Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, Allows Me to Defy Fate

Now that Yu Xiaoheng continues to deceive the young angel goddess Qian Renxue, if there's any way to describe it, it can only be said that...

Never forget our original aspiration!

Face is worthless in the face of survival and becoming stronger.

Yu Xiaoheng squatted down, his gaze level with Qian Renxue's, a gentle smile on his face.

Previously, he had used a secret contact from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex sect.

He obtained information about Qian Renxue, who was born prematurely, directly through his father, Yu Yuanzhen.

All signs indicate that the Spirit Hall is allocating significant resources specifically to Qian Renxue.

If it weren't for the potential of her Martial Soul Fusion Skill and Twin Martial Souls, Bibi Dong would probably have lost her value in Qian Xunji's eyes long ago.

This hidden child is the future that Qian Xunji has chosen, the true heir to the Angel Godhood, and the true successor of the Spirit Hall.

Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji will do everything in their power to protect Qian Renxue.

Considering the various forces in Wuhun City that harbor murderous intent towards him, this is the only truly safe house.

Yu Xiaoheng glanced at the towering walls around them out of the corner of his eye.

This is the inner city of Wuhun City, where several Title Douluos are stationed, and there is also a defensive array left by the Angel God.

If any powerful figures from the Haotian Sect or other forces were to attempt to break in, even a Title Douluo would be detected by the Hall of Worship the moment they touched the formation, and would be instantly surrounded and killed by several powerful figures of the same level.

But he is different.

He was just a Soul King.

He did not exhibit the massive soul power fluctuations that would alert the great formation.

The purple flames that can burn through restrictions are a unique characteristic of the power of divine punishment.

This created an extremely bizarre situation: those who wanted to kill him couldn't get in, while those who could get in didn't want to kill him.

As long as he stays by Qian Renxue's side, he is safe.

"Big brother, what are you thinking about?"

Qian Renxue, holding a kite, tilted her head and asked, her golden hair falling over her shoulders.

Yu Xiaoheng snapped out of his daze and pointed to the broken end of the kite string.

“I was thinking that we need to connect the wires first so that this ‘dragon’ can fly higher.”

He stretched out his hand.

Soul power surged within his palm, a suppressed and extremely gentle, thread-like soul power.

Qian Renxue obediently handed over the kite.

Yu Xiaoheng's fingers flew nimbly, retying the broken thread and injecting a faint glowing soul power into the knot, making it look like a small, luminous star.

"All right."

Yu Xiaoheng stood up and handed the reel to Qian Renxue, "Want to give it a try?"

Qian Renxue took the reel, her eyes filled with eagerness.

She started running around in the yard.

Although she was young, she had awakened the bloodline of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, so she was quite fast and moved with light steps.

Supported by the night breeze, the kite wobbled and rose into the air once more.

Those exaggeratedly large eyes flickered in the night, the fluorite's glow spilling onto the garden's grass.

"It's flying! It's really flying!"

Qian Renxue shouted excitedly, her cheeks flushed.

"Brother Wuming, you're amazing!"

Yu Xiaoheng stood to the side, hands behind his back, watching this scene with a smile.

"Even a pig can fly if it goes with the wind, let alone a dragon."

He casually made a joke that no one in the world could understand.

Qian Renxue didn't understand, but that didn't stop her from being happy.

She was tired from running, so she stopped and walked over to Yu Xiaoheng, panting, and looked up at him.

"Brother Wuming, you are so kind."

"How so?" Yu Xiaoheng raised an eyebrow.

“Besides my dad and grandpa, no one has ever played with me like this before.”

Qian Renxue said earnestly, her little hands gripping the reel tightly, "Those guards only tell me to be careful, and those teachers only make me memorize. Only Daddy occasionally hugs me and brings me delicious food."

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something, and the light in her eyes brightened.

"You remind me a bit of my dad."

Yu Xiaoheng's heart stirred slightly.

Chihiro?

The pope, who is seen as arrogant and despicable by outsiders, is actually viewed in this way by his daughter.

There is indeed a difference between having love and not having love.

Yu Xiaoheng thought of Bibi Dong.

The saintess, who was raised by Qian Xunji as a tool, received only severe reprimands and endless training tasks. Even though a huge amount of resources were invested, the investment was real, and her complete disregard for Bibi Dong's thoughts was also real.

As for Qian Renxue, Qian Xunji showered her with unreserved affection and paved the way for her.

Knowing their circumstances, who wouldn't feel a pang of sorrow?

Yu Xiaoheng reached out and gently rubbed Qian Renxue's golden head.

"Since you think I'm good, then come find me under this tree whenever you want to play."

Yu Xiaoheng pointed to the ancient tree with lush branches and leaves by the courtyard wall.

"Of course, this is a secret between the two of us."

"You can't even tell your father."

Qian Renxue blinked, then nodded vigorously and extended her little finger.

"Pinky promise".

Yu Xiaoheng chuckled and reached out to hook his finger around that tender little finger.

"Pinky promise".

Two fingers, one large and one small, intertwined in the moonlight.

Looking at Qian Renxue's unguarded smiling face, Yu Xiaoheng's mind raced with calculations.

With this relationship, the inner city of Wuhun City was no longer a forbidden area for him, but his own backyard.

The safety factor has increased significantly!

The city of Wuhun was shrouded in darkness.

Outside the city walls, a dark figure hovered in mid-air like a ghost.

It was none other than Tang Jue, a reclusive elder of the Haotian Sect and a titled Douluo.

He followed the scent left by the boy known as "Nameless" until he saw the towering, brightly lit inner city walls before him, and his steps suddenly stopped.

Further ahead lies the core territory of the Spirit Hall.

The Hall of Worship and the Papal Palace are both located here.

Tang Jue frowned, gazing at the towering city wall, a hint of hesitation rising in his heart.

That was the territory of Sendoryu and Senhiro.

Even if he is a level 92 Title Douluo, if he causes trouble here and gets surrounded, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Is it worth taking such a huge risk to kill a mere Soul King?

Chapter 351 Willing to do anything to be the vanguard of the sect

The night wind blew his robes, making them flutter.

Tang Jue recalled the words Tang San had spoken before his departure.

The ruthlessness and determination in the child's eyes chilled this old man who had lived most of his life.

"As long as this major threat can be eliminated, Tang San is willing to give his head to appease the Spirit Hall's anger."

Even a young man has such awareness, willing to die for the future of his sect.

He is a titled Douluo and an elder of the Clear Sky Sect. Is he really inferior to a child?

If we back down now, how will we face the sect leader in the future?

Tang Jue took a deep breath, and the hesitation in his eyes disappeared.

The nameless must die.

This child's talent is too monstrous, and his methods are extremely ruthless. If he is not eliminated today, he will surely become a major threat to the Haotian Sect in the future.

As long as you act fast enough.

A swift and decisive strike, killing the enemy and then retreating.

Although the Spirit Hall is powerful, it would never go to war with the Clear Sky Sect for the sake of a dead, nameless spirit master without solid evidence and without catching them in the act.

After all, the Haotian Sect now enjoys the prestigious reputation of being the number one sect in the world!

Besides, Wuming isn't familiar with the Spirit Hall at all!

"A thousand speeds, a thousand streams..."

"I'm just going to kill a rat. I'm sure you won't turn against my Haotian Sect over such a trivial matter."

Tang Jue snorted coldly, and his soul power erupted instantly.