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

Under the dim light of the oil lamp,

Qian San sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, holding his breath and staring intently at the dark blue silver spider in his palm.

As a former outer disciple of the Tang Clan, he was obsessed with hidden weapons and poisons throughout his life. At this moment, he was trying to use the internal force of the Xuan Tian Gong to find the location of the poison sac in the body of this mutated spider. He had even conceived dozens of methods in his mind to use spider venom to refine hidden weapons.

"Don't waste your energy." Qian Xunji walked in carrying a bowl of freshly brewed calming soup. Seeing her son's alarmed expression, she couldn't help but chuckle.

"Even if you stare at it until it blooms like a flower, it won't spit out a single drop of venom."

Qian San was stunned, then looked up in confusion: "Dad, do you mean... my martial spirit isn't poisonous?"

"It's not just not poisonous, it's practically a model student in the world of spirit beasts." Qian Xunji placed the soup bowl on the table, pulled up a chair, and sat down.

"These Blue Silver Spiders are a kind of soul beast that is very friendly to humans and has a gentle temperament. Their greatest hobby is weaving webs in the forest to catch and eat mosquitoes. They are the most common beneficial insects on this continent. Apart from their tenacious vitality, which is like that of weeds, they are completely harmless."

Qian San felt a buzzing sound in his head, as if something had shattered. His heart, which belonged to the Tang Clan disciple and was filled with a thirst for peerless poison, instantly turned ice-cold.

"No wonder..." Qian San gave a wry smile, recalling the scene from the awakening ceremony during the day.

"No wonder that deacon named Hun Haitao looked at me with such disdain and said I had a useless martial spirit. A spider that can't even catch mosquitoes and doesn't even have poison, indeed..."

"Bullshit!" Qian Xunji interrupted him irritably, flicking her son's forehead with her finger.

"They're blind! They don't recognize a true god! There are no useless martial spirits in this world, only useless people who don't take their martial spirits seriously. This spider's potential will make those blind fools cry later. Alright, hurry up and drink your soup and go to sleep. After you've rested, I'll teach you some real self-defense skills tomorrow, so you won't be bullied when you go to Notting Academy."

The next morning, in the woods behind the mountain.

Qian Xunji stood with his hands behind his back. The faint light of dawn shone through the gaps in the leaves and onto his long golden hair, adding a touch of sacred and inviolable majesty.

"Little San, the combat technique I'm going to teach you is called the Righteous Rain Sword Technique."

Qian Xunji's voice was deep and solemn, echoing through the forest.

"This sword technique is completely different from the martial arts in the world that pursue killing and violence. It emphasizes the unity of man and nature, and that the sword should be drawn without regret. The core principle is to maintain absolute calm in battle, becoming calmer as the fight goes on, with a heart as clear as ice."

Qian Xunji stretched out his right hand and clenched his fist in the air. In an instant, the light elements in the surrounding environment seemed to be summoned by some supreme power, frantically converging into his palm and finally condensing into a dazzling longsword made purely of light.

With each swing of the sword, a light sword formed from condensed light elements is summoned out of thin air to obey its commands.

The first sword strike summons one lightsaber; the second sword strike summons two lightsabers; the third sword strike summons three lightsabers... and so on.

Qian San rapidly calculated in his mind. Based on his previous life's knowledge of Tang Sect's mathematical principles, if he continued to unleash the eighty-first sword strike to its limit...

That's a total of 3321 lightsabers!

"No matter how many lightsabers you summon, you can eventually fuse them into one, transforming them into a holy sword of immense power."

Seeing the shock in his son's eyes, Qian Xunji's lips curled into a slight smile. "Watch closely!"

Before he finished speaking, Qian Xunji moved slightly and swung his lightsaber in succession. The forest was instantly enveloped in dazzling golden light, and a slight humming sound came from the air, as if divine punishment had descended.

Qian San watched with rapt attention. He was already proficient in Tang Clan hidden weapons, and he had a natural affinity for this kind of combat technique that tested micro-management and mental control.

Time flies, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three months, Qian San devoted almost all his time, except for eating and sleeping, to this sword technique. With the Xuan Tian Gong as his foundation and the powerful mental strength gained from his two lifetimes, he was able to barely perform the seventeenth sword strike the day before he set off for Notting Academy.

At night, Qian Xunji packed her son's meager belongings.

"Little San, once you get to Notting Academy, with your talent, there will definitely be teachers willing to teach you." Qian Xunji stuffed a few sets of clothes into his bundle, his tone seemingly casual, yet revealing an undeniable seriousness.

Qian San nodded obediently: "Don't worry, Dad, I will definitely respect my teachers and study hard."

"Learning is fine, becoming an apprentice is also fine." Qian Xunji abruptly stopped what he was doing, turned around, and stared intently at Qian San with his deep eyes.

"But you must completely eradicate those outdated, 'once a teacher, always a father' ideas from your mind!"

Qian San shuddered, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

Just now, the Tang Clan's rules about apprenticeship flashed through his mind. If he encountered a master who could impart true skills, he should treat him as a godfather. He never expected that his father would see through his secret thoughts at a glance.

"Your father isn't dead yet, and I don't need anyone else to raise my son." Qian Xunji stepped forward and placed his large hand heavily on Qian San's shoulder.

"Remember this: on this continent, I'm your only father. Anyone who dares to take advantage of you and make you call me 'godfather' will have their legs broken, understand?"

A strong sense of shame welled up in Qian San's heart. He lowered his head, his nose tingling. As an orphan in his previous life, he had never experienced being so domineeringly and firmly possessed by his family. This unreasonable possessiveness made him feel more at ease than ever before.

"I understand, Dad." Qian San raised his head, his eyes bright and firm.

Qian Xunji patted his shoulder with satisfaction, his tone softening slightly: "Also, Notting Academy is too small, a shallow pond with many turtles. After you go there, no matter who you take as your master, absolutely do not listen to their advice about your first spirit ring."

"My first spirit ring..." Qian San was somewhat taken aback.

"Your martial souls are the Blue Silver Spider and the Six-Winged Angel. To just randomly pair them with a ten-year-old Guzhu would be a waste of their potential," Qian Xunji sneered, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes.

"Go to school and study your basic theories properly. As for spirit rings... I'll take care of that. My son, Qian Xunji's son, even if he's just an ordinary spider, will start with the best configuration on this continent!"

Hearing these words, Qian San clenched his fists tightly. The kinship he had lacked since childhood and had never received in the Tang Clan was now like the warm sun in winter, enveloping him completely.

He nodded heavily, a warm feeling welling up inside him. It was wonderful to have such a father.