Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

A gentle voice rang out.

Dugu Bo turned his head sharply and found that less than three feet away from him, there was a man wearing a silver mask and a gray robe standing there. There was no fluctuation of soul power or release of martial soul. The man seemed to have grown there out of thin air and blended perfectly into the night.

"Senior...Senior!?" Dugu Bo's eyes widened in shock, and he almost fell off the tree. He quickly steadied himself and respectfully knelt down on one knee.

"Welcome to your advanced cultivation, senior!"

"Just a slight breakthrough." Qian Xunji casually waved his hand, a gentle force lifting Dugu Bo up, and asked directly,

"How is the mistress doing while I've been in seclusion these past few years?"

Upon hearing the mention of Qian San, an undisguised admiration immediately appeared in Dugu Bo's eyes, and he reported to his superior with a tone full of respect:

"Senior, your son is simply a born Soul Master! He's already at level thirty-six, and his combat intelligence and methods are unlike anything I've ever seen in my life."

Level 36. Qian Xunji nodded slightly. Not bad.

"Were the second and third spirit rings hunted along the routes I left behind back then?" Qianxun asked urgently.

"Exactly the same!" Dugu Bo quickly replied.

"For his second spirit ring, I accompanied him to the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest and found a 960-year-old Sky-Shattering Armor Bee. This beast is incredibly fast; its stinger can even pierce through refined iron. After your son absorbed it, the second spirit skill he obtained was quite impressive."

A hint of admiration flashed in Dugu Bo's eyes:

"This soul skill is not a direct attack, but a high-frequency amplification. As long as he activates the second soul skill, whether it is his fists and feet, the metal weapons he conjures, or his endless and tricky hidden weapons, the surface will be covered with a layer of high-frequency vibration armor-piercing attribute. It can directly ignore 50% of the opponent's physical defense!"

"Senior, you didn't see it. That kid used a tiny iron nail, along with its armor-piercing properties, to pierce through the shell of an 800-year-old iron tortoise."

Qian Xunji's lips curled up slightly beneath the mask, ignoring the high-frequency vibrations that reduced physical defense by fifty percent. This combination, along with the Tang Clan's hidden weapons, was quite effective.

"What about the third spirit ring?" Qian Xunji continued to ask.

"For the third spirit ring, we followed your guidance again, going to the Falling Moon Forest and finding a 3,700-year-old Xuan Magnetic Meteorite Beast." Dugu Bo recalled that hunt, his tone becoming even more impassioned.

"This is a soul beast that feeds on magnetite and metal ore veins. After absorbing this soul ring, Young Master's abilities underwent a qualitative change!"

Dugu Bo gestured wildly, indicating the famous:

"His third soul skill has completely broken free from the limitation of having to use his own soul power to condense liquid metal out of thin air. Now, as long as it is within the range of his mental power, any non-living metal will become his weapon!"

He doesn't need to touch them; he can manipulate and reshape them remotely at will. Swords, iron filings, even weapons in the hands of enemies—as long as his mental strength is sufficient, he can instantly seize control and transform them into a metal storm to annihilate his opponents!

In conclusion, Dugu Bo exclaimed sincerely, "Senior, your son's three soul skills are intricately linked: the first creates objects, the second pierces armor, and the third manipulates objects. With his current combat ability, an ordinary level 50 Soul King would likely not even know how he died if he managed to create distance."

After listening to Dugu Bo's report, Qian Xunji was very satisfied.

Everything is proceeding according to the perfect track he laid out. Now, Senzo is a true master of metal and the art of killing.

"Well done, old poisoner. I'll go see my son first. You go back now and take your granddaughter to the herb garden. I'll be there shortly." Qian Xunji's figure flashed and disappeared from the treetop, leaving Dugu Bo alone to bow deeply to the night sky.

Notting College, outside the dormitory

The room was dimly lit, with only the faint moonlight filtering in through the window barely illuminating a few beds. Qian Xunji's gaze landed precisely on Qian San's position.

To his satisfaction, Qian San and Xiao Qing were not sticking together like in the original story. Instead, they each occupied two beds diagonally opposite each other in the dormitory. Qian San was sitting cross-legged on his bed, his body flowing with the long and pure Xuan Tian Gong. In the secluded and quiet corner diagonally opposite, Xiao Qing was also meditating with her eyes closed. Her long black hair cascaded down her thin shoulders like a waterfall, and her aura was cold and lonely.

Qian Xunji's lips curled slightly upwards, and her lips moved slightly.

"Mistress, come out here."

Qian San, who was immersed in the circulation of the Xuan Tian Gong, trembled all over. His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a purple light flashed in the depths of his eyes. He would never mistake that extremely familiar, warm voice that haunted his dreams, even in his dreams!

Father is here!

Qian San's heart began to pound wildly, but he was not overwhelmed by the huge surprise. He took a deep breath, suppressed the surging soul power in his body, and lightly touched the edge of the bed with his toes. Like a weightless leaf, he used the Tang Sect's ultimate technique, Ghost Shadow Tracking, without making a sound. He nimbly flipped out of the half-open window and headed straight for the grove of trees behind the mountain.

However, just as Qian San climbed out of the window, Xiao Qing in the corner slowly opened her eyes.

As a soul beast transformed from a 100,000-year-old Azure Bull Python, her perception far surpasses that of human soul masters of the same level. Qian San's momentary disturbance of aura due to excitement did not escape her perception.

Why would Qian San experience such a violent emotional fluctuation in the middle of the night? Who is he going to see?

Without any hesitation, Xiaoqing quietly got out of bed, concealed her aura, and followed Qian San at a distance, like a blue wave melting into the night, heading towards the back mountain.

Deep in the woods behind the mountain, moonlight filters through the lush foliage, casting dappled patterns of light on the ground.

Qian Xunji stood quietly under an ancient tree, his silver half-face mask gleaming with a cold, hard luster in the moonlight, yet the aura emanating from him was incomparably peaceful and warm.

"dad!"

As soon as Qian San landed, he could no longer contain his excitement. He rushed forward, his knees buckling as he was about to kneel down.

With quick reflexes, Qian Xun grabbed her son's arm and lifted him up steadily, then gently rubbed his head, which had grown much taller than it had five years ago.

"You've grown taller and stronger." Qian Xunji carefully examined the boy in front of him, feeling the soul power within him, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Dad, you're finally back!" Qian San's eyes reddened slightly. In this world, no matter how mature and composed he appeared, in front of his father, he was always the child who longed for the warmth of family.