San, who was still picking and choosing in the herb garden, and called out, "Little San, Dad's going to the sea to get you something good. You and Xiao Qing stay here these next few days and focus on refining the immortal herbs and consolidating your cultivation. I'll be back soon!"

"Okay, Dad! Be careful!" Qian San poked his head out from a pile of fairy herbs and answered loudly.

Qian Xunji nodded, and the phantom of the eight-winged angel flashed behind him before he took off and disappeared into the clouds.

……

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

When Qian Xunji, smelling faintly of the sea and carrying a huge, half-dead whale, landed again at the Yin-Yang Well of the Falling Moon Forest, the scene in the valley made him slightly taken aback.

Not far away, two girls were sitting together chatting and laughing in an open space. One of them was Xiaoqing, dressed in a blue and green outfit, while the other was Dugu Yan, with short, fiery red hair and a wild and feisty air about her.

What surprised Qian Xunji was not that Dugu Yan was here, but that the two of them looked like best friends who could talk about anything. Dugu Yan was holding Xiao Qing's hand and excitedly showing off her newly evolved martial soul - a Crimson Scaled Flood Dragon covered in red scales and exuding dragon might!

Although Xiaoqing didn't talk much, a gentle smile appeared on her usually expressionless and aloof face, and she would nod and agree from time to time.

"The friendship between women is truly an unsolved mystery..." Qian Xunji stroked her chin, not revealing herself immediately, but instead concealing her aura and silently landing on the canopy of a towering tree at the edge of the valley.

His gaze shifted, and he quickly spotted Qian San's figure on a high slope on the other side of the valley.

Qian San sat quietly on the edge of the cliff, while Xiao Qing, who had just been chatting with Dugu Yan, had walked over and sat down next to Qian San quite naturally. The two leaned on each other's shoulders, and the atmosphere was full of youthful energy.

"These two kids..." Chihiro raised an eyebrow in the tree, forcing herself not to speak, intending to see what the two usually talked about.

Below, Xiaoqing looked at the sunset in the distance, a trace of confusion about the future flashing in her eyes. As a 100,000-year-old transformed soul beast, even with the cover of the Hidden Breath Illusion Lotus, the unease deep in her heart could not be completely erased. What if her father, who was 13 years old, was lying to her?

She suddenly turned her head, looked at Qian San's profile, and asked softly:

"Mistress... what if one day, many people want to kill me, and those people are very, very strong, so strong that you simply can't fight back... what will you do?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Xunji, who was perched on the tree, almost fell headfirst.

He covered his face, his toes awkwardly carving out a three-bedroom apartment on the sole of his shoe.

"Is this right? Shouldn't this be the question we asked when we became sworn siblings?" Qian Xunji thought to herself, utterly exasperated.

He stared at Qian San below, praying frantically in his heart:

"My dear son, you're usually so calm and wise, your mind is always filled with Tang Clan hidden weapons and metal storms. Please don't say that cheesy pickup line, your father really can't handle that kind of sweet attack..."

However, the gears of fate clearly did not hear Chihiro's prayers.

At the edge of the cliff, Qian San didn't hesitate for a moment. He slowly turned his head, looked directly into Xiao Qing's eyes with a serious expression, his eyes devoid of any hint of jest. He spoke each word clearly and firmly, his voice as resolute as if it could cut through metal and stone:

"Sister Qing...then please ask them to step over my corpse first."

"........."

Qian Xunji, perched in the treetop, instantly broke out in goosebumps. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a two-bedroom, one-living-room grave with his toes and bury himself on the spot.

"These lines... are too damaging." Qian Xunji reluctantly accepted reality, proving that eavesdropping is harmful to mental health.

"But don't worry, Xiaoqing, with me here, you won't sacrifice yourself to that mistress... you won't!"