Douluo Continent: A Thousand Miles of Cultivation

"Hello, uncle. My name is Qian Qingyu. My martial soul is the Golden Six-Winged, and I am a level 58 Soul King." Qian Qingyu didn't seem to mind her opponent's appearance and introduced herself very politely.

The father in the stands was covering his forehead, speechless.

"It's always like this. You know how to keep your martial spirit a secret, but couldn't you at least give yourself a fake name?!" Qian Shui thought his stupid son was a bit too honest.

This seems to be a good tradition she inherited from her mother; Qian Renxue was just as honest at that age.

He just didn't inherit any of the legendary skills of Old Wang. I'll have to teach him a lesson later. For now, let him experience the harshness of society.

"Wow, it's still a virgin! I'm really lucky today!"

As he spoke, the man named Tianya raised his right hand, and with a flash of bright green light, a sharp blade appeared in his hand.

At the same time, a total of five spirit rings appeared: one white, two yellow, and two purple. Although the spirit ring attributes were ordinary, he was a genuine spirit king of level 50 or above.

"Goodness gracious, a kitchen knife! There really is such a martial spirit?"

Qian Qingyu certainly wouldn't hear his father's complaints, nor would he understand what his opponent, Tianya, was saying.

Seeing his opponent summon his martial soul and release his spirit rings, he nervously summoned six golden wings behind him, and a super spirit ring configuration of three purple and two black appeared around him.

This made Qian Shui extremely envious. Back then, he had worked his butt off and only managed to get one yellow and two purple rings, just the first three rings. His son, on the other hand, got a soul ring configuration that was almost impossible to achieve, with almost no effort at all.

"Sometimes, your background really can determine a lot of things..."

"Are you praising yourself?" Even Qianqian could tell.

"Hey!"

"Hey, what is that?!"

On the battle stage, Tianya suddenly leaped forward, his speed was extremely fast. In the instant he accelerated, he swung his broken blade, and a faint green afterimage went straight for Qian Qingyu's neck.

Just as the audience was about to exclaim that the cute little kid was going to be in trouble, a golden light flashed, and with a bang, Tianya was sent flying out of the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Sigh, the Angel Assault is a combination of offense and defense, and it can also dissolve soul power. He might not even be able to break through its defense at close range... In a one-on-one soul battle, without any tactics, who can withstand a direct attack on a six-winged angel martial soul..." Qian Shui silently complained.

Before he reached a certain level, he was beaten down by Qian Renxue, and Qian Qingyu went even further.

If Qian Shui wasn't mistaken, Qian Qingyu's Angelic Martial Soul and Primordial Spirit Martial Soul had merged. If this punch hadn't been delivered by Qian Qingyu's body, the man with the kitchen knife would probably have died on the spot.

Although Qian Qingyu's performance was so amazing that the entire Soul Arena fell silent, the host finally reacted and quickly came to the Soul Arena, loudly announcing, "Soul King Qian Qingyu has won, with a record of one win and zero losses. Tianya's record is twenty-one wins and fourteen losses. Lord Qian Qingyu, please go down to register your points after you leave the stage."

As the host finished speaking, the entire arena erupted in a tremendous uproar, almost entirely filled with disbelief.

"Hehe... Thank you everyone!" Qian Qingyu, who didn't quite understand, thought they were praising him and stood on the Soul Fighting Platform grinning foolishly.

Through Qian Qingyu's tireless efforts (referring to one Soul King per round), he finally earned his first pot of gold.

After all, he was a newcomer and a child. The odds were 1 to 10, and ten gold soul coins multiplied tenfold. When he held a hundred gold soul coins, he couldn't stop smiling.

As Qian Qingyu stepped out of the Great Soul Arena, she waved her hand and exclaimed, "Come on! Little Qian, Little Qianqian, I'll treat you to a meal!"

"Brother Qingyu, should we book a room first? What if there aren't any rooms available this late?" Qianshui was at a loss; her son was so lacking in common sense.

“That’s right, let’s go! Let’s get a room!” Qian Qingyu readily agreed.

Faced with these two ambiguous words, Qian Shui was speechless. If it were said explicitly, wouldn't that corrupt children?

However, just as he sensed something was wrong, Qian Qingyu rushed out and headed straight for the Rose Hotel they had visited. There was nothing he could do; Qian Shui was now a first-ring Soul Master, so he could only follow him along with Qian Qian, pretending to be reluctant.

What upset Qian Shui even more was the two people Qian Qingyu encountered after pushing open the hotel door. At this moment, Qian Qingyu was stunned, and Qian Shui was also stunned.

The two people in front of me both had long, shiny black hair. One was wearing a black tight leather jacket and had a figure that could easily be rated 120 out of 100, while the other was wearing a blue long dress and looked gentle and elegant.

Qian Shui was quite familiar with these two beauties. His attention was entirely on Qian Qingyu, completely ignoring Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, who had already arrived in Soto City in their soul-guided dual-wheeled vehicle.

The sudden silence of the two children was clearly unusual and easily drew the attention of Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.

"What's wrong?" Qianqian, who was surrounded by the two, broke the silence.

"Oh, nothing, I just saw two super beautiful older sisters!" Qian Shui said, adding that he had never put his acting skills into such a way since he became an adult. Wasn't this more challenging than Xue Qinghe?

Sure enough, his words brought Ning Rongrong, who had been frowning, back to her senses. She took the room key, pulled Zhu Zhuqing along, and turned to walk towards the stairs.

"Phew, that scared me to death! I thought I was doomed to die this time because of Aunt Rongrong and Aunt Zhuqing!" Qian Qingyu was very familiar with the two of them and recognized them immediately. The child's instinct to fear his elders immediately frightened him.

With a snap, Qian Shui covered her eyes with her hands, unable to bear looking at it.

This time, Qian Shui really wanted to run away. You even whispered your complaints, trying to cover them up. Did you really think people couldn't hear you? It's also his fault; he didn't think to cover it up in time.

As expected, the moment Qian Qingyu finished speaking, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stopped in their tracks, exchanged a glance, and then turned to look at Qian Qingyu again.

Ning Rongrong's eyes shone with an extremely bright light. After all, this auntie was not someone anyone could just call, let alone someone who knew both Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing's child.

"Hong'er! Is that you?! How did you escape from the Spirit Hall?!"

Chapter 307 Ning Rongrong Wants Qian Qingyu to Become Empress

Soto City is located within the Barak Kingdom and is not threatened by any external forces, especially now that the Douluo Continent is a continuous expanse with borders.

The city looks almost exactly the same as when Qian Shui came here. The city gates are open 24/7, or rather, the city walls of Soto have become decorative structures.

Besides being a group of two girls with three children, they are also incredibly good-looking.

Ning Rongrong, who was holding Qian Qingyu, was naturally unwilling to let him go, and as for Qian Shui, he himself was afraid of being discovered.

If the timing is wrong and he gets caught on the spot, that would be suicide, especially in front of his own son. Of course, he wouldn't care and would be eager to slip away on the spot.

Fortunately, Qian Qingyu is indeed his biological daughter; otherwise, given someone's moral character, they might actually have done such a thing.

Although he did have two identities thanks to Qian Qingyu's excellent biological parents, and he was indeed Xue Hong, this was a big deal, and even he knew he couldn't let it slip, so of course he denied it.

"Oh dear! We haven't eaten all day, it's time to eat! Sister, please stop asking!" Qian Qingyu struggled to break free from Ning Rongrong's grip on her shoulder.

Qian Shui confidently commented that Ning Rongrong hadn't wasted her time over the years. At the age of 20, her soul power level had already reached the level of a Soul Saint at level 76, not to mention her physical fitness was definitely stronger than that of Qian Qingyu, an eight-year-old child.

Although they mostly eat seafood.

But if this kid runs away, why did he take us with him? Is that something we can just say?

But when it comes to Soto City, it has to be Ning Rongrong. "Eating? Sure! Let's go~ I'll take Hong'er to eat?"

"what?"

She came here as a genuine tourist, and she has a very vivid memory of which restaurants are the best.

The scariest thing is that this kid's expression has completely betrayed him; he's already decided on you.

The three children couldn't run away and were dragged to a roadside stall where they willingly sat down.

Qianqian: But why did I come along?

Qian Shui: If you don't come, I'll be exposed! Be good, or Xiao Xue will definitely punish you when she wakes up! Eat yours!

Qianqian: Huh~

The group sat around a square table, with Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing flanking Qian Qingyu on either side.

He took out a photo from his spatial soul tool; it was a picture of Ning Rongrong and Qian Qingyu together. "Is this photo of you?"

"No!" Qingyu denied immediately without even looking.

"Isn't that right?" Ning Rongrong, the witch, narrowed her eyes. She could see very clearly that the photo hadn't even reached Qian Qingyu's eyes.

So Ning Rongrong forcibly moved the photo in front of Qian Qingyu's lowered head, so that he could see it clearly.

The young man glanced at her casually before looking away, but his gaze happened to fall on Zhu Zhuqing's impressive figure. He became even more anxious, "No! I didn't look like this when I was a child!"

Ning Rongrong slammed the photo on the table, looking angry. "This is you!"

Completely at a loss, Qian Qingyu huddled up in a ball, pointing at the photo and saying tremblingly, "You're saying he's me?"

At this moment, he realized that this was a photo taken when he was three years old, taken with Ning Rongrong holding him in the Crown Prince's residence. Back then, his father and mother always changed their appearances, and Ning Rongrong looked especially like him, so it was not easy for him to tell them apart.

Ning Rongrong was even more certain, and Qian Qingyu's demeanor was absolutely genuine. "Yes!"

Looking into Aunt Rongrong's affectionate gaze, Qian Qingyu couldn't take it anymore. "Ahhh! Okay! I admit it!"

Then he jumped up, moved away from the two mature women, and ran behind Qian Shui.

"Hong'er, is it really you?!" Now that Qian Qingyu had admitted it, Ning Rongrong's emotions could no longer be contained and surged forth.

Regardless of whether Xue Qinghe and Ning Huahua are truly dead or not, at least on the surface they are. And this child most likely knows about her parents' deaths. Overwhelmed with empathy, Ning Rongrong's tears fell.

"Hong'er! You've suffered so much these past years!" Ning Rongrong rushed forward again and hugged her eldest nephew tightly, bursting into tears.

But how could Qian Qingyu understand this? He could only feel that he was about to suffocate, and what was even more terrifying was that something in his body began to take effect.

At this moment, Qian Shui was sweating profusely. This kid could tell the truth about anything. If Ning Rongrong questioned him carefully, wouldn't he expose everything?

"Aunt Rongrong, let me go! It's going to explode if you don't let me go!" Finally, Qian Qingyu, who had poked her head out, shouted at the top of her lungs.

...

After her explanation, the light in Qian Qingyu's eyes completely disappeared.

"No, there really is such a thing?!" Ning Rongrong, who had already wiped away her tears, was already covering her mouth and chuckling, while Zhu Zhuqing's face turned red.

"The cinnabar mark..." Qian Shui murmured to herself, having almost forgotten about it.

Back when Qian Qingyu was a child, he would say he wanted to marry every girl he met. This was to prevent him from becoming a playboy in the future, and also to prevent him from prematurely losing his virginity, thus giving himself a warning.

After all, it's common knowledge that virgins are very skilled at martial arts, a fact confirmed by Qian Shui.

The function of the cinnabar mark he applied was quite simple: unless there was mutual affection, Qian Qingyu would only be safe from being near women with direct blood serum; otherwise, she would experience the pain of the world.

This also serves as a preventative measure against "bad girls," essentially a physical test. As confirmed by her own father, this is the result of his and Qian Renxue's painstaking research—guaranteed to be effective!

"Ahem, Hong'er, this is for your own good. With your handsome looks, you're sure to find a sweet girl who likes you!" Helpless, Ning Rongrong could only pat Qian Qingyu's head to comfort him.

“Hong’er, now that you’re out, that’s good. Come back to Tiandou City with me. The war of unification is nearing its end, and you, the heir to the imperial throne, can return.”

In the eyes of the world, or rather, in the eyes of those who only partially know the situation, such as Ning Fengzhi and Ning Rongrong, what they saw was Xue Qinghe making a big fuss because his son was detained by the Spirit Hall.

Even this war of unification was fought for Xue Hong, because only in this way could Xue Qinghe, who had unparalleled merit in unification, disregard everyone's opinions. As long as Xue Hong returned, he could act on his word based on his unparalleled merit.

At that time, let alone establishing a crown prince, even the Spirit Hall would have to be hesitant to act against a vast empire that would unify the continent.

At least that's what Ning Rongrong thought.

No matter what Xue Beng, Xue Luochuan, or Xue Haicang want to do in Tiandou City, she will ultimately let Xue Hong sit on the throne of the empire.

Whether it stemmed from personal feelings or from the interests of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Admittedly, Ning Rongrong was also well aware that the imperial system was already teetering on the brink of collapse in the face of the tide of the times, and that there was no need for an emperor.