Chapter 117: with translation of chapter title

On the other side, Qian Renxue sat by the river gulping down spirit liquor, drank for a while, then drunkenly hurried back to Spirit Hall City.

She sat upright in an inn room, cradling a golden longsword carved like crystal, eyes closed, as if asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, her cultivation finally ended.

The blonde girl slowly opened her fierce eyes; the original purple hue shifted to a slightly eerie cyan sword-glint, her pupils hiding a sharp sword aura, cyan-frost sword aura swirling around in a ring, like a sword domain forged from a gale.

Ordinary swordsmen who see Qian Renxue's sword intent manifest would surely be so shocked their essence and spirit separate, dying on the spot—that is the phenomenon of condensed sword intent! Such talent would even astonish a Sword Douluo, who would take her as a disciple.

【Success! Success!! I condensed sword intent at eleven years old, waa waa waa, I definitely am not on the Douluo Continent!! How did this happen to me?! Is this still the Douluo Continent?!】

Jin Huang'er was awakened by Qian Renxue's condensed sword intent, clutching her head and immediately starting to go mad.

Qian Renxue sighed and softly complained:

«I'm screwed—why is the condensed sword intent wind-attributed when I've been cultivating the Fire Phoenix Heart Technique all these years? It should at least be fire-attributed! »

Her voice was clear and moving, carrying a gentleness that could touch hearts.

【«Hey hey hey, why aren't you being civilized! This won't do—as a swordsman you must be aloof and cool; you can say flirty things but not vulgar language!! »】

Jin Huang'er strives to keep her disciple from going astray; she actually likes the cool act Qian Renxue puts on—it's quite handsome—but she can't let her become a comedy girl.

Qian Renxue ignored Jin Huang'er's teachings; outside, she cares more about her image than anyone, and she wouldn't utter crude words that would ruin her cool—she is the aloof young master of the Spirit Hall, and her persona must not be lost.

«Is it because of that spirit liquor? »

Qian Renxue slightly furrowed her brows, picked up the cyan jade gourd hanging at her waist, and fell into thought.

I don't know why, but this liquor gourd simply cannot be stored in a spatial storage bracelet—no wonder Ye Feng always keeps it on his waist; Qian Renxue slightly suspects it's a divine artifact, otherwise why couldn't a spatial soul tool carry it?

【«There's some truth to that, but not all of it, Xue'er—ultimately, the first sword intent you condensed is the one best suited for you; perhaps the Fire Phoenix Sword Intent doesn't suit you, for you're not a child who seeks pride in your bones. »】

【«You also don't crave slaughter; I originally thought that during your two years in the Slaughter City you'd be tainted by killing intent and condense a slaughter-type sword intent, but you didn't. »】

【«Now it seems you might be a child who loves to pursue freedom. »】

Qian Renxue blinked, feeling that Jin Huang'er's words made a little sense, but not much.

She cultivates desperately to become stronger merely to gain immortality, so she can have time to pursue what she wants; if she longs for freedom, isn't that normal for anyone? It seems the spirit liquor is the cause—it's truly a fine treasure.

«Where did you get that idea? »

【«Of course it's from the other several sword types telling me; our sword intents mostly represent our personalities. »】

Qian Renxue dislikes listening to Jin Huang'er's motivational soup; the first sword intent type she condensed is no different from the twelve zodiac signs of her past life—at least Qian Renxue doesn't believe this stuff; it's just vague talk, a scam that lets people fill in the blanks themselves.

Believing is just not wanting to know the truth; therefore Qian Renxue refuses to believe others, even if it's an angel god—she aims to become the existence that others believe in!

Qian Renxue first washed up, then sat on a chair shaking the liquor gourd, listening to the liquid inside sway for a while, before rising, embracing her sword, and opening the door.

«Milady! You've finally come out. »

Seeing the blonde girl walk out of the room, the two maids guarding the door were first slightly startled, then lowered their heads and hurried forward, holding a water jug and towel to tidy Qian Renxue's somewhat disheveled golden hair.

When Qian Renxue previously stayed at the inn, she was remarkably generous, directly giving ten gold soul coins; the proprietor gave her the innermost, largest room and assigned two maids to guard her door, ready to summon her at any time.

«Would you like a meal? »

«No need, I'll eat out. »

Qian Renxue replied softly.

The golden hair behind her, neatly combed by the maids, spread like gold threads over her buttocks.

Just before leaving, a maid inadvertently caught sight, out of the corner of her eye, of the golden longsword Qian Renxue held in her embrace—without any scabbard, crystal clear and translucent.

Her breath caught for a moment, and she nearly cried out.

«What a beautiful sword—is this lady a sword soul master? Without a scabbard, won't she cut herself? » the maid wondered; since the Sword Douluo appeared, sword-wielding soul masters often imitate his experience by nurturing their swords, and these inn staff are used to it, but she had never seen such a gorgeous longsword, nor this strange lady who doesn't even put on a scabbard.

Spirit Hall City, beside the street, in a private room of the tavern.

Qian Renxue sat by the window embracing her sword, glancing indifferently at the passersby below, tilted her head back and drank down the cyan liquor poured from the gourd in her cup, then calmly asked:

«How is it? »

The youth kneeling before her glanced in surprise at the sword in the girl's embrace, holding in his hand a purple card emblazoned with the pattern of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, and respectfully replied: «Members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect are currently searching desperately for your whereabouts; following your orders, I have spread the word and earned six thousand gold soul coins. »

Qian Renxue gave a faint hum, too lazy to take the purple card from the youth's hand; such a few gold soul coins were useless to her, she wasn't short of money, and regardless of the matter's size, doing it well earns a reward.

«Well done, this card is yours—go on. »

The youth's face lit up with joy, and he hastily bowed his head: «Thank you, young mistress!! »

He made it! Six thousand gold soul coins—no wonder he's regarded as the most generous young mistress; this sweet gig fell into his lap, truly a blessing cultivated over several lifetimes.

But then he hesitated a moment and asked: «Young mistress, do you need me to prepare a scabbard for you? Otherwise the blade is too sharp, I'm afraid. »

Qian Renxue blinked, then, quite sharp-witted, she shook her head.

«No need to trouble yourself; I have comprehended sword intent—this sword won't hurt me. »

At this stage, Qian Renxue truly nurtures her sword, using sword intent as a scabbard, hiding and nurturing the blade—unlike before, when she carried a scabbard and bore her sword in Slaughter City with not a trace of sword intent; what was she nurturing, a chicken feather? Back then, that wicked woman merely suffered a bout of chuunibyou.

The youth rose, performed another salute, then withdrew.

Qian Renxue sat a while longer, noticed that Gu Feng Hua hadn't come, so she rose and left; she had originally wanted to say a few words to Gu Feng Hua, after all she was about to depart Spirit Hall City for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect to cause trouble, and Gu Feng Hua's thoughts were deep, his mind the sharpest, also able to look after Tian Yue and Rui En.

After a while, a figure clad in white, his whole body enveloped in a mass of silvery-white gas, emerged from a dark corner, his expression calm; he sat where Qian Renxue had just been, picked up a wine cup, and poured himself a cup of clear liquor.

This person, isn't it Gu Feng Hua? Actually he had arrived long before, but when Qian Renxue sat there, he merely lowered his eyes and stood far away, perhaps fearing that conversing with her even briefly would cause his ambition to flare up again.

But it's now impossible—having ambition without ability accomplishes nothing; he understands this better than anyone. Gu Feng Hua also remained silent, just drinking quietly.

After a long while, the cup of clear liquor was completely drained; only then did Gu Feng Hua rise, his gaze deep as he looked out the window.

Gu Feng Hua slowly lowered his head, gazing at the golden strands of hair lying still in his palm, unsure what he was thinking; after a moment he lifted his head again and strode away, his steps without the slightest hesitation.

Suddenly, a somewhat resonant voice rang out in Spirit Hall City: «That Title Douluo who made the old man personally come to demand a person—get out here, old man! »

At first hearing, the voice seemed not loud, but once it reached the ears it carried a rumbling, like thunderclaps exploding in the mind; even more terrifying, the voice enveloped the entire Spirit Hall City, and just a few simple words made the whole city feel as if dark clouds were pressing down, threatening to collapse.

Gu Feng Hua's face changed drastically; standing on the street before the tavern door, he looked at the sky stained azure and realized it was a Title Douluo! Not far away, Qian Renxue embraced her sword, arms crossed, watching the spectacle with interest—Old Dragon Yuezhen truly is vigorous in his old age, relying on this aura alone he hasn't lost the prestige of the number one beast martial soul under heaven, and he actually showed up at the door, so forceful? Isn't he afraid of provoking the Spirit Hall to the point of extermination? The populace able to reside in Spirit Hall City are mostly soul masters; at this moment they all turned pale, the weaker among them even swaying on the brink of collapse, while a small number of ordinary civilians were so intimidated by the pressure they couldn't move.

Suddenly, a golden-armored serpent spear and a spiky porcupine appeared beside Qian Renxue, asking: «Young mistress, are you ready? »

Qian Renxue smiled and nodded: «I'm about to start escaping Spirit Hall City—Uncle Serpent Spear and Uncle Spiky Porcupine, please don't get locked in combat; just hold him in a stalemate, of course it's best if we avoid fighting altogether, or you can let them chase me. »

Spear Snake and Porcupine exchanged a glance, then their figures disappeared, and Qian Renxue also turned and headed toward the outside of Spirit City to 'escape'.

Another voice sounded, but compared to Yu Yuanzhen, this voice was somewhat weaker.

"Yu Yuanzhen! You're insolent!! This is Spirit City! Are you looking to go to war with the Spirit Hall?"

The Porcupine Douluo's voice, entwined with mental power, rang out above Spirit City, and two golden shafts of light shot up instantly, their dazzling radiance instantly enveloping the entire Spirit City.

Moreover, faintly, from the Papal Hall on the distant mountain, wave after wave of overwhelming aura burst forth, surging skyward like gusts of wind.

The azure lightning pillar pierced heaven and earth; within the pillar, Yu Yuanzhen warily gazed at the Papal Hall on the distant mountain, his heart shocked—among those many auras, they were all Title Douluo! Even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect has only one Title Douluo, yet the Spirit Hall is terrifying indeed; we must settle this quickly, no delay.

However, having come this time, Yu Yuanzhen has already disregarded life and death; even if he is gravely injured, he must bring Yu Tianlin back to the sect—there is no other option!!

Yu Yuanzhen coldly said to the two unknown Title Douluo before him:

"Since you know my name, this is easily settled—hand over my granddaughter Yu Tianlin!! I only want the person; give her to me, and I'll leave at once."

The Spear Snake Douluo shouted: "You old dragon, how laughable—when did the Spirit Hall detain your granddaughter? I see you're just here to pick a fight!"

Yu Yuanzhen snorted angrily, a white breath blowing from his nostrils: "I've been civil in discussing this with you, yet you dare slander me as troublemakers! Otherwise, with your soul power levels that don't even reach Super Douluo, you're not worthy to speak to me, Yu Yuanzhen!!"

"If you won't speak, I'll beat you until you do!"

He roared, a resounding dragon cry rang out, intense azure lightning shot up instantly, dyeing half the sky deep blue; his sturdy body instantly fully draconified, becoming in the blink of an eye a blue giant dragon enlarged more than tenfold! The terrifying dragon might shook heaven and earth.

Two yellow, two purple, five black—nine terrifying soul rings encircled his body; as the hegemonic Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul was fully unleashed, the surging azure aura seemed capable of shattering the very air.

Porcupine and Spear Snake likewise did not dare delay, immediately invoking their martial souls.

On the left, the Spear Snake stood over two meters tall, his slender frame straight and sharp like a spear; after releasing his martial soul, his body showed no special change, but a snake spear appeared in his hand.

About twelve feet long, the spearhead curved, its tip forked like a snake's tongue; the spear was blue‑purple throughout, its tip glowing with strange gold light, two yellow, three purple, four black—nine soul rings coiled around the spear; now this Title Douluo gives the impression that only the spear exists, and there is no person.

The Porcupine Douluo let out a long cry; splendid light mixed with unmatched surging soul power burst forth, and the same nine soul rings as the Spear Snake Douluo appeared beneath his feet—two yellow, three purple, four black.

After the Porcupine Douluo's martial soul took hold, he became like a gigantic, terrifying porcupine avatar, his body covered in a layer of dense, spiky armor; the spikes varied in length, arranged unevenly, gleaming with a cold, icy light.

"Afraid of you? Perfect—I'll keep you here, old dragon!"

The Porcupine let out a sharp scream; its ball‑shaped body contracted suddenly, then the fifth soul ring on its body flared purple, and the contracted form expanded like lightning, the nearly hundred poisonous spikes attached to it shooting out simultaneously, arcing straight toward Yu Yuanzhen.

These detached spikes not only carried the Bi Phosphorus Snake King toxin previously absorbed from Du Gu Xin, but also the toxin of the Seven‑Absolving Blue‑Scale Flower absorbed by the spikes themselves, and their thrusting force reached an extremely terrifying level.

Yu Yuanzhen's massive draconic body after transformation could obviously not dodge, yet he did not intend to; his huge azure‑violet dragon tail swept before him, raising an ocean of lightning as a shield.

A cold smile crossed the Porcupine's face—"Do you think my poison spikes are so easy to dodge?" In mid‑air, more than half of the densely packed spikes suddenly exploded, scattering as shards.

Yet the area of this cover was ingeniously controlled; the mist after the explosion precisely blanketed Yu Yuanzhen's position.

Yu Yuanzhen disdainfully raised his dragon claw; lightning power always embodies heavenly righteousness, capable of suppressing all wicked things between heaven and earth—mere poison, do you think you can plot against a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul master? Ridiculous—could a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul master ever die of poison?! In his view, a poison‑attribute Title Douluo is the most worthless of Title Douluo! The deep‑purple fourth soul ring flickered—Thunderstorm! Violent azure lightning instantly swept the whole space; the terrifying lightning exploded instantly, and the formerly sweet‑smelling poison mist was instantly cleansed to nothing.

Seeing the Porcupine's toxins completely vanish, the Spear Snake Douluo lunged forward—normally he takes the lead and the Porcupine follows in support, but today the Porcupine was unusually aggressive, striking first; the young master had clearly said it's best not to act unless necessary, yet this Porcupine fellow, having just broken through to rank ninety‑four, has grown arrogant.

On She Long's body, the purple third and fifth soul rings flashed in succession—Shattering Shadow Nine Slashes, Thunderclap Explosion Crush!

She Long instantly turned into nine indistinguishable shadows, each wielding a brilliant blue‑purple snake spear, a thread of sharp gold light glinting at the spear tip, likewise thunderous light crackling, all pointing at Yu Yuanzhen.

A deafening boom suddenly exploded in the sky.

Within a radius of a hundred li, the entire sky changed color because of their battle—one side deep azure, the other a blue‑purple tinged with gold and a strange seven‑color hue; the azure occupied one half of the sky alone, while the other two strange colors blended together to resist the azure's encroachment.

Where the three colors met, however, the battle between Yu Yuanzhen and the Porcupine‑Spear Snake stirred wind and clouds—a terrifying clash that made heaven and earth change hue.

At the same time, Qian Renxue wore a white hood, cradling a long sword in her arms, disguised as a swordsman, though a few rebellious strands of gold hair slipped from under the hood; she was swiftly passing through the gate of Spirit City, her role now being frightened by Yu Yuanzhen's arrival and trying to figure out how to escape Spirit City.

Little fishies, time to bite the bait.

Her silhouette instantly drew the attention of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect experts lying in ambush here.

Sturdy figures flickered forth from every corner of Spirit City, charging toward her in the sunset; one could see their eyes all glowing with ferocious vertical pupils, their arm joints transformed into cool dragon claws, thick azure‑violet dragon tails dragging behind them, a frenzied ferocity showing on many young faces.

"Yu Tianlin has appeared! Chase after her!"

"It's her! Don't let her get away! Quick, quick, quick!"

"How interesting! Let me witness the might of a true dragon! Hahaha!"

"Hmph! Want to escape? Then feel well the fear of being dominated by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!!"

(End of chapter)