Chapter 104: I Don

Qian Renxue kept a calm expression, was about to continue forward, when two men in blue blocked her path.

On the bustling streets of Martial Soul City, the two stood side by side, their figures slender and upright.

Although these two men were not strikingly handsome, they could still be considered good‑looking.

One had sword‑shaped eyebrows and star‑like eyes, his gaze as deep as the sea; beneath a high nose bridge, thin lips curled slightly, bearing a faint smile.

The other's face was rugged, his eyes bright and spirited, thick brows slightly furrowed, giving an aura of unspoken authority.

Their blue garments fluttered in the wind, and the embroidered Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon pattern added an air of elegance.

Their hair was neatly tied atop their heads, revealing smooth foreheads, giving a crisp, tidy look.

The sunlight gave their skin a healthy wheat‑colored sheen; every casual gesture exuded a proud, domineering aura, drawing the gazes of passersby.

These two were Yu Wangshu and Yu Yizhou, sent by Yu Jingcheng to investigate Qian Renxue's whereabouts.

"Hm? The Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon pattern—what's this? The illustrious third sect of the world can't afford to lose on the arena, now resorting to petty tricks and forceful grabs?"

Qian Renxue set her delicate brows and eyes cold, looking extremely wary.

The sword‑eyebrowed man didn't get angry; instead he smiled and said, "Hey, kid, don't misunderstand us. We have no ill intent at all. Could we find a place to talk?"

His words were very gentle; although he was clearly restraining himself, a terrifying aura of awe still emanated from him—that was the might of a dragon.

Qian Renxue snorted coldly, "Do you think I'm a fool? Going with you to a deserted place would make me a sitting duck. I don't know you, there's nothing to discuss between us. Let me go now, or I'll call the Martial Soul City enforcement squad."

The other rugged‑faced man squinted slightly, nodding inwardly; the kid's vigilance was high—no wonder he was a self‑made genius, not as naive as Tian Heng Tianxin. He then said, "It didn't matter we didn't know each other before; now we do. But since you don't trust us, we'll speak plainly right here."

He pointed to the tables and chairs outside a nearby shop, his demeanor sincere, and led Yu Wangshu forward to the shop's resting area on the side of the road, where a few tables were set for patrons to rest.

Qian Renxue glanced at the curious onlookers watching them, then followed them over and sat opposite the two.

At that moment only the three of them were seated there; many patrons passed by on the street, yet none dared to rest there. The customer who had been sitting nodded at Yu Yizhou, left a blue crystal sphere facing the three, then rose and left.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue sneered, "The Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon truly lives up to being the world's third sect; I didn't expect everyone in Martial Soul City to be yours. Since you claim no ill intent, speak—what do you want from me?"

Yu Wangshu smiled broadly, "I'll get straight to the point. Our purpose in finding you is simple: we want to guide you, Tianlin, back to the sect."

Qian Renxue's expression shifted slightly, as if a secret had been uncovered and she was at a loss, but she quickly composed herself, tilted her head a bit, and said, "Return? What return? I don't understand what you're saying. I'm just an orphan with no parents—how could I be linked to the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon?"

The two exchanged a glance, pleased; indeed she was almost certainly a child, her emotions barely concealed.

Yu Wangshu continued, "Kid, you're young but perceptive, and your temperament is cautious. It's a pity you've never had a renowned master; many basic matters are still unclear to you."

"The ability of dragon‑transformation has historically been unique to the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon; a ordinary soul cultivator could never possess it. If I'm not mistaken, your real name isn't Liu Tianlin but Yu Tianlin, right? You're also not the nameless commoner you claimed on the arena. You're a child of our Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Sect, and your martial soul is a mutated martial soul of the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon."

Yu Yizhou's rugged expression softened, and his eyes held a hint of pity as he said, "I don't know which family you belong to, but the dragon‑transformation you used on the arena is solid proof. Tianlin, even if you refuse to admit it, the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon bloodline flows in your veins."

Seeing Qian Renxue remain silent, Yu Yizhou continued:

"First, let me introduce ourselves. My name is Yu Yizhou, and this is Yu Wangshu. You may call us senior clan brothers. We're not young, but our seniority isn't high. Tianlin, our situations are actually the same as yours. Wangshu and I were originally side‑branch disciples, not direct ones, but when our martial souls awakened we possessed the purest Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon, which earned us a special entry into the clan record, a change of surname to Yu, and made us direct disciples."

"Moreover, you might not be side‑branch at all; if you truly are a descendant of the second‑in‑command, you'd be a bona‑fide direct disciple. Though the term 'illegitimate daughter' sounds bad, with the sect master present and your talent, no one would dare gossip about you."

"As long as you, Tianlin, are willing to return to the sect, we guarantee the treatment and resources you receive will not be inferior to Yu Tianheng's, indeed far surpass them! You've been on your own since childhood, so you understand the importance of backing and resources."

Qian Renxue's eyes flickered; although she indeed wanted to trap the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon, she couldn't be swayed outright by the two little Karami and taken away. The easier something is obtained, the less it's valued, so she needed to stage another act—she had to have Yu Yuanzhen, that old dragon, appear personally to endorse her and take her to the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Sect.

Qian Renxue had been pampered since childhood, and she had just emerged from the City of Slaughter. If she went to the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Sect and anyone dared to mock her as an illegitimate daughter, she would truly kill on a whim. After all, everyone in the Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon Sect are enemies; deceiving them for inheritance doesn't mean she'll tolerate being labeled an illegitimate daughter.

"Ha, you make a point, but I refuse."

Yu Wangshu's smile froze instantly. "That shouldn't be—returning to the sect is beneficial and harmless to Tianlin. How could she refuse?" He hurriedly asked,

"Why is that, Tianlin? Don't you want to know who your biological parents are? Don't you want to return to your true home and feel family? We are all your kin! Moreover, without sect support you're merely wasting your talent! Don't you want to become the youngest title Douluo on the continent?"

Qian Renxue muttered inwardly, "My family is in the Offering Hall; saying that would scare you to death."

Without much deliberation, Qian Renxue shook her head resolutely and said coldly,

"Family? I have no family. I don't need such a ridiculous thing. Since I was discarded, it shows they never cared about me, and you're the same—what a damn clan brother, you only covet my martial soul."

"Family? When I fought wild dogs for food alone, where were you? When an evil soul cultivator captured me, where were you?"

"Sect? Ha…"

"Without a sect, I remain the unprecedented thousand‑year First Ring! Unprotected by a sect, I'm still the top talent on this Douluo Continent! In the future I'll be the strongest title Douluo!"

Seeing the two at a loss for words, Qian Renxue steadied her agitation, then stood and said, "It's not I who need a sect! It's you who need me!"

Yu Yizhou, without pausing to consider the evil soul cultivator Qian Renxue mentioned, hurriedly rose to block her, "Wait! Tianlin, don't get worked up. We can renegotiate. This matter truly stems from lax sect discipline; the sect master will investigate and give you justice!"

Qian Renxue stared at them coldly, her eyes full of mockery, "What a damn justice! Can it make me stronger? I need tangible benefits, not that useless so‑called justice! If you truly want me to return, have the sect master give me a hundred‑thousand‑year soul bone as compensation—I only care about something I can hold."

"This…" Yu Yizhou and Yu Wangshu exchanged a glance and were both choked; a hundred‑thousand‑year soul bone is a Blood River treasure. They weren't even sure the sect master possessed such a bone—likely he doesn't. The master's ninth soul ring isn't a hundred‑thousand‑year ring either. They took Qian Renxue's words as idle talk, feeling greatly troubled.

Yu Wangshu felt a bit reluctant, but gritted his teeth and said, "Sorry, Tianlin, you must come back with us to the sect. Don't blame your senior brothers; when you awaken in the sect, we'll come to make amends."

He sprang to his feet; his right and left arms instantly underwent dragon‑transformation, covered in blue‑purple scales. His hands turned into claws, also scaled; each bone joint swelled enormously. A faint aura rippled, massive soul power burst forth—yellow‑purple hues—four perfectly matched soul rings coiled around each arm, and Yu Wangshu raised his hand to seize Qian Renxue.

"Hmph! What, getting stronger already?"

Qian Renxue sneered, stepped forward, and unleashed her "Purple Lightning Sacred Light Kirin" martial soul; the elegant purple soul ring coiled around her white kirin claw, releasing a level‑19 soul power surge, which was suppressed by Yu Wangshu's level‑49 soul power.

Yet quickly, a unique oppressive pressure emanated from Qian Renxue; Yu Wangshu felt his Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon martial soul tremble, his entire soul power seemed completely suppressed by this aura, even the four soul rings on his body began to dim.

His own soul power could still be gathered, but only up to about seventy percent, a great reduction in strength.

Yu Wangshu's pupils contracted; it was a martial‑soul suppression! He had always used his Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon to suppress others, never expecting to be crushed in martial‑soul quality today. Qian Renxue raised her hand, her right claw boldly reaching for Yu Wangshu's outstretched blue‑purple dragon claw.

In the process, Qian Renxue's killing aura burst forth without restraint; the powerful aura made the street's tables, chairs, and the blue crystal sphere tremble, and the surrounding pedestrians were shocked, their bodies recoiling in trembling.

The clash of the two claws rang out like steel striking, sparking fire. Yu Wangshu's face changed dramatically, and he stepped back two paces. "What terrifying killing aura! How many have you killed, Tianlin? This power is not inferior to yours! What a joke—I'm a level‑49 top soul sect! Yet an eight‑year‑old child repelled a near‑soul‑king!"

Moreover, he had just launched a surprise attack; the child's reaction speed was astonishingly fast—terrifying. Not only her martial soul, but also her strength and extremely swift reflexes made her physical condition frighteningly excellent. This child truly is a prodigy, a perfect soul cultivator with no physical shortcomings! Qian Renxue, taking advantage of the situation, stepped back five steps, moving away from Yu Yizhou and out of the two's encirclement.

Yu Yizhou's eyes lit up with brilliant combat awareness; as a top beast‑soul master who relies on physical strength in melee, he could naturally discern that Qian Renxue's claw power at first was not inferior to Yu Wangshu's, but she deliberately restrained it to exit their encirclement. In an instant he realized she was using the enemy's force to free herself, preventing a simultaneous counter‑attack. The child was truly cautious.

Yu Wangshu's face showed a hint of embarrassment; being repelled by the child meant the incident would be recorded by the image sphere and shown to the sect master—ruined, a social death.

"Tianlin, be good; the senior brothers will finish soon."

Qian Renxue cursed, "This guy acts like a child trafficker—idiot."

The dense killing aura in the surrounding air instantly coalesced, converging on Yu Wangshu alone, releasing a Killing God Domain.

The colorless killing aura Qian Renxue released transformed again into a white halo, like a bridge linking her and Yu Wangshu; a faint blood‑red tint appeared in Qian Renxue's deep purple eyes.

At the moment the Killing God Domain condensed on his body, Yu Wangshu's face instantly turned deathly pale as a grave chill seeped into his skin—but he was, after all, a disciple of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. Yu Wangshu suddenly let out a dragon's roar, electric snakes bursting forth in all directions, and relying on the mighty aura of his martial soul, he barely steadied his wavering mind.

「This is impossible—it's actually a domain! How could a first-ring soul master possess a domain? That's supposed to be exclusive to Title Douluo! Could it be an innate domain? 」An old saying had somehow circulated among the older generation of the Douluo Continent: possessing a domain doesn't necessarily make one a Limit Douluo, but possessing an innate domain guarantees one can become a Limit Douluo! Yu Yizhou's heart burned hotter and hotter—overwhelming the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's supreme martial soul, having the physique to contend with a top-tier beast martial soul Soul Ancestor, an innate domain, a thousand-year first ring, and the terrifying potential to dragonify with just one more ring! Yu Yizhou shouted:

「Wangshu, hurry up and use your full strength! She's a true dragon! You can't hurt her—she's destined to become a Limit Douluo, the continent's strongest by fate! Don't you want to defeat her while she's still young?! This is an unprecedented honor! 」

Without Yu Yizhou needing to remind him, a blue figure had already appeared in midair before Qian Renxue, battle fervor flashing in his eyes, his thick dragon arms glittering with brilliant blue light in the sunlight—before he even arrived, blue lightning had already condensed into claw-shaped bolts in midair, shooting straight for Qian Renxue's head.

Yu Wangshu's first soul ring flared, and the condensed Thunder Dragon Claw lashed out.

The speed of lightning is such that ordinary soul masters can't even react—but Qian Renxue is no ordinary soul master; she, too, can control lightning.

Purple electric snakes erupted from her white right claw, and Qian Renxue reached out to grasp the Thunder Dragon Claw.

The electric snakes shot forth, a thunderous boom echoing in midair, and that fearsome Thunder Dragon Claw was crushed in her grip.

Qian Renxue didn't pause her steps, continuing to swipe her claw at Yu Wangshu in midair.

「Damn it! 」

The intense visual impact made the usually composed Yu Yizhou blurt out a curse—just who is the forty-ninth rank, Tianlin or Wangshu? It feels like Tianlin is far stronger than Wangshu, and a Soul Ancestor's first soul skill got crushed by a casual claw strike from a first-ring soul master?! Yu Wangshu also felt a chill run down his spine, a bead of cold sweat forming on his forehead, his whole body sensing an inexplicable sense of danger—that was the warning from his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul.

Under the pressure of that sense of danger, he instantly unleashed his full power, the light of his second and third soul rings flaring brightly—there was no way he could hold back just because Liu Tianlin was a child; this one is a true dragon, a prodigy strong enough to challenge Soul Ancestors across ranks!

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's thousand-year soul skill, Thunder Fury, activated! Instantly, an intensely dazzling blue lightning erupted over Yu Wangshu's body, accompanied by a powerful explosive force—his two pairs of ferocious dragon claws each swelled by a full ring! This is the berserk dragonification stance! The effect of the third soul skill, Thunder Fury, is that for a certain duration, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul master enters a berserk state, lightning power increasing by 100% and soul power by 50%.

If he does not actively stop the skill, it will last until his soul power is exhausted.

And each time he unleashes Thunder Fury, it consumes a large amount of his soul power, imposing a considerable burden on his body; if it weren't for fear of truly losing to Qian Renxue, Yu Wangshu would never so easily release his third soul skill.

Yu Wangshu let out a fierce shout, adjusted his stance and lunged straight at Qian Renxue—he is a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul master; how could a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul master dare not face the enemy head‑on! 'Thunderbolt's Might!'

As soon as his second soul skill was activated, the countless serpentine lightning coiling around his body instantly expanded, and in the next moment they turned into innumerable lightning bolts that shot out violently in all directions.

This is Yu Wangshu's true all‑out strike; with the Lightning Fury boosting his lightning power by a full hundred percent, his second soul skill, Thunderbolt's Might, will erupt with unparalleled attacking power.

This set of soul skill combinations is the finest template of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family, refined through countless generations of trial and optimization, a legacy spanning a thousand years, the summation of every Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul master's life—Tianlin, can you block this strike! The lightning bolts formed by Thunderbolt's Might immediately flew toward Qian Renxue, and his draconic enlarged claws slammed down together at once.

Qian Renxue's eyes flashed with a strange hue; at this moment she had to use her first soul skill, otherwise it would be too absurd, and this act wouldn't go on smoothly.

Her right arm and claws differed from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's bulky, ferocious ones—more delicate and brilliant; just in appearance they were far more splendid than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's, although Qian Renxue personally felt the dragon's ferocious claws were still cooler.

Qian Renxue said coldly: 'First soul skill, Lightning Dragon Head!'

The thousand‑year soul ring on Qian Renxue's right arm flared; her originally small and exquisite qilin claw suddenly swelled, its size now matching that of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's dragon claw, a ring of white flame and purple lightning snakes coiled around her arm, her golden vertical pupils contracted like a predator spotting prey, her eyes turned deep and bright, purple lightning flickered, captivating the soul, and her golden strands were tinged with a faint purple halo.

Thanks to the first soul skill, Qian Renxue's aura surged wildly, her whole body exuding the domineering aura of one who rules the world.

A grand roar sounded; Qian Renxue slightly lifted her hand, purple lightning crackled between her claws, the powerful energy wave made the surrounding air emit crackling sounds, the dragon might simulated from an angel's skull shook the heavens, a resounding dragon chant rose, and a brilliant deep‑purple lightning dragon head emerged fiercely.

The qilin is essentially a dragon head! Showing only part of its qilin form, to the people of Douluo Continent it looks like a dragon! A terrifying rumble sounded; Qian Renxue condensed the huge lightning dragon head, formed by condensing lightning attribute, before her, not rushing to unleash it but instead blocking the lightning bolts Yu Wangshu had fired and the incoming dragon claws.

A terrifying thunder‑clap roar rang out, the sound wave piercingly sharp, the air gave off a scorched smell, and then the deep‑purple lightning dragon head shot up violently!

'Not good!' Yu Yizhou rushed toward Yu Wangshu, stamping his right foot and letting out a booming thunderclap, a resounding dragon chant emanating from him as his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul erupted.

As a fifty‑ninth‑rank Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul master, Yu Yizhou could dragon‑ify three parts of his body; four soul rings coiled around his arms, his arms transforming into dragon claws like Yu Wangshu's, and behind him appeared a massive dragon tail thick with blue‑purple scales, three to four meters long! Blue‑purple lightning continually flowed and condensed on the tail, which was wound with a pitch‑black ten‑thousand‑year soul ring, exuding overwhelming dominance! He instantly appeared before Yu Wangshu, and the ten‑thousand‑year fifth soul ring flared at once.

'Thunder Prison!'

Suddenly the sky was overcast with dark clouds, lightning intertwined, emitting a tremendous crackling roar.

Terrifying blue lightning snakes shot out instantly from the huge tail, forming a lightning barrier in front that collided violently with the lightning dragon head.

Rich soul‑power undulations kept rising, one side deep purple, the other blue, clearly distinct.

'Boom——!' The tremendous collision's aftermath left a pit tens of meters wide beside the street.

As the smoke cleared, Yu Yizhou's disheveled figure appeared before Qian Renxue, his face blackened, his hair standing on end from the electricity.

'Cough cough…' Yu Yizhou coughed up a few mouthfuls of black vapor, glanced at the blushing Yu Wangshu, and felt a weight lift from his heart.

Damn, if he had hesitated even a bit, failed to react in time and strike, Yu Wangshu would have died at Liu Tianlin's hands.

The Thunder Prison soul skill is very strong; it can act as a small domain to drain the enemy, can launch strong attacks, can control, and can even defend, but when used for defense the lightning covering his body makes him look extremely disheveled, with no dignity at all.

Forget it, let him lose face; if someone died, the sect master would have a hard time explaining.

A glint of unusual light flickered in Qian Renxue's eyes—Thunder Prison? It actually can still draw on celestial phenomena as a ten‑thousand‑year soul skill; no wonder, as a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul master with strong offensive desire, his fifth soul skill chose not an attacking or body‑strengthening ring but this control type, this ability to move the heavens and earth is essentially a small domain.

Qian Renxue panted, appearing as if her soul power had been over‑exhausted and her strength gave out.

'How… how? One person can't beat you, so you want to gang up? You two bullies who pick on the weak, you cowards.'

Yu Wangshu, ashamed, dared not look at her, flustered, he whispered behind Yu Yizhou: 'What should we do, Brother Yizhou? One‑on‑one, I actually can't beat her—do we really have to team up?'

Yu Yizhou, frustrated with his incompetence, backhanded him a slap: 'Nonsense, we absolutely can't let her escape! Defeating a top‑tier Soul Ancestor with a single ring—do you even grasp what that means, damn it? This is the future invincible of the world! Even if we have to lay down our lives in Spirit Hall City today, we absolutely cannot let this little brat get away!'

'Not recovered yet? Then hurry and go block her retreat! First go put away the image sphere.'

'All right!' Yu Yizhou quickly snatched the image sphere from the nearby table, then walked behind Qian Renxue; though he had expended considerable soul power, he was uninjured and still combat‑ready, the two slowly closed in on Qian Renxue from opposite sides.

Qian Renxue feigned vigilance, turning sideways to face the two, while pondering the timing—shouldn't outside reinforcements be arriving soon? Her role here was already finished.

Qian Renxue snorted coldly: 'Idiots, this is Spirit Hall City—you're finished.'

As her words fell, an invisible pressure descended from the sky out of nowhere.

Their faces changed—it was a Titled Douluo! Under that pressure's suppression, both were forced to drop to one knee.

At some point a figure appeared in the sky—a burly man in golden armor, his neat red hair fluttering in the wind; his solemn voice instantly rang out across the whole street.

'Truly outrageous—in broad daylight, you dare lay hands on a child in the streets of Spirit Hall City! Do you take my Spirit Hall for a decoration?!'

Yu Yizhou hastily pulled a purple card from his storage ring—his own savings—but it didn't matter; as long as they had that image sphere, the sect would reimburse him.

Yu Yizhou respectfully said: 'Reporting to Your Excellency the Enforcer, we three are all members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family; the reason we clashed here is merely to bring this child back to the sect—she is a bloodline of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family left outside, though we currently have some misunderstanding; this time, for the damage caused to Spirit Hall City, our family is willing to pay triple compensation.'

Qian Renxue immediately said: 'Your Excellency, I am certainly not a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family—I don't even know them; I merely came to Spirit Hall City to play with friends, when I suddenly ran into these two villains who attacked me; they clearly intend to kidnap and sell children, such despicable conduct possibly even colluding with evil soul masters.'

The Spiny Porcupine Douluo standing aloft in the sky broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead; being called 'Your Excellency' by the young master sat ill with his heart, receiving Qian Renxue's pressured‑tone‑turned‑line plan, his killing intent gradually waned—since the young master kept them useful, he thought of a way to send them packing.

Yu Wangshu helplessly twitched the corner of his mouth, this brat deliberately causing them trouble, then he shouted loudly: 'Your Excellency, our martial soul is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon—how could we possibly be evil soul masters? Moreover, a martial soul cannot lie; this child's martial soul is a variant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, a fact our sect master knows, which is precisely why the sect master sent us to fetch Tianlin home.'

The Spiny Porcupine snorted contemptuously, his voice thundering like lightning, shaking the two's seas of spirit until they churned; the lower‑ranked Yu Wangshu turned deathly pale, looking like a vital‑energy‑depleted wreck.

Although the Spiny Porcupine does not chiefly cultivate mental power, his toxin control mostly relies on mental power, so his use of mental power is unique.

How, you think you can use that old dragon to crush me? You're not even worthy! You two heard as well—since she refuses to admit she's the Blue‑Electric Tyrannosaur, then in this martial soul city, no one may take her away! Get out now!

The two of them looked grim; the peerless genius that was about to be in their grasp flew away—how could they be willing? Damn the Spirit Hall, it's deliberately opposing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect!

7500, brothers, yesterday's still (chapter end)