Chapter 123

Heavenly Fight City, Moon Pavilion.

Heavenly Fight City, the capital of the Heavenly Fight Empire, where nobles are as numerous as cow hairs and powerful experts gather, making it the political and economic center of the entire empire.

At the center of the most prosperous commercial district of Heavenly Fight City stands a five-story small building; unlike the surrounding thick commercial atmosphere, this building gives the first impression of being simple and elegant, without vulgar gold and silver, with a plaque bearing two characters: Moon Pavilion.

At that moment, two youths in green robes stood at the entrance; although they lacked the noble air of aristocracy, they were neatly dressed and handsome.

Outside, various luxurious carriages waited neatly and silently; among them were the carriage of the chamber of commerce president, the carriage of a sect leader, and even the carriage exclusively used by members of the Heavenly Fight Imperial family.

Not many pedestrians came and went, but it was clear that those entering and leaving were either richly dressed or of exceptional bearing, both men and women.

With a strange, clear bell chime, the lessons at Moon Pavilion ended, and a group of adorable, exquisitely carved children waddled out cutely; the two green-robed youths hastily bowed at a forty-five-degree angle.

These children, too, would politely nod in return.

Children with power and influence would have carriages sent by their families to pick them up, while those adults who personally came to fetch their children would also smile faintly at the two green-robed youths at the gate as a friendly gesture, then chat with the other adults who had come to pick up children.

This was also a good way to expand one's connections.

The owner of Moon Pavilion—Madam Yue—held an extraordinary status; it was rumored that Madam Yue was on good terms with the current Snow Night Emperor, and when Moon Pavilion first opened, the Snow Night Emperor sent his mysteriously deceased son, Xue Luochuan, to study there.

Thus, the nobles and aristocrats who initially sent their children to study here mostly did so to curry favor; in just two years, Moon Pavilion became renowned throughout Heavenly Fight City for its excellent teaching results, and more and more aristocratic clans were willing to send their children here to learn etiquette and the arts.

For middle-class families, Moon Pavilion's existence gave them an opportunity to contact high-ranking figures through their children, so they also sent their children.

Even if not for contacting the elite, enabling their children to master the social skills used by high society also suited these parents' wishes.

Yu Yuanzhen arrived at the gate of Moon Pavilion in a carriage, accompanied by two clansmen; whether it was a woman favored by the Snow Night Emperor or one that required a Title Douluo's privileged status to obtain, he could hire the best with gold soul coins, and if he couldn't, he would simply take her—after all, she was just a woman.

Wherever the carriage passed, everyone made way; the insignia of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect on the carriage was too conspicuous—this being the third-ranked sect under heaven, not something ordinary folk could provoke.

Yu Yuanzhen alighted from the carriage, and with the two drivers, he strode toward the gate with the vigor of a dragon and tiger.

He wore a blue robe with gold threads outlining the pattern of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon; though Yu Yuanzhen was no longer young, his appearance remained stern and rugged, his face bearing an aura of authority without anger.

The two youths at the gate hurriedly bowed, but Yu Yuanzhen deemed even a glance at them a waste of time, showing no reaction as he strode straight inside.

Yu Yizhou and Yu Wangshu followed behind the sect leader as they entered the Moon Pavilion together.

This time, Yu Yuanzhen had specifically summoned them, ostensibly to let these two useless things see exactly how they go about snatching people! Yu Yuanzhen still resented their failure to snatch anyone last time in Martial Soul City—can't even snatch a person? It's thrown the face of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect into the dirt.

Yu Yuanzhen said indifferently, "This time, open your eyes wide! Look well! Study well! Did you hear that?"

"Yes!" Yu Wangshu and Yu Yizhou immediately stood at attention.

Upon entering the first floor of the Moon Pavilion, a faint fresh fragrance assailed the senses.

The screen wall was carved from premium rosewood, emitting a faint woody scent; before it, two stalks of exotic orchids reaching three meters high gave off a faint, secluded fragrance—though just a single step into the Moon Pavilion, it seemed able to shut out the world's clamor.

Beyond the screen wall lay a spacious hall, its floor paved with gray square tiles one meter on a side, all around furnished with pieces made of various expensive woods; behind a wide table at the front, several girls in simple but pretty attire stood there.

On either side of the table stood an exquisite wooden staircase.

Yu Yuanzhen stepped forward, approached the table, and said to the leading tall girl, "Tell the Master of the Moon Pavilion that the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, Yu Yuanzhen, has arrived and ask her to come out to see me."

The girl froze for a moment, her originally lovely face showing unexpected surprise—Yu Yuanzhen? Isn't that the renowned Title Douluo who shakes the heavens?!

One cannot just impersonate a Title Douluo.

She trembled, bowed respectfully before Yu Yuanzhen, and said, "Your Excellency, I welcome your arrival at our Moon Pavilion; please proceed to the reception room to wait a moment—I will go report to the pavilion master."

The first floor of the Moon Pavilion is the reception hall, the second floor is the youth class study area, the third floor is the adolescent class study area, the fourth floor is where staff work and rest, and the fifth floor is Tang Yuehua's living quarters.

Yu Yuanzhen grunted in acknowledgment; as long as the person was still in the Moon Pavilion, that was fine, and he followed another woman behind to the VIP reception room.

Yu Yuanzhen waited impatiently for a while, only to find that no one came out.

In front of his clansmen, he felt a bit embarrassed; just as Yu Yuanzhen was about to lose his temper and erupt with aura, a somewhat cold voice suddenly rang out.

"Esteemed Sect Leader Yu, your grand arrival—I never expected that Yuehua's momentary oversight would keep you waiting so long; it is truly rude."

A dignified, noble woman pushed the door open from outside, followed by two beautiful girls behind her.

The woman's features were dignified and lovely; she wore a well-fitted silver long dress that outlined her full figure.

Under the indoor ceiling lights, she appeared noble and elegant; unlike her cool voice, her pretty face bore an exceptionally affable smile, fully showing gentleness, though a hint of unnoticeable worry lingered between her brows.

The woman was precisely the Master of the Moon Pavilion, Tang Yuehua.

Yu Yuanzhen looked Tang Yuehua up and down; she was not bad-looking.

Tang Yuehua's expression didn't change; she was used to such impolite gazes, after all, a Title Douluo isn't someone to provoke—currently, the Clear Sky Sect only has the eldest brother as a Title Douluo.

She chuckled lightly: "I don't know what brings Sect Leader Yu to our Moon Pavilion—could it also be that you want your sect's disciples to learn etiquette?"

Yu Yuanzhen gave a hearty laugh, "Truly worthy of being the mistress of the Moon Pavilion, exceptionally wise—I came here indeed for the children in my family; I've heard that the Moon Pavilion's etiquette can quell inner hostility. I have a granddaughter with a fierce, solitary nature; I wish to ask the mistress to come to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect to properly teach her, old dragon me—gold soul coins are no problem!"

"I, Yu Yuanzhen, am a crude person who doesn't understand all these formalities; Mistress Tang, just give me a price directly."

Tang Yuehua's smile remained undiminished as she spoke softly: "Sect Leader Yu, you overpraise me; it's just that the Moon Pavilion still needs people to manage things up and down—I really have no time to go to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect to instruct your sect's disciples. Half of the noble heirs in Heaven Dou City study here; to speak boldly, most of those nobles come for me. If they followed you away, I fear they'd go before the Emperor to impeach me."

Upon hearing that, Yu Yuanzhen's formerly warm face instantly turned cold; he snorted disdainfully, "What? You think you can use that worthless emperor to pressure me? Does the Heaven Dou Imperial Family have a Title Douluo? Would my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect be afraid?!"

Tang Yuehua's face changed dramatically—"How unreasonable of you, Sect Leader Yu! 'Speak carefully, Sect Leader Yu; if you leave, today's words can be treated as unheard, and the Snow Night Emperor will certainly not learn of your remarks today.'"

Yu Yuanzhen irritably flicked his ear, "That's why I'm bothered by you so-called etiquette experts, always fussing over these meaningless things—if it weren't for Tianlin specifically requesting you, I wouldn't bother with you at all; even if the Snow Night Emperor heard, what could he do? Could the emperor still chop off my head?"

"You!"

Tang Yuehua never expected that the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect would be so barbaric, daring to deny even the Snow Night Emperor's face—this Yu Yuanzhen is wholly ill-intentioned.

And what about that Tianlin? Who exactly is he, that he could actually summon the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect to take action?

A hint of despair appeared in Tang Yuehua's eyes; she now thought she had been taken a liking to by a man named Tianlin, which is why she faced this calamity.

Tang Yuehua shouted coldly, "Aren't you afraid of provoking a feud between the Heaven Dou Imperial Family and your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect! As a Title Douluo you may not care, but what about your sect? Without imperial material support, can your sect hold up?"

Yu Yuanzhen grunted, "If we run out of money, we'll just snatch another batch—if the Heaven Dou Imperial Family dares not to give, I'll destroy them!"

The sect's resources are essentially taken from the empire; before breaking face, it's called tribute, but either way it's all looting, no real difference—the Clear Sky Sect remains hidden, while the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect fears no one.

Tang Yuehua stared at Yu Yuanzhen in astonishment; unlike commoners, most soul masters and sect disciples of this era possess a sense of national belonging—although the Heaven Dou Imperial Family is especially weak, many sect disciples still consider themselves imperial subjects; though they look down on the imperial family, they wouldn't deliberately seek to overthrow the empire, a thankless effort.

This Yu Yuanzhen is simply too overbearing—he can even speak of overthrowing the empire.

"Unforgivable! You, Yu Yuanzhen! You're really a lunatic!"

The violent surge of emotion caused her domain to unfold unconsciously.

A gentle wave of undulation released from Tang Yuehua's body; the undulation she released was elegant and natural, soft enough to soothe all sorrow in the world.

The entire reception room also became pure and natural again.

Yu Yuan Zhen showed a pleased expression; what Tian Lin said was exactly this, and it actually could calm the emotions of a Soul Master. Originally he just wanted to snatch it back to try it out, but now it seems Tian Lin's killing intent has a way.

Yu Yuan Zhen said lightly: "I, Yu Yuan Zhen, have achieved what I have today thanks to this fearless, reckless spirit! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master fears no one."

"Capture her, and we can walk out openly through the main gate. Hah, I want to see whether the Snow Night Emperor will turn against me for a woman, and see who among your connections dares to oppose me, Yu Yuan Zhen."

Yu Wang Shu and Yu Yi Zhou's martial souls manifested, ferocious blue-purple dragon claws crackling with electricity.

The two raised their dragon claws, threatening Tang Yuehua to walk out on her own.

"Madam Yue, please."

Tang Yuehua gritted her teeth; she could no longer afford to conceal her identity, otherwise she would be seized and made a plaything.

"I am a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect; the three upper sects are closely allied. Are you Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect intending to attack the disciples of our allied sects?"

Yu Wang Shu and Yu Yi Zhou instinctively looked toward Yu Yuan Zhen—should we still fight? Yu Yuan Zhen stared: "Clear Sky Sect? Tang Yuehua, surname Tang, what a coincidence?" "Exactly, I am a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect; Sect Master Yu must have some misunderstanding."

Tang Yuehua gave Yu Yuan Zhen an out; as long as Yu Yuan Zhen steps down, she would be unharmed, but why would Yu Yuan Zhen do so?

"No misunderstanding, what's the Clear Sky Sect to me? Just a bunch of useless turtles that shrink their heads, stray dogs whose own subordinate sects have been abandoned—when would I, Yu Yuan Zhen, still need to give face to these cowards?"

"I just want to take you back to teach my granddaughter; you have to go whether you like it or not."

Hearing this, Tang Yuehua's originally somewhat desperate mood eased: "Granddaughter? You mean you want me to teach a girl?"

"Of course! What else could it be?"

Tang Yuehua cursed inwardly, you clumsy oaf never said you wanted to teach a girl! She was terrified, thinking she would be abducted and made a plaything.

"If so, Sect Master Yu, why not let her come to the Moon Pavilion? Yuehua will certainly impart everything she knows, holding nothing back."

Yu Yuan Zhen glanced contemptuously at Tang Yuehua and boasted: "It's because Tian Lin needs to train by my side; you think Tian Lin is like you? Unambitious, at his age his soul power is only level nine—what a waste. My dragon girl reached level twenty-six at age nine."

"As a Titled Douluo, coming to ask you, a Soul Scholar, is already giving you face, woman—don't be ungrateful! Seeking you is just convenient, not necessary; if you refuse, I'll have to destroy you and this Moon Pavilion—choose for yourself."

Tang Yuehua couldn't help but exclaim, "Reaching level twenty-six at nine years old, and she's a girl—how is that possible?"

Exceptionally talented female Soul Masters are rare to begin with; currently, the few renowned female Soul Masters on the continent are only the first female Pontiff, Bibi Dong, whose fame spreads abroad, and the female dean of Heaven Water Academy, who is a Soul Sage.

Also there is the Spirit Kite that Tang Yuehua once saw, the one she regretted trusting night after night; she has now broken through to rank ninety, been ennobled by the Spirit Hall as a Spirit Kite Douluo, and follows at the Pontiff's side.

The remaining female Soul Masters are obscure, mostly stuck in an intermediate stage.

Tang Hao only possessed twenty-five soul power at age twelve, yet this child is remarkably outstanding, his talent surpassing Tang Hao by so much—know that in Tang Yuehua's heart, Tang Hao is the world's greatest genius.

Tang Yuehua suddenly took an interest in this amazingly talented child; for a woman like her, with poor talent but decent looks, befriending a future Titled Douluo would be a great safeguard for herself, and even just working as an etiquette teacher would leave her satisfied.

"She really is a girl?"

Yu Yuan Zhen snorted, "I wouldn't stoop to deceiving a mere Soul Scholar."

Tang Yuehua took a deep breath, "Alright, I agree to go to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect to teach her etiquette, but I need to settle the Moon Pavilion's affairs first; wait for me half an hour, and once I'm ready I'll follow you to the sect. Also, gold soul coins—since I'm coming to teach you, you must pay me triple the tuition."

Yu Yuan Zhen nodded lightly, "Fine; if I don't see you after half an hour, you can wait for the Moon Pavilion to vanish completely. Moreover, I will personally hunt you down until I see your death—hope Madam Yue does not make a choice you'll regret."

"Three thousand eight hundred one, three thousand eight hundred two, three thousand eight hundred three."

Thuds sounded repeatedly on the specially made wooden stake; Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down her pretty face, her wrists bearing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's specially made weights—by now even the rough blue bricks beneath her feet were soaked.

"Hey, want to take a break first?"

Yu Tianheng turned his face away, deliberately not looking at her, seemingly still sulking over yesterday's incident.

He held two bottles of liquid, one a deep blue medicine; looking closely, tiny electric lights flickered inside the bottle, the other containing saline.

Qian Renxue ignored him and continued throwing punches.

"Hey!"

"You don't need to go crazy like this! You're clearly a girl, and the weight you're wearing is more outrageous than Uncle Jing Cheng's—do you think you're a Soul Sage? Training like this will only ruin you; didn't Grandpa say a thousand punches are enough? You're already about to quadruple that!"

"Nine thousand three hundred twenty-three, nine thousand three hundred twenty-four, nine thousand three hundred twenty-five."

After throwing that punch, Qian Renxue felt her entire strength drain away as if emptied, waves of dizziness washing over her; the Angelic Sacred Core and soul power within her wanted to spin up on their own to lessen her burden and repair, but she forcibly suppressed them.

Not yet—she cannot use soul power or the Angelic Sacred Core, having finally pushed her body to the limit; she must not fail at the last moment.

Qian Renxue's physique is extremely resilient, its limit absurdly high; heaven knows how exhausting those nine thousand punches are, each thrown with full force.

"Stop, stop hitting—I beg you, sis! I was wrong, please don't train…" she sobbed.

Yu Tianheng was frightened by her madness into tears, he didn't even vent his frustration, stepped forward and grabbed Qian Renxue's waist, dragging her backward.

Qian Renxue, caught off guard, was staggered by Yu Tianheng's strength and fell with a smack; damn this bastard getting in the way again! She's exhausted, lying on the ground feels great, but she can't—if she lies down she'll have to start over.

Qian Renxue kicked Yu Tianheng away.

"Get lost!" she hoarsely shouted, struggling to rise from the ground.

Though exhausted, her body somehow summoned a bit of strength; ignoring the pain in her hands and her overall fatigue, Qian Renxue punched the wooden stake repeatedly, each thud accompanied by splashing blood.

"Nine thousand nine hundred ninety-eight nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine. Ten thousand!!!"

The final punch landed, and Qian Renxue could no longer hold on, collapsing instantly to the ground, drenched in fragrant sweat that soaked her training outfit, her exquisite curves stirring the heart.

And just as Qian Renxue finally exhausted the last bit of her strength, the jade gourd hanging at her waist suddenly emitted a clear green light, these specks like starlight flying one by one into her body.

Her body tingled all over, Qian Renxue sighed contentedly—she had really succeeded; she had discussed the true nature of this gourd all night with Jin Huang'er the previous evening.

Qian Renxue recalled how, in novels, when the protagonist is utterly exhausted, the treasure hidden on their body begins to exert power, so she deliberately tried it today and found it actually worked.

After the final speck of green light entered Qian Renxue's body, she felt only that her Eight-Winged Angel martial soul was stirring, as if provoked by petty foes.

Just as Qian Renxue thought her martial soul was about to be exposed, the green light on the gourd at her waist flashed, the rim opened automatically, and a blue thread streamed out from the gourd's mouth, linking with the Eight-Winged Angel soul mark on her chest.

Her entire body was enveloped in green light; the green gourd and Qian Renxue were undergoing an astonishing transformation at that moment.

After an unknown period, the green light faded and Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes, her brows slightly furrowed as she still felt the recent tremor of her soul.

With a thought, Qian Renxue immediately noticed her five senses had undergone a huge change—she could now hear sounds she previously could not.

The sound of ants crawling, her vision also shifted—everything before her seemed as if washed by rain, clear and vivid, even able to see clearly which foot an ant was moving.

The person's thinking became much quicker.

Her soul power seemed to have just been strengthened, and her eight-winged angel martial soul also underwent a special strange change; she must have her martial soul possessed to know exactly what the situation is.

Seeing her wake up, Yu Tianheng sprang up from the ground at once; he was about to wait until he fell asleep.

"Sis, how did you suddenly glow all over just now? You haven't even used your recovery medicine yet."

He held up the azure potion and saline in his hand.

"It has nothing to do with you," Qian Renxue said coldly.

Taking the bottle from his hand and opening it, she gulped it down in one breath; it was tingling and numbing, like the popping candy of her previous life, and the taste was still quite sweet.

"You are not allowed to tell Yu Yuanzhen about today's affairs, or I'll make you regret it! Did you hear me?"

Qian Renxue, this jerk, after drinking someone else's medicine, immediately turned around and started threatening people.

Yu Tianheng nodded dumbly; he was truly frightened by Qian Renxue today, she's training like she doesn't care about her life—Grandfather, please come back quickly!

Watching Qian Renxue's retreating back, he muttered, "Sis, this is an external medicine."

After finishing the medicine, Qian Renxue left Long Valley satisfied.

After she returned to her room and locked the door, she began to communicate with her own martial soul.

Only seen, behind Qian Renxue appeared a figure wholly golden, wearing a pure white high-slit long dress, barefoot, the eight-winged angel's illusory form; in its hand it held a crystal-clear golden longsword, no different from usual.

Only its slender, straight legs were entwined with a one-foot-long illusory green snake; a snake head extended from the eight-winged angel's beautiful ankle, two scarlet snake eyes flickered in the void, and the snake's mouth oddly spat out a blood-red forked tongue.

Green snake? The head, covered in green scales, also grew a tiny horn barely noticeable, as if it were about to transform into a dragon.

Qian Renxue's pupils contracted; her eight-winged angel martial soul seemed to have fused with the green snake given to her by the wine gourd.

【Hiss—Xue'er, what on earth is the origin of this wine gourd? Too generous! It actually directly gave this green snake to you as a martial soul, intending to make you into a twin martial soul, but because the snake's status is insufficient, it was suppressed by your eight-winged angel martial soul; it should have been devoured by your eight-winged angel martial soul, but it actively imprinted your eight-winged angel martial soul's mark, becoming part of the eight-winged angel martial soul—in other words, it is sentient!】

【This is an unprecedented fused martial soul; the green snake and the eight-winged angel coexist but are not one, completely dominated by the eight-winged angel martial soul; it can even be used alone as a second martial soul—you only need to activate the snake's part of the imprint, not the angel's part, and see if your martial soul's soul skill also changes?】

6400 brothers and sisters. Still have to work the three days before National Day, sigh, it's tough.

(End of chapter)