Chapter 103: If Uncle can go, so can I!

Yu Tianheng couldn't help but be delighted and hurriedly asked, "Which family is that Tianlin sister actually from?"

The Blue Electric Tyrannosaur Sect is a clan linked by bloodline; they rank by generation rather than age. For example, Yu Tiansi is a dozen years older than Yu Tianxin and Yu Tianheng, but his parents are of the same generation, so he is the eldest brother among those with the "Tian" generation name.

Dragons are inherently lecherous, and the men of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaur Sect are each more abstract than the last. Yu Tiansi's father was only in his teens when he fathered him, so Yu Tiansi is much older than many of the "Tian" generation children. Though now in his twenties, he still, like Yu Tianxin, calls Yu Luomian "great‑uncle" and Liu Erlong "aunt."

Thus, in the Blue Electric Tyrannosaur Sect, it is common to see people in their thirties calling a few‑year‑old child "uncle" or "aunt"; such behavior is routine in the Blue Electric Tyrannosaur, and younger children calling older girls "sister" is seen everywhere.

When collateral relatives meet direct‑line disciples, they must address them as "senior brother" regardless of age; the hierarchy is extremely strict. Since Liu Tianlin has not yet been formally recognized, Yu Tianheng naturally calls her "younger sister."

Yu Jingcheng's face turned sour, and he snorted coldly, "Besides your great‑uncle Yu Luomian, who else could there be? That reckless, irresponsible aunt Liu Erlong! Her surname is Liu, her martial soul is a mutated martial soul, only slightly inferior to the Blue Electric Tyrannosaur, having lost the most ferocious thunder and lightning power."

In fact, Liu Erlong's martial soul is not inferior to the Blue Electric Tyrannosaur; its attribute has become fire, a horizontal mutation. However, the Blue Electric Tyrannosaur lineage has studied thunder power for generations and is helpless against flame.

Without a family lineage, the elders think Liu Erlong's future achievements will not be great, and her fire dragon martial soul is not a super martial soul that surpasses the Blue Electric Tyrannosaur; the Blue Electric Tyrannosaur family naturally disregards her.

The Blue Electric Tyrannosaur Sect has always been proud, looking down on all dragon‑type martial souls besides the Blue Electric Tyrannosaur, and therefore has no intention of keeping a fire dragon martial soul in the clan; it even forbids Liu Erlong from being formally recognized, fearing she would contaminate the clan's pure thunder bloodline.

What the elders did not anticipate was that Liu Erlong actually got together with her cousin Yu Xiaogang, that half‑level innate waste, and the two even performed a marriage ceremony. Fortunately Yu Luomian intervened in time; otherwise the Blue Electric Tyrannosaur Sect would have become a laughingstock.

Yu Jingcheng worried, "I just don't know whether Tianlin is the second head's daughter or that waste's child."

But he quickly shook his head, "Impossible; how could a half‑level innate waste have such an outstanding child?"

Yu Tianheng asked curiously, "Our aunt? Liu Erlong? Who is she? I don't think I've ever seen her in the sect."

The scandal of Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong is so ridiculous that only a few senior members know; Yu Luomian has never publicized it, so Yu Tianheng and his fellow younger generation naturally don't know her.

Yu Jingcheng paused, then said, "Liu Erlong is Yu Luomian's illegitimate daughter, also your aunt; her martial soul is a mutated fire dragon."

Yu Xiaogang's scandal must never happen again; he must drug these three most talented juniors, and anyone who dares to have thoughts about Tianlin he will break their third leg! He has already sensed the seed of trouble in their eyes and must extinguish them! Yu Tianxin also asked, "Why has that aunt never returned to the sect? And why does Uncle Jingcheng scold the aunt?"

A domineering Blue Electric Tyrannosaur illusion floated behind Yu Jingcheng, electric serpents crackling, six optimal‑configuration spirit rings appearing on his body, as he stared coldly at the three before him.

"Because Yu Luomian refuses to take responsibility, he's a useless softie! And your aunt, she hangs out with your worthless uncle Yu Xiaogang! They're incest!"

"The matters I speak of today must not be spread by any of you! Listen carefully: regardless of whether Liu Tianlin is Yu Luomian's daughter or Liu Erlong's daughter."

"If any of you dare entertain ill thoughts toward her, don't blame Uncle for breaking your dog‑leg! Understood?"

The three were startled into a cold sweat; Yu Tianheng felt uneasy, recalling that Yu Xiaogang left the sect only two years ago and had always treated him very well during that time.

He clearly remembered that Yu Xiaogang often held him and played, and his father, as the legitimate eldest son, studied managing family affairs and cultivation with his grandfather daily.

Before age five, the companion who spent most time with him was Yu Xiaogang, the uncle the clan called a waste; one could even say that during his early years, Yu Tianheng regarded Yu Xiaogang as a father. He never imagined his uncle would walk with his aunt, and then he wondered, "Does that make me and Tianlin…"

"If Uncle can go, I can go too!"

But outwardly he did not oppose, only bowed his head and said he dared not.

"Wangshu, Yi Zhou, you two go to Martial Soul City to inquire about Tianlin's whereabouts; if you find her, protect her safety. As for the three of you returning with me to the sect, I will report Tianlin's matter to the sect leader."

"Yes!"×5…

Martial Soul City, beside a street, inside a second‑floor private room of a restaurant.

The Offering Hall's small group was in this room.

Qian Renxue was held in the arms of a statuesque girl with short golden hair; this girl was the acknowledged leader of the Offering Hall's small group, the Golden Crocodile Douluo's most beloved granddaughter—Tianyue.

Her neat, shoulder‑length bob highlighted her heroic features; her nose was straight, lips rosy, and the lines of her cheeks gentle.

Tianyue favored simple yet elegant attire; a form‑fitting robe outlined her perfect figure, embroidered with golden thread, revealing her noble status and the prestige of her martial soul—the Golden Crocodile King.

Tianyue sat behind Qian Renxue, her chin rubbing against Qian Renxue's crown, her hands encircling Qian Renxue's slender waist, mischievously rubbing.

"Whimper— Xiao Xue, I miss you so much. Why didn't you come looking for me when you returned? If Ling Kuang hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known."

Qian Renxue, busy eating dry food, forced herself to endure the discomfort of someone behind her, and replied with a stuffed mouth, "Ah, aren't you the stinky old man who locked us up? No chance to go out. Tianyue, why did you cut your hair again? Long hair looks so pretty."

Qian Renxue felt somewhat dissatisfied inside, wondering if she was a long‑hair fan.

Tianyue, satisfied, inhaled Qian Renxue's scent, "Sister, you smell so good."

"Having long hair during Douhun is too troublesome; I'm a close‑combat beast Soul Master, I refuse to leave a weak point."

"And you, you stinky brat, didn't you just come back? How did you get to know Ning Yuan of the Seven Treasure Glass Sect? You look so familiar—spit it out! Give this miss an honest account; when he left just now, *tsk tsk*, his eyes were practically pulling threads."

Sitting by the window, originally holding a teacup, Qian Gu Fenghua calmly watched the bustling crowd below, his movements frozen, his expression unchanged as he waited for Qian Renxue's answer.

Tuoba Chen scoffed, his tone sarcastic, "Heh, need to ask? Isn't this Miss Qian Renxue's annual designated task? Ah, no, not Qian Renxue—now she should be called the renowned Liu Tianlin! She's also a Purple Lightning Holy Light Kirin Soul Master!"

"Ah? Purple Lightning Holy Light Kirin? Aren't you a Six‑Winged Angel Soul Master?" Tianyue asked in surprise.

Ling Kuang stopped eating dry food, reached back and slapped Tuoba Chen on the back of his head; he could not stand Tuoba Chen's sarcastic demeanor.

"Ouch, why did you—she deliberately deceived people and wouldn't let me say…"

Qian Gu Fenghua drained the tea in his cup in one gulp and said calmly:

"Xue'er's martial soul is indeed strange; today on the arena, even I didn't think the Purple Lightning Holy Light Kirin martial soul was fake."

He left the team at that time, standing at a distance to watch the entire process of Qian Renxue's martial soul possession before departing.

Jun Wuhen's martial soul is indeed the Holy Light Kirin; it seems Xue'er attended the Martial Soul Academy aiming for Jun Wuhen, is that your gain? Rui En hesitated, then asked, "Xue'er, are you a dual‑martial soul?"

Seeing everyone's gaze turn to her, Qian Renxue swallowed the salted fish in her mouth and said:

"That's all fake. I have no Kirin martial soul; you all know my identity—it's just the effect of a soul bone. I only have the Eight‑Winged Angel martial soul."

The others nodded knowingly; soul bone—no wonder. Everyone present is a family's pride, each possessing a soul bone older than fifty thousand years.

Wait… Eight‑Winged Angel? Tianyue grabbed Qian Renxue's hands reaching for the food.

"What do you mean by Eight‑Winged Angel! Explain! Has your martial soul evolved?"

Qian Renxue nodded, "Yes, it truly evolved."

Tuoba Chen opened his mouth wide, "No, are you even human? This is too perverse! The Six‑Winged Angel is already a god‑level martial soul that surpasses us all, and you've added an evolution—do you even let people live?"

"Haven't your martial souls undergone metamorphosis? The several grandfathers should have each given you a celestial herb; Elder Ju is taking care of them, though I'm not clear on the exact distribution."

Ling Kuang suddenly shouted, "You mean the old man at home bragged about a heavenly herb that can evolve martial souls? That thing can actually evolve a martial soul! Damn, that old fool even swindles his grandson! Why did he suddenly give me a six‑ten‑thousand‑year soul bone in exchange for a broken herb! I was moved for so long."

He bit into the yak meat with a pained heart, turning sorrow into appetite—damn, how heartbreaking.

A spark of brilliance flashed in Qian Gu Fenghua's eyes; it was the celestial herb after all. He would absorb it upon returning. The Demon‑Subduing Douluo had given him the herb, and at first he hadn't taken it seriously; after all, having spent long with Qian Renxue and hearing strange tales, he held very high standards for his foundation and refused to use shortcuts.

No matter how the Demon‑Subduing Douluo and the other urged him, he refused to eat, but now it seemed not a shortcut but a treasure of heaven and earth! He'll flaunt it when he gets back. Qian Gu Fenghua nodded, "My family does have one, I just haven't eaten it yet."

Tian Yue exclaimed in surprise, "It turns out that immortal herb not only raises soul power level, but can also cause martial soul to evolve?"

Ryan also chimed in, "If that's the case, it's no wonder—I broke through to the second ring two years ago thanks to that immortal herb; it truly boosts aptitude. My innate soul power was only rank five, but after consuming it, my talent now matches Chen Ge and Ling Ge's."

Tuoba Chen's eyes were clear, his face bewildered: "What immortal herb? You all have it, but what about me? I know nothing—Grandpa didn't even mention it! Where's my share?"

Everyone's gaze instantly shifted to the sole clown, filled with pity.

Qian Renxue couldn't hold back her laughter: "Your father Tuoba Xi isn't stuck at rank eighty-eight Soul Douluo, unable to move? Perhaps it was saved for him to consume when breaking through to rank eighty-nine Title Douluo, so naturally there's none for you—the birth of the next Holy Dragon Douluo matters more."

Tuoba Chen slammed his head onto the table in frustration, "Damn! This is too much bullying! I don't even have compensation for a single soul bone!"

Ling Kuang raised an eyebrow and said, "Who are you trying to fool, kid? Last time we fought martial souls, you even used your left arm bone, and now you're putting on this act."

Tuoba Chen angrily punched him, "That's the soul bone my mother gave me—what does it have to do with compensation for the immortal herb? I didn't just pick it up, did I? My father truly knows nothing about yielding."

Everyone burst out laughing; Qian Renxue took a bite of crab meat and then said, "You little brat, turning the world upside down—watch out, I'll go complain to your grandfather about you."

"Oh dear, Master Tianlin, please spare this lowly one!" Tuoba Chen hurriedly begged for mercy.

But not long after, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved Tuoba Chen felt, and he sprang up again: "No way! When I go back, I'll demand soul bone compensation from my father—taking my son's things and not giving me any? I'll go sue my mother; Ling Kuang has one, so why shouldn't I?"

After finishing their meal, everyone went home; Tuoba Chen couldn't wait to go back and demand his soul bone—with a second soul bone he'd surely be able to thrash Ling Kuang!

The others wanted to accompany Qian Renxue back to the Offering Hall, since they also had lodgings at its foot, but she refused.

She hadn't even hauled in her catch yet—how could she rush home? She sent Tian Yue and the others away, telling them to leave first.

As Tian Yue was leaving, she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Liu Tianlin! We must have a martial soul duel later! I've never even seen your martial soul yet! When you return, I'll let you witness my Golden Crocodile King!"

Qian Renxue waved her back to Tian Yue, "Mm, I'll return after I finish my business."

Qian Feng Hua gazed deeply at Qian Renxue's retreating figure, a fierce sense of unwillingness sweeping over him once more. After two years apart, he now felt even farther from Xue'er; her divine martial soul had evolved again—eight-winged angel… Could he truly catch up to her steps? Ling Kuang clapped Qian Feng Hua on the shoulder, comforting his good brother; only Qian Feng Hua and Tian Yue have the qualifications to chase after a monster like Qian Renxue.

Yet his heart was equally unwilling; if back then he had been like Tian Yue and Qian Feng Hua—unafraid, trusting Qian Renxue's promise to them—he would have stepped forward to absorb that thousand-year soul beast she specially chose for him as his second soul ring, using it as a foundation to approach her.

Could he now also be a stunning monster prodigy, capable of crossing realms to defeat opponents like Qian Feng Hua and Tian Yue?

Ryan's innate soul power rank was too low to qualify for Qian Renxue's experiment; he and Tuoba Chen originally had eligibility, but fear cost them the chance. He sensed that Snow trusted Ryan, Tian Yue, and Qian Feng Hua more than she trusted him and Tuoba Chen.

Exactly, among them, the person Qian Renxue trusts most is not Tian Yue or Qian Feng Hua, but Ryan.

Although Ryan previously had little talent, he was willing to unconditionally believe any decision Qian Renxue made; he was the first to volunteer to join the plan, and initially Qian Renxue refused him entry into the experiment out of concern for his safety.

A first-ring innate soul power of rank nine with a thousand-year foundation could be attempted, but an innate rank five's meridian flexibility and physique simply aren't sufficient—one slip and it could be life‑threatening.

After bidding farewell to Tian Yue and the others, Qian Renxue walked alone for a while on the streets of Soul Hunter City.

【"Snow, two people have been following you, their soul power ranks are forty‑nine and fifty‑nine—what should we do, kill them?"】

Jin Huang'er's voice came through, reminding Qian Renxue that someone had arrived.

【"Mm, I got it—I didn't expect them to notice this quickly; it seems the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's intelligence network in Soul Hunter City is still quite effective."】

Qian Renxue's spiritual sense had also detected the two, and she walked calmly along the recently repaired road in Soul Hunter City.

But she forgot how strikingly beautiful she was—when she walked with Tian Yue and the others, no one dared to approach, but now alone she attracted numerous spoiled rich youths eager to try their luck.

"Beautiful lady, all alone……"

"Hmph!"

Just as someone was about to step forward to flirt, a cold snort echoed, as if a dragon's roar rang in his mind; blood poured from the man's mouth and nose, his whole body staggered back a few steps, he hastily wiped the blood from his face and fled—this girl had someone behind her, not to be provoked.

The other spoiled rich youths scattered like frightened birds and fish; in Soul Hunter City, only those with power roam freely, while the clueless have no place—any who offend the wrong sort have seen their clans wiped out, and these young masters know in their hearts exactly who may be offended and who may not.

Finally there will be an illustration—today's is the white robe Qian Renxue wears. Besides, today's chapter is only 4800 words, sorry; I wrestled with the illustration feature for half a feel, feeling like an old man—the writer assistant's functions are buried deep, I spent ages looking for the cover‑change button, and this cover is so ugly I made a new one myself; it's under review now, and later everyone will be able to see it. I haven't used Photoshop in ages and don't know how anymore. Tomorrow I'll post more; today I've been fussing over the cover and illustration, hehe()(End of chapter)