Douluo Continent: A Thousand Miles of Cultivation

"It's nothing! Wildfire can't burn it all, the spring breeze brings it back to life! Powerful healing, plus a domain with the ability to conceal, and your son's third soul skill is the Grass and Tree Wind Blowing, a flying soul skill!"

And your final battlefield with Qian Xunji was a desolate wasteland without a single blade of grass or tree?

"Tang Hao, what are you doing? Are you fleeing with your wife?"

"what do you want to say in the end?!"

"The Heavenly Dou Royal Academy inquires about students' experiences upon admission in order to observe their psychological state and make timely adjustments to their cultivation."

You can't deny what your son went through before he was six years old, can you?!

Turning around, Qian Shui gave a mocking smile. Based on his original understanding of Tang Hao and his son, there was no problem with the father being kind and the son being filial. But now that he was in the Douluo Continent, he saw things much more clearly.

"You, a Title Douluo, spend your days drowning your sorrows in alcohol, neglecting your own child and unable to even provide the most basic food and drink, yet you squander your meager savings on drinking. Tang Hao, is this how a normal father would treat his child?!"

"What nonsense are you spouting?!"

Tang Hao seemed particularly excited; his previously numb face flushed red.

"Just repeat what you did, that's all."

"You and your soul beast wife fled from the forest, but your destination is a barren wasteland with no grass or trees. If this were a war, you would be courting death by giving up your most advantageous environment!"

You, who were already an 89th-level Soul Master at that time, couldn't possibly be that stupid. Considering what you did to your son, the answer is obvious!

Perhaps this wasn't your initial intention, but you ended up doing it anyway—you devised a plan to transform your spirit beast wife into your ninth spirit ring!

"You fart!"

"Forget it, no matter what you think, your actions have already said it all. I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you. Tell me, where is the soul bone that the 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor dropped? You're covered in soul bones, but there's nowhere for you to absorb them!"

Oh~ The elder who was involved in this matter back then recalled that your soul beast wife seemed to have dropped a seed, right?

As you can see, this is a blessed land extremely beneficial to plants. If you hand it over, I can help you bring your wife back!

……

Qian Renxue has been very bored lately. She is locked up in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School awaiting marriage, and basically spends every day trying on wedding dresses and such.

Originally, she was supposed to handle official business, which should have been done by Qian Shui, but some people refused to comply and preferred to review endless official documents.

(Impossible! Wearing high heels! Absolutely not—Qian Shui Douluo)

Ning Rongrong went to study at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, and she didn't even have a single acquaintance there.

"Xiao Shui, how's it going over there?"

"The Crown Prince's residence is no problem, there are plenty of people to handle it. The problem is our place, it's too small!"

Out of sheer boredom, all I could do was call Qian Shui; luckily, that's what Soul Imprint does.

"Hmm... what should we do then?"

"Sigh, you've invited too many people. You could have just invited one chief officiant!"

"How can you only call me Grandpa? Don't you want more blessings?"

"Of course we want to, but the problem is, given our situation, it's not really feasible!"

"I don't care, you only get married once in your life. Do you want to get married two or more times?!"

"Hey, don't overthink it, okay? Would I do that?"

"Who knew so many girls liked you! Rongrong even declared she wanted to marry you!"

"Pah! Pah! Pah! Isn't all this your fault? If anyone's going to marry her, it's you!"

"Hmph! It's not impossible!"

"Uh...you're not planning to use mine...um...and then you go ahead and do it yourself!"

"Tch! Who cares about you! Let me see what you've done!"

With a shift in her gaze, Qian Renxue entered Qian Shui's body and saw a large bamboo shed erected outside the hot pot restaurant.

"Hmph! Actually, it would be even better without that colorful plastic sheeting!"

"What colored plastic sheet?"

Huan Hongchen and her master, who had been dragged over to work overtime in the middle of the night, were speechless. They had to make a bunch of spatial soul tools, build this childish shed, and listen to their boss talking to himself. Exhausted, she was too tired to complain anymore.

"Senior Wang, is it ready yet? The soul tool you requested isn't finished!"

"Alright, alright, go and rest. I'll handle the rest myself!"

Although it was the middle of the night, there was no light at all. Qian Shui relied on his strength and directly activated his mental link cheat, making it no different from working during the day.

Ji Jiaojiao, who is straightforward, is different. This makes her very tired, so she just asks directly when she has doubts.

"What exactly are you trying to do here? Shouldn't you be preparing for your wedding?"

"It's nothing, actually this is where the real wedding is being held!"

"what?"

Chapter 198 Matters of Heavenly Struggle

"This is your masterpiece?!"

"OK!"

Although I knew Qian Shui could be erratic, I never expected him to be so unreliable.

"Hmph, when the time comes, hang up big red lanterns and big red embroidered balls, and play the little suona, the effect will be amazing!"

Indeed, deep in the primeval forest, where the trees are dense and the light is dim, suddenly, the sound of suona horns rang out. What came into view was a simple shed with big red lanterns hanging high. Combined with the cold atmosphere of the forest at sunset, it was quite terrifying!

Even if Qian Renxue didn't understand these things, she could imagine that she was going to invite her grandfather to a wedding in such a place.

Mobilizing Qian Shui's soul power, he unleashed a palm strike, and to Qian Shui's utter disbelief, the entire shed vanished into thin air.

"Do not!!!!"

Looking back, Huan Hongchen and his disciple were stunned and confused. "Is this person an idiot?"

"Let's go, Jiaojiao. He's been acting strangely for a while now. Maybe it's something he can't talk about. Let's go back and rest."

……

"My child, my child, why doesn't your mother like it? It's perfectly fine."

Ever since that incident, Qian Shui was banished to be Ning Huahua. Even Qian Renxue would be extremely bored in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, let alone Qian Shui.

"Sigh, I can't even help your mom with her soul cultivation while she's offline. Once that six-winged angel's soul power is unleashed, her identity will be exposed no matter what."

Stroking Qian Renxue's lower abdomen, Qian Shui murmured to herself, "The three-month period is almost here, and she's already showing some signs of pregnancy."

"Sigh, these high heels look nice, they even increase attack speed, but they're deadly to wear! Were they really invented to punish women?"

Recalling his extremely limited knowledge of European history, one can't help but sigh, "High-heeled stockings were invented for men, ugh, although they do feel pretty good!"

Although Qian Renxue blushed slightly at Qian Shui's strange actions, she didn't try to stop him too much, since they knew each other well.

Just like her, she also has a special fondness for Qian Shui's bad brothers, and is particularly interested in them~

After all, this was a change of interest in 'punishment', and this 'punishment' naturally involved a penalty, and the penalty for Qian Shui was to practice walking in high heels.

Although the female disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School who were passing by were secretly laughing, they dared not go too far due to their status. However, for a certain human, face was not as valuable as integrity.

"Huahua, are you still practicing?"

"Ah."

Although the appearance of Ning Fengzhi behind her did not surprise Qian Shui, she still complained a lot about him being nosy.

"Actually, you only need to dress up for ceremonies. If you really don't like it, you don't have to be so serious about it."

...

'You should have said so earlier! Xiaoxue, why didn't you tell me?!'

'I am the one who will be part of the ceremony; this is punishment for you!'

'Gah!'

...

Everyone has their own style. Qian Shui is basically just acting crazy, no matter which account he's on!

To Ning Fengzhi's astonishment, Ning Huahua lifted her high heels far away, stepping on the white stockings on her legs as she stepped onto the ground. She turned around, hesitated for a moment, picked up her high heels, and made as if to leave.

"Wait a minute, Flower, can we talk?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Um... about Rongrong."

...

Ning Huahua sat casually on the sofa in the living room, crossed her legs, and swung her toes around in high heels. Ning Fengzhi's eyelids twitched at the sight of Ning Huahua.

Opposite Ning Huahua, a Bone Douluo with a withered face was slowly sipping tea, but his expression was strangely unsettling.

Given Ning Huahua's identity, they couldn't say it outright. They were just afraid that even the mischievous Ning Rongrong would never be as 'unseemly' as Ning Huahua.

"Huahua, Qinghe was here that day, and I've been quite busy lately, so I haven't had a chance to ask you about Rongrong."

Ning Rongrong's change of personality was a bit too drastic, and Ning Fengzhi really wanted to know how Ning Huahua had managed to do it, so he tried to probe her indirectly.

"It's not that complicated~ She's smart, my presence probably made her feel threatened~"

It was still the same accent, but it clearly explained the underlying reasons for Ning Rongrong's transformation.

"Is that so?"

"I just made her understand the wickedness of the world!" As she spoke, that wicked woman's smile appeared even more on Ning Huahua's face, which looked remarkably like Ning Rongrong's.

"There's one more thing. Who is that child named Qian Shuishui?"

Ning Fengzhi must have noticed this matter. How could he not have doubts about the almost identical martial souls and names?

Realizing the main point had been made, Qian Shui didn't change her posture, looking rather dazed, and replied to Ning Fengzhi, "She's my senior sister. I don't know where Qian Shui found this kid! She's clearly younger than me!"

"Oh?"

There's a lot of information in that one sentence; Ning Huahua's way of addressing Qian Shui alone could be over-interpreted.