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

Before she finished speaking, her body had already transformed into a bluish-green afterimage, covering a distance of several meters and appearing in front of Qian San. There were no fancy techniques, just a simple punch straight at Qian San's chest.

However, this seemingly ordinary punch carried a chilling sound as it pierced the air, with immense power, like Mount Haotian pressing down on you!

Qian San's pupils contracted slightly. He could feel the terrifying power contained in that punch. This girl's physical strength was simply not human!

Instead of taking the blow head-on, his footwork instantly became ethereal, and his body twisted strangely like a willow in the wind, narrowly avoiding the heavy blow—Ghostly Shadow Tracking!

With her attack missing its mark, Xiaoqing didn't hesitate. Her right leg swept out like a steel whip, creating a sharp gust of wind. Her fighting style was extremely ruthless, with no superfluous movements. It consisted entirely of powerful, forceful strikes, like a giant python lurking in the abyss, ready to strike and kill.

Qian San took a deep breath, and his hands instantly became as smooth and warm as jade—the Mysterious Jade Hands!

He reached forward with both hands and precisely placed them on Xiao Qing's sweeping leg. At the same time, his Xuan Tian Gong was rapidly circulating within his body, and he used the Crane Control and Dragon Capture Technique to its fullest extent.

He pulled back using Xiaoqing's terrifying force, his hands drawing a smooth arc in the air, not only dissipating most of the force from her legs but also using the momentum to pull her to the side.

Xiaoqing frowned slightly. She felt as if her strength was hitting a ball of cotton. Not only could she not find a foothold, but even her balance was being disrupted by the other party's strange techniques.

Just as Xiaoqing's center of gravity shifted, Qian San seized the fleeting opening. He stepped on Ghost Shadow Clone, lunged forward, and his spider-armored arm, gleaming with a ghostly blue light, was already firmly positioned less than half an inch from Xiaoqing's throat.

The outcome is decided.

The entire exchange took only a dozen or so breaths, but the danger and ingenuity of it left the work-study students around them dumbfounded.

The vertical pupils in Xiaoqing's eyes slowly faded, and the blue scales quickly retracted into her body. She was neither angry nor embarrassed; her cool face remained calm and undisturbed.

"You're very capable." Xiaoqing straightened up and looked at Qian San with a frank gaze.

"I lost."

After saying that, she turned around decisively, preparing to return to her bare bed without even a sheet.

Looking at Xiaoqing's thin figure, Qian San sighed softly. He walked to his bed, grabbed the bedding that Ning Dagang had just sent over, and threw it directly onto Xiaoqing's bed.

"What do you mean by this?" Xiaoqing stopped and turned to look at him, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

"My dad taught me to do one good deed every day." Qian San shrugged and made up an excuse. Actually, he didn't want the bedding in the first place because it was too hard. Besides, he felt bad watching such a stubborn girl who was so open about losing.

Xiaoqing was stunned.

For the first time, a look of astonishment appeared on her usually expressionless face. She looked quietly at the bedding on the bed, then at Qian San, and remained silent for a full three seconds.

"I gave you the bedding, what are you going to do now?" Xiaoqing asked.

Qian San was secretly planning to go to a shop in Notting City later to pick out the softest goose down comforter, but on the surface, she still maintained a nonchalant demeanor: "You don't need to worry about that, my father will give it to me."

Xiaoqing looked at him, then at the bedding, a complex light flashing in her eyes. There seemed to be surprise, a hint of confusion, but also a faint warmth.

"Thanks."

She uttered those two words softly, her voice so low it was almost inaudible if one didn't listen carefully. Then, she turned around, walked to her bed, and began quietly making up the hard-won bedding.

Seeing that Xiaoqing was no longer paying attention to him, Qian San didn't mind. He dusted himself off and turned to walk out of the gate of Dormitory Seven.

It was still early, so he planned to go to the city first to settle his bedding problem, and then take a look at the blacksmith shops in Notting City. Although the Tang Clan's hidden weapon techniques were exquisite, even the most skilled cook can't cook without ingredients. He needed some handy tools. He didn't know how skilled the blacksmiths were in this world, so he had to go and see for himself. He hoped to find a few reliable craftsmen to forge his hidden arrows and silent blades.

As for his father… Qian San raised his head and glanced at the rolling clouds on the horizon.

Dad, you'd better get me a powerful spirit ring! My Blue Silver Spider is all counting on you.

After leaving Notting Academy, Qian San headed straight for Notting City's commercial district.

His target was clear: an inconspicuous blacksmith shop in the city. As a former disciple of the Tang Clan, he possessed countless exquisite blueprints for hidden weapons. Although he now had soul power, he would never abandon the Tang Clan's signature skills.

To prevent the design of the concealed weapon from being revealed, Qian San deliberately took a detour through several streets and found two blacksmith shops that were far apart and had no connection with each other. He disassembled the blueprints of the silent sleeve arrow, gave the mechanism and spring to the blacksmith in the east of the city, and gave the outer shell and arrow tube to the blacksmith in the west of the city.

"The dimensions must be exactly right, using the finest refined iron." Qian San slapped the gleaming gold soul coin onto the anvil, looking at the old blacksmith's surprised expression, his tone mature beyond his years.

After finishing with the weapon parts, he leisurely went to the fabric shop and spent one gold soul coin to choose the softest goose down comforter.

By the time he returned to Dormitory 7 with the brand-new bedding, it was already dark. The work-study students in the dormitory were gathered in twos and threes, chatting and boasting. When they saw the obviously expensive bedding in his arms, they all looked on with envy.

Ignoring the stares of the crowd, Qian San went straight to his bed and made up his own. In a corner not far away, Xiao Qing was sitting cross-legged on the old quilt he had given her yesterday, meditating with her eyes closed. Hearing the noise, she slightly opened her eyes, her cool gaze lingering on Qian San's down comforter for a moment, then closed her eyes again without saying a word.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Qian San attended his first class in the beginner's program as scheduled by the academy. The course content was very basic, mostly covering common knowledge about soul power meditation and the types of soul beasts.

The bell rang, and Qian San was about to go to the cafeteria when he saw an older student waiting outside the door: "Qian San, Professor Ning Dagang wants you to go to his office."

Qian San frowned slightly, but still nodded and followed the man through the corridor to a private office on the top floor.

Pushing open the door, he saw Ning Dagang standing with his back to him, hands behind his back, looking at the students playing around on the playground outside, with the air of a profound and unfathomable master.

"Teacher, you wanted to see me?" Qian San said politely.