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

Ning Da turned around, forcing a smile that he thought was kind on his stiff face: "Xiao San, you're here. Have a seat."

Qian San didn't sit down, but just watched him quietly, waiting for him to continue.

"I spent all night researching and have tailored a future development plan for you." Ning Dagang walked to his desk, placed his hands on the surface, and stared intently at Qian San.

"Your martial soul is the Blue Silver Spider. Although it has a certain vitality, as a spider, its biggest flaw is that it has no venom and no strong attack power."

Qian San nodded; that was indeed the truth.

Seeing his agreement, Ning Dagang's eyes flashed with a hint of pride, and he continued, "According to my theory of the ten core competitiveness of martial souls, plant-type martial souls can absorb the soul rings of animal-type soul beasts, and vice versa! Therefore, I have decided to take you to the Soul Hunting Forest to find you a highly poisonous plant-type soul beast, such as the Mandragora Poison Ivy."

"Once your Blue Silver Spider absorbs its spirit ring, there's a high probability it will inherit its poison attribute! At that point, your spider will no longer be useless, but a terrifyingly poisonous creature! That's the brilliance of theory!"

Upon hearing this, Qian San's heart stirred slightly. Plant and animal types interconnected? Using plant poison to compensate for the Blue Silver Spider's weaknesses? This sounded somewhat plausible. If he could truly imbue the Blue Silver Spider with potent venom, it would indeed greatly benefit his use of Tang Clan hidden weapons.

However, the thought only lingered in his mind for less than a second before he dismissed it.

The unwavering look in his father Qian Xunji's eyes before he left flashed through his mind. His father had said that he would personally go to find his first spirit ring. Qian San had an almost blind trust in his father.

"Teacher, your theory sounds very insightful." Qian San bowed slightly and refused calmly, "However, regarding my first spirit ring, my father instructed me before he passed away that he would personally handle it for me."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the office instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Ning Dagang's smile froze completely, replaced by annoyance at being questioned and defied. What he hated most in his life was having his theories looked down upon. He had finally managed to take on a genius with innate full soul power to prove himself; how could he allow such a variable to occur?

"Your father?" Ning Dagang sneered, his tone undisguisedly condescending. "Little San, you're still young and don't understand the cruelty of the Soul Master world. Your father is just a barefoot doctor in a remote village! Does he know anything about Martial Soul Mimicry? Does he know anything about the limit on the age of Soul Rings?"

Ning Dagang became increasingly agitated as he spoke, slamming his hand on the table: "What can he give you? A few gold coins? Or a tenth-level boar beast? Can he give you my priceless theories, the culmination of half a lifetime's work? Following him, your talent will only be completely buried!"

"boom--"

Almost the instant Ning Dagang finished speaking, a chilling, bone-chilling killing intent, as if it were tangible, erupted from Qian San's young body without warning!

Qian San suddenly raised his head, his once clear eyes now replaced by a chilling glint.

Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; to touch them is certain death.

For Qian San, who was an orphan in his previous life, his father, who raised him from childhood and would sit in front of the stove for hours to cook a pot of bone broth for him, is the only and absolutely untouchable taboo in his heart!

"You dare to say another word against my father?"

Qian San's voice no longer carried any childish innocence; instead, it was hoarse and cold, as if he had experienced countless deaths. He stared intently at Ning Dagang and coldly declared in his heart: You have already chosen your own death!

"If you dare to utter even the slightest disrespect to my father, our master-disciple relationship will be severed today!"

Startled by the sudden murderous aura, Ning Dagang stumbled back two steps, his lower back slamming heavily against the desk. He stared in disbelief at the six-year-old child before him, a cold sweat breaking out on his back in an instant.

That was a real, blood-stained look in their eyes!

How could a country kid have such a terrifying look in his eyes?

"You...you..." Ning Dagang swallowed hard, forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart. His face turned pale and then red, and in the end he could only flick his sleeves in a show of bravado.

"You're hopeless! Fine, since you're so stubborn, I'll see what kind of incredible spirit ring your barefoot doctor father can find for you! Don't blame me if your spirit is ruined!"

Qian San gave him a cold look, said nothing, turned around and strode out of the office, slamming the door shut with a bang.

……

Late that night, in the grove of trees behind Notting College.

Qian San was sitting cross-legged on a boulder, circulating his Xuan Tian Gong to calm his anger from the daytime, when suddenly, a faint sound of air being torn apart came from above.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked up warily.

A tall, slender figure silently descended from the treetops, his long golden hair shimmering in the moonlight. Though travel-worn, his composure and dignity, ingrained in his very being, remained undiminished.

"Dad!" Qian San was stunned at first, then his eyes burst with undisguised joy, and he jumped down from the boulder.

Qian Xunji looked at his son, a gentle smile appearing on his cold face. Without saying much, he lightly touched the storage soul tool at his waist with his right hand. With a muffled thud, a strange soul beast the size of a water buffalo, bound tightly by golden beams of light, slammed heavily to the ground.

That was a spider.

Unlike ordinary spiders, this spider had a dark silver metallic sheen. Its eight long legs were like eight sharp steel spears, and even reflected a chilling light under the moonlight. Even though it was tightly bound, some kind of silvery-gray viscous liquid was still dripping from its mouthparts. When the liquid fell on the rocks on the ground, it made a hissing corrosion sound and instantly dissolved a small pit in the hard stone.

"This is..." Qian San gasped.

"The Iron-Eroding Hundred-Transformation Spider, with a cultivation period of 570 years."

Qian Xunji dusted off his hands and pointed at the spider on the ground, saying, "This beast is rare even in the Star Dou Great Forest. It doesn't eat meat; it feeds on various metal ores. Because it has been consuming metal for a long time, its body is as hard as iron, and the spider silk it produces is a peculiar liquid metal."

At this point, Qian Xunji gave Qian San a meaningful look:

"Xiao San, over the years you've been secretly collecting scrap metal in the village, and you like to tinker with strange little parts and hidden weapons. Moreover, I've seen all the grappling techniques and strange skills you practice in the yard."