Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 329 The Absent-Minded Qian Daoliu, Tang Yuehua's New Life

Spirit Hall, inside the worship hall.

Golden holy light flowed like water, illuminating the entire hall as if it were a divine realm.

Qian Renxue held the Angelic Sword, its tip trembling slightly.

Sweat dripped from her delicate chin onto the ground, instantly evaporating in the holy light.

She took a deep breath and looked firmly at Qian Daoliu across from her.

"Grandpa, I'm ready to start!"

Qian Renxue said softly, her voice tinged with tension and anxiety.

Qian Daoliu stood in the center of the main hall, his silver hair as white as snow, his face solemn.

However, his eyes were somewhat unfocused, and his thoughts seemed to have drifted far away.

Poseidon's image lingered in his mind.

The woman he had loved for decades was... It was painful just thinking about it.

I really wish I could kick Qian Xunji to death. How could he do such a despicable thing and disgrace the glory of the angel!

"Grandpa?" Qian Renxue called out again when he didn't respond.

Qian Daoliu finally came to his senses and forced a smile: "Let's begin."

Without further hesitation, Qian Renxue's Angelic Sword suddenly shone with a dazzling light.

She flashed, transforming into a golden streak of light that pierced straight through the Thousand Streams.

This sword strike embodied all her power and skill; wherever the blade passed, the air itself was torn apart with tiny cracks.

However, Qian Daoliu remained absent-minded.

He only woke up with a start when the sword's edge was just inches away from his chest.

Almost instinctively, golden light surged around him, and the terrifying pressure of a level 99 peak Douluo instantly erupted!
"boom--"

Qian Daoliu struck out with his palm, and the golden palm print collided with the Angelic Divine Sword, unleashing a deafening roar.

Qian Renxue was struck as if by lightning, and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a pillar in the palace, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Little Snow!"

Qian Daoliu's expression changed drastically. He flashed to Qian Renxue's side and gently helped her up.

His eyes were filled with self-blame and worry. "How are you? Grandpa didn't mean it..."

Qian Renxue coughed a few times, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and forced a smile, saying, "It's alright, Grandpa. I'm just not as skilled as you."

She looked up at Qian Daoliu, her eyes filled with concern, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you lately? You always seem distracted."

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a moment, then helped Qian Renxue to sit down on a chair.

With his back to her, he said in a low voice, "Xiaoxue, Grandpa has something to ask you."

"Grandpa, please speak."

"What is your relationship with Yu Xiaolie?"

Qian Renxue was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

A blush appeared on her fair cheeks.

She lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes: "I... I just think he's special."

Qian Daoliu turned around, his sharp gaze fixed on Qian Renxue's eyes.

He saw the fleeting shyness and admiration in his granddaughter's eyes, and immediately understood.

His emotions became even more complicated.

Yu Xiaolie... the one who defeated his son and indirectly caused Poseidon's downfall...

Now, even his most beloved granddaughter...

He had mixed feelings about this person.

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and said nothing more.

He turned and walked out of the hall, his back view appearing particularly lonely.

But in his heart, he had already made his decision.

Before Qian Renxue officially becomes a god, he must personally meet Yu Xiaolie.

"Hmph, let me see what you're made of," Qian Daoliu thought to himself with a cold snort.

……

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

In the courtyard of the Broken Clan, sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Tang Yuehua sat cross-legged on the stone platform in the courtyard, her eyes slightly closed, with faint fluctuations of soul power surrounding her.

Her face was serene and focused, her long eyelashes casting small shadows on her face.

Yu Xiaolie stood beside her, one hand gently resting on her shoulder, feeling the flow of soul power within her body.

Yang Wudi sat on a stone bench not far away, watching the scene intently.

"Hang in there a little longer, you're about to break through," Yu Xiaolie said softly.

Tang Yuehua could feel the barrier within her body, which had been blocked for many years, loosening, and her soul power, like a trickle, finally found an outlet.

Suddenly, her body trembled slightly, and the fluctuations of her soul power suddenly intensified.

A faint white light burst forth from her body, then quickly subsided.

"Success!"

Yang Wudi suddenly stood up and said excitedly.

Tang Yuehua slowly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with disbelief.

She looked down at her hands, feeling the soul power flowing within her body.

This was the first time in decades that she had truly felt what it was like to be a Soul Master!
"I...I can really cultivate now?"

Her voice trembled slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Yu Xiaolie smiled and nodded: "Level 10 soul power, although it is only the starting point, is a qualitative leap for you."

Tang Yuehua could no longer contain her excitement. She stood up abruptly, hugged Yu Xiaolie tightly, and kissed him heavily on the cheek: "Thank you, my husband!"

The news spread like wildfire throughout the entire Haotian Sect.

The disciples of the Min clan were the first to receive the news and immediately reported it to their sect leader, Tang Xiao, and the elders.

Inside the main hall of the Haotian Sect, Tang Xiao was handling sect affairs when suddenly a streak of light arrived. Bai He stopped and exclaimed, "Sect Master! Great news! Young Master Yuehua can begin her cultivation!"

"what?"

Tang Xiao's pen fell to the table with a thud, splattering ink all over him without him even noticing.

He jumped to his feet. "Is the news true?"

"It's absolutely true! Yang Wudi saw it with his own eyes and said it himself. Young Master Yuehua has successfully condensed his soul power and reached level ten!"

Tang Xiao could no longer sit still. He leaped out of the main hall and headed straight for the Po clan's encampment.

The other elders followed suit, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

When Tang Xiao arrived at the courtyard, he saw Tang Yuehua attempting to release her soul power under Yu Xiaolie's guidance.

A faint white light lingered around her fingertips; though weak, it was indeed a fluctuation of level ten soul power!
"Yuehua!"

Tang Xiao shouted excitedly.

Tang Yuehua turned her head and saw her brother and the elders. A bright smile appeared on her face: "Big brother, I can really cultivate now!"

Tang Xiao strode forward, grabbed his sister's wrist, and carefully sensed the fluctuations of soul power within her body.

After confirming that everything was correct, he laughed heartily, "Great! Absolutely great!"

Immediately, he turned to Yu Xiaolie and bowed solemnly, "Your Majesty the Dragon God, my good brother-in-law! I am deeply grateful!"

Yu Xiaolie waved his hand: "There's no need for that. Yuehua is my wife, and this is what I should do."

Tang Xiao nodded, his gratitude evident in his eyes.

He said impatiently, "Let's go! We'll head to the Soul Beast Circle now and choose a suitable Soul Ring for Yuehua!"

……

Behind the Haotian Sect, in a valley shrouded by a barrier, various soul beasts suitable for low-level soul masters to absorb are kept.

Most of these spirit beasts are docile and range in age from ten to a thousand years.

Tang Xiao led everyone to the entrance of the valley, where the guarding disciples quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, Sect Master!"

"Open the barrier, we need to go in and choose our soul beasts," Tang Xiao instructed.

The barrier slowly opened, and the group stepped into the valley.

The valley is shaded by green trees and has a babbling brook, making for a very beautiful environment.

Various spirit beasts roamed through the forest, showing no fear upon seeing humans, clearly having become accustomed to their captive life.

"Moonflower, what kind of soul beast do you want to choose?"

Tang Xiao asked, "Brother suggests you choose a gentle soul beast that is around two hundred years old, as that would reduce the risk of absorbing it."

Tang Yuehua did not answer immediately, but looked at Yu Xiaolie with a question in her eyes.

Yu Xiaolie looked around, his gaze finally settling on a cluster of flowers not far away.

There grew several pure white plants with bell-shaped flowers that swayed gently in the wind, making a crisp sound.

"Lily of the Valley? That's quite rare."

Tang Xiao followed his gaze and exclaimed in surprise, "That's a five-hundred-year-old Pure Heart Lily of the Valley, a rather rare species among plant-type soul beasts. However..."

He hesitated and looked at Tang Yuehua, "Yuehua has just been able to cultivate. Wouldn't it be too risky for her to absorb five hundred years' worth of spirit rings directly?"

Yu Xiaolie smiled calmly and said, "Those few immortal herbs weren't eaten for nothing. Yuehua's current heart meridian constitution is much stronger than most disciples of your Haotian Sect. The five-hundred-year-old Qingxin Linglan is just right for her."

Tang Xiao wanted to say something, but seeing Yu Xiaolie's confident eyes and remembering that his sister had indeed taken those legendary immortal herbs, he finally nodded.

"Then it is entirely up to His Majesty the Dragon God to decide."

(End of this chapter)