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

Qian Xunji, who had just taken a step forward, suddenly stopped, turned around, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "What did you say? Azure Bull Python?"

"Yes." Qian San recounted in detail what had happened in Dormitory Seven, and the story of the girl named Xiao Qing.

"She has a very aloof personality and seems very sensible. She doesn't talk much usually, but after her martial spirit is attached to her, there is an ancient and heavy sense of oppression. Even if I used all my strength techniques, I could only win by a narrow margin."

Qian Xunji listened to his son's description, remaining outwardly calm, but inwardly he was already ranting and raving.

No, isn't this world a bit too absurdly reversed?

In the original story, shouldn't the one who shared a dorm room with the mistress and fought for leadership be Xiao Wu, a 100,000-year-old soft-boned rabbit who liked to wear pink and was always making a ruckus? How come she's now transformed into a blue bull python? Has Da Ming become Xiao Qing?

However, upon further reflection, Qian Xunji felt that this was actually a great thing. Compared to Xiao Wu in the original story, who was always causing trouble and constantly needed her hair combed, this low-key, sensible, and reserved Xiao Qing was much more worry-free! This was truly a high-quality childhood sweetheart suitable for his son!

Qian Xunji suppressed the urge to rant, coughed twice, and resumed his fatherly, enigmatic demeanor, objectively explaining: "The Azure Bull Python is one of the top-tier soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest, a true overlord. This martial soul not only possesses terrifying physical strength but also naturally carries the suppressive power of lightning and water attributes, making it an absolutely top-grade beast martial soul."

Seeing Qian San's thoughtful expression, Qian Xunji smiled and comforted him, "But you don't need to feel inferior. Although your martial soul is only the Blue Silver Spider, the quality of the martial soul doesn't determine everything. Didn't you still defeat her with your own combat skills? Besides, you're not level ten anymore. Feel the soul power in your body yourself."

Upon hearing this, Qian San immediately closed his eyes and activated his Mysterious Heaven Technique. The next second, he abruptly opened his eyes, his face filled with disbelief: "Level fourteen? I actually jumped directly to level fourteen?"

"The energy of the Iron-Eroding Hundred-Transformation Spider is extremely pure. Combined with the foundation you've built over the past six years, it's normal for you to have skipped four levels in a row." Qian Xunji nodded in satisfaction, then his tone became serious. "There's one more thing you need to remember. While you're studying at Notting Academy, unless absolutely necessary, never go to the branch hall of the Haotian Palace to collect that one gold soul coin soul master subsidy each month."

Qian San was taken aback. Although he didn't know why, in his heart, his father's words were the truth, so he nodded without hesitation and agreed: "I remember, Dad."

Qian Xunji had his reasons for making this arrangement. The power of the Haotian Palace was deeply entrenched on the continent. As a descendant of A Dong, Qian San could not be exposed to the sight of those powerful forces too early. By not accepting subsidies, he could minimize his registration records with official agencies. This was a wise and reasonable approach. Most importantly, he was not short of money.

"Alright, hurry back to the dorm." Qian Xunji waved his hand, and with a flicker, he disappeared into the night. Just as he was about to completely vanish, a light yet mysterious voice reached Qian San's ears:

"You should keep an eye on that girl named Xiaoqing."

Qian San touched his nose and looked in the direction his father had disappeared. Although he didn't understand the deeper meaning of his father's last words, he still silently kept them in his heart.

……

When I returned to Dormitory 7, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

Qian San quietly pushed open the door. The work-study students in the dormitory were sleeping soundly, their snores rising and falling. He walked to his bunk and was just about to lie down and rest for a while when he keenly sensed a gaze fixed on him.

In the corner, Xiaoqing had finished her meditation. Her clear, cold eyes quietly looked at Qian San. As a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form, her perception far surpassed that of ordinary people. She could clearly feel that in just one night, Qian San's aura had changed. His originally gentle and reserved aura now had a sharp edge.

Clearly, he has already obtained his first spirit ring, and the quality of the spirit ring is definitely not low.

However, Xiaoqing only stared at him quietly for three seconds before casually looking away and continuing to tidy up the old quilt that Qian San had given her yesterday. What kind of adventures others had or what abilities they gained was none of her business. She came to the human world only to rebuild her cultivation and avenge her mother, and had no interest in exploring other people's secrets.

Seeing this, Qian San didn't disturb her. He pulled over his newly bought goose down comforter and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Meanwhile, inside the faculty housing at Notting College.

Ning Dagang was sitting at his desk, writing furiously by candlelight, revising his "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul". He felt humiliated than ever before because he had been confronted by a six-year-old country boy during the day and even repelled by the boy's murderous aura.

"You country bumpkin! You ignorant brat!" Ning Dagang muttered through gritted teeth as he wrote.

"I'll see what kind of trash spirit ring your good-for-nothing father can get you! When you're crying your eyes out because your spirit is ruined, let's see how arrogant you'll be in front of me then!"

Just as he was cursing, the window of the room was suddenly smashed open with a "bang" by a strange gust of wind.

The candles on the table went out instantly.

Ning Dagang's heart tightened, and a dangerous intuition instantly enveloped his entire body. Just as he was about to shout out and summon his martial spirit, Luo Siqiang, a large hand, like an iron clamp, had already gripped his neck tightly, lifting him off the chair like a chick.

By the faint moonlight filtering in through the window, Ning Dagang was horrified to see a tall man standing in front of him, wearing a half-silver mask.

There were no dazzling spirit rings, no light and shadow effects from the spirit possession, and this man didn't even release a trace of spirit power, but the terrifying pressure that felt almost tangible made Ning Dagang tremble.

"You... Waaah..." Ning Dagang's legs kicked weakly in mid-air, his hands desperately trying to pry open the man's wrists, but he felt as if he was trying to break a piece of pig iron.

"Bang!"

Without uttering a single word, the masked man clenched his other fist and delivered a powerful straight punch to Ning Dagang's abdomen.

"Ugh—"

Ning Dagang's eyes bulged out instantly, and the acid in his stomach mixed with the leftover food surged up, but he couldn't vomit because his neck was being choked. He could only let out a painful groan. He felt as if his internal organs had been displaced by that punch.

The masked man released his grip, letting Ning Dagang slump to the ground like a lump of mud. Then he raised a foot and stomped heavily on Ning Dagang's chest.

"I am the barefoot doctor from the countryside you mentioned." Qian Xunji looked down at Ning Dagang, who was curled up in pain on the ground, his eyes behind the mask as cold as ice.