Douluo Continent: The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? A Soul Beast Pagoda!

Chapter 58 Knowing the Truth

Martial Soul City, the backyard of the Offering Hall.

Martial arts training ground.

The arena is paved with the hardest granite, and after countless battles and soul skill impacts, the surface is covered with scratches and scorch marks of varying depths.

At this moment, in the center of the martial arts arena, two figures, one old and one young, are engaged in fierce combat.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Divine Sword!"

A cool, clear female voice rang out, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Qian Renxue, dressed in a white and gold fitted battle dress, gripped a golden greatsword tightly in both hands and slashed fiercely at the old man opposite her!

Faced with this incredibly powerful attack, the old man on the other side simply raised his right hand calmly.

He was an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a magnificent robe embroidered with gold and silver, with a dignified face and deep, ancient eyes.

The moment Qian Renxue launched his attack, his body shone with golden light, and fine golden scales quickly covered his entire body. His hands transformed into sharp crocodile claws, and a huge long tail covered with scales and spikes stretched out from his back!

Golden Crocodile King!

A level 98 Super Douluo, the Second Elder of the Hall of Offerings, Golden Crocodile Douluo!

"Fourth Soul Skill: Tear Crocodile Claws."

The golden crocodile's voice was as steady as a bell. He casually swung his right claw, and five golden claw rays met the sacred sword.

"boom-!!!"

A deafening roar, like the clash of metal, erupted! A blinding burst of light erupted from the point where the golden greatsword collided with the crocodile claw!

Qian Renxue grunted and took several steps back before regaining her balance.

Her hands, gripping the sword, felt slightly numb, and a stinging sensation came from the base of her thumbs. But there was no sign of retreat in her eyes; instead, an even more intense fighting spirit ignited within them.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Angel's Roar!"

An invisible mental shock erupted from her and swept towards the golden crocodile!

But Jin E only frowned slightly, and a golden light flashed in his eyes. The mental impact that was enough to affect a Soul Saint level Soul Master was like a gentle breeze in front of him, and he couldn't even take a step back.

The level difference is too great. The spiritual power of a level 98 Super Douluo has long been condensed into a diamond-like form; how could a mere six-ring Soul Emperor possibly shake it?

However, Qian Renxue did not give up. Gritting her teeth, she raised the sacred sword again and, like a tireless warrior, launched another fierce and relentless attack!

Chop, slash, thrust, and parry—the simplest sword techniques, yet they unleash astonishing power in her hands.

Each swing of the sword was infused with all his soul power and will, and the golden sword light crisscrossed across the training ground.

The golden crocodile did not retaliate, but calmly dodged or parried.

His movements seemed casual, but every move precisely avoided the strongest point of the sword's edge, and every parry perfectly dissipated most of the force.

Occasionally, he would offer some pointers.

Qian Renxue remained silent, simply adjusting her attack.

Her gaze was terrifyingly focused, as if the entire world consisted only of her opponent and the sole goal of "becoming stronger."

An hour later.

On the training ground, Qian Renxue finally stopped her attack and gasped for breath.

Sweat soaked her battle skirt and hair, dripping down her cheeks. Her arms trembled slightly; her soul power was nearly exhausted.

"Alright, Xue'er, that's enough training for today."

The Golden Crocodile withdrew its Martial Soul Possession state and reverted to its former majestic and noble form.

He looked at Qian Renxue's tired but stubborn appearance, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

"Thank you, Grandpa Golden Crocodile." Qian Renxue sheathed her sacred sword and bowed to Golden Crocodile. Her voice was a little hoarse, but her manners remained impeccable.

"Hey, it's nothing." Jin E waved his hand casually, but his gaze never left Qian Renxue.

This child—the killing intent emanating from the Angelic Martial Soul is growing stronger.

Every training session felt like a desperate struggle, every sword strike a resolute act of fighting to the death. The light in her eyes was no longer the pure yearning for power it once held, but a cold flame mixed with too much hatred, pain, and obsession.

Golden Crocodile sighed silently to himself.

He knew how devastating Jiang Bai's death had been for Qian Renxue.

She threw herself into cultivation and divine trials, as if only by constantly becoming stronger could she fill the huge void in her heart.

Revenge — Jin E understands Qian Renxue's desire to avenge Jiang Bai.

But seeing her so immersed in hatred and power, frantically cultivating by burning herself out, he was truly worried.

This path is too dangerous. A slight misstep could lead to demonic possession or even being corrupted by the negative emotions of the angelic test.

Jin E walked down from the training ground and came to Qian Renxue, who was sitting on a stone bench by the side of the field drinking water.

He was about to say something to offer advice when Qian Renxue spoke first.

Her voice was calm, so calm it was unsettling.

"Grandpa Golden Crocodile, could you tell me—about Bibi Dong's past?"

Golden Crocodile was taken aback upon hearing this.

He subconsciously looked up towards the direction of the main hall of the offering hall.

Qian Daoliu had instructed her not to let Qian Renxue know too many details about this matter. After all, those past events were too unbearable, and the more she knew, the greater the harm it might cause her.

But looking at Qian Renxue's purple eyes, which were quietly watching him, there was no pleading, no impulsiveness, only a kind of almost cruel calmness.

Jin'e knew that the child had made up her mind. Even if he didn't say anything, she would investigate on her own, in her own way, in a more dangerous way.

That's it.

Jin E made a tough decision. Since he couldn't hide it any longer, he might as well tell the story himself; at least he could keep things under control.

He spoke slowly, his voice deep and weathered.

"Bibi Dong—was originally an orphan. Because of her extraordinary talent, your grandfather took her back to Wuhun City to be raised. She was only six years old then, thin and small—"

The golden crocodile was lost in memories.

"Later, your father, Qian Xunji, took her as his disciple and made her the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall. You weren't born yet at that time. Your grandfather doted on her like his own granddaughter, and your father groomed her to be the next Pope. In Spirit City, she enjoyed princess-like treatment; she was showered with love and affection."

Qian Renxue listened quietly, but her fingers unconsciously tightened around the water pouch, her knuckles turning white.

An orphan? Pampered by her grandfather and father? Treated like a princess?

On what grounds————

Qian Renxue felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing her heart, the pain almost suffocating her. But her face remained expressionless, only her eyes grew colder.

Jin E didn't notice Qian Renxue's unusual behavior and continued speaking.

"Later—Bibi Dong met a man named Yu Xiaogang. She also—fell in love with him."

At this point, Jin E's voice suddenly turned cold, filled with undisguised disgust and contempt.

Qian Renxue keenly noticed his change in mood: "Who is Yu Xiaogang?"

"A piece of trash! Utterly worthless trash!" Golden Crocodile gritted his teeth, as if mentioning the name was an insult to his mouth.

"He was an outcast of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family. Because his martial soul mutation failed, he was never able to break through level 30 in his lifetime."

Yet, this very person calls himself a theoretical master, spending his days researching crooked and heretical methods, and going around swindling people!

He took a deep breath to calm himself down: "Your father, Qian Xunji, naturally couldn't tolerate his carefully groomed successor being lured away by such a good-for-nothing. What's more, that good-for-nothing was the child of an enemy family. So—he took the most extreme measure, forcibly separating the two of them."

Jin E paused, looked at Qian Renxue, and a hint of reluctance flashed in his eyes.

"Then—it was your father—who—compared to Bibidon—"

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