Douluo: Why is Qian Renxue not in love anymore?

Chapter 13 That Golden Crocodile Douluo is your grandfather
Hearing this, Li Muyun's eyes flickered slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He slowly exhaled, and the surging soul power in his body gradually subsided. The Blue Phoenix Martial Soul also dissipated, turning into dots of light and merging into his body.

He raised his hand lightly, and the remaining soul power on his fingertips left a tiny ripple in the air. He then turned to face the girl in the goose yellow dress, his eyes showing a little more inquiry and gratitude.

"Thank you, sister, for your advice and for avoiding an unnecessary conflict." Li Muyun's voice was gentle and sincere, and he bowed slightly to show his respect.

The young soul master in black said, "Miss, I..."

The young girl frowned slightly when she heard this, and turned to look at the young spirit master in black, with a hint of displeasure and reproach in her eyes. She opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was gentle but carried a majesty that could not be ignored: "Young Miss? Humph, do you think this title can protect you? In the Spirit Hall, rules are above all else. You were wrong if you started first."

As she spoke, she walked gently to the front of the young man in black. Her bright eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. She looked at him and made him feel uneasy. He couldn't help sweating on his forehead. "When you are defeated, you should reflect on your mistakes instead of bullying others. As a member of the Spirit Hall's direct guard team, you should set an example instead of smearing the Spirit Hall."

"No, Miss, he was the first to start." The young soul master in black clothes defended anxiously, his voice mixed with unwillingness and grievance. He tried to point his finger at Li Muyun, but because the girl's eyes were too sharp, his fingers trembled slightly in the air and finally dropped weakly.

The girl frowned when she heard that. A cold light flashed in her eyes, like icicles in winter, piercing people's hearts. "Hmph, shut up. You are not ashamed of being beaten by a child."

Then, she turned around gently, her eyes fell gently on Li Muyun, and her tone instantly softened, "I believe he has his own reasons, and you, as a member of the guard team, should know how to control your emotions and prove yourself with your strength instead of verbal disputes."

Li Muyun raised his head slightly and looked at the girl in the yellow dress sincerely. "Beautiful sister, things are not as simple as he said. Not only did he rely on his status as a member of the Spirit Hall's direct guard to wantonly trample on the rules, he also tore up the documents I had obtained with great difficulty from the Elder Hall and the Spirit Hall, and threatened to use force to solve the problem if I didn't obey. At that moment, I really... really couldn't stand it anymore."

As he spoke, Li Muyun slowly pulled out a torn roll of paper from his bosom. The edges were jagged, and it was obvious that it had been roughly torn. He gently unfolded it. Although the handwriting on the paper was blurred, it was still recognizable as an official document from the Spirit Hall and the Elder Hall. It was also stamped with a bright red seal, which was particularly dazzling.

The girl took the torn document and gently stroked the torn edges with her fingertips. Her brows were furrowed, and a flash of anger and sympathy flashed in her eyes. She looked up at the young spirit master in black and said in a deep and powerful voice: "Is this what you call 'rules'? As the guardian of the Spirit Hall, you not only failed to maintain the order and dignity here, but became the one who destroyed it."

The face of the young soul master in black turned pale in an instant. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into the girl's eyes. He clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and his heart was filled with regret and fear.

"Go and accept your punishment. We in the Spirit Hall cannot afford someone like you." The girl's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the black-clothed young spirit master's heart hard. He was shocked and his face turned even paler. The air around him seemed to freeze, and even breathing became heavy.

The girl said nothing more, but just waved her hand gently, with an irresistible force in her action: "Go away, I don't want to see you."

The body of the young soul master in black trembled slightly, and he finally lowered his head, his voice low and hoarse: "Yes, Miss." He turned slowly and walked out of the Spirit Hall with heavy steps. Every step seemed to be stepping on his heart, painful and deep.

Seeing this, the girl sighed softly and turned her gaze to Li Muyun again. The sternness in her eyes had turned into tenderness and comfort. She reached out and gently patted Li Muyun's shoulder, as if conveying a kind of silent strength and encouragement. "Come with me, His Holiness the Pope is looking for you."

Li Muyun followed the girl, with a hint of trepidation and curiosity in his steps. He looked up at the door he was about to enter, with countless thoughts in his mind. "Beautiful sister, do you know me?" Li Muyun's voice was a little uncertain. He remembered that he had no intersection with this girl, so how did she know him?
The girl smiled softly when she heard that. That smile was as gentle and bright as the spring breeze blowing across the lake. "Yes, of course I know you. I was watching you training with the young lady last month."

There was a hint of teasing in her words, and her eyes were sparkling with memories. "You were really amazing back then. At such a young age, you had already shown extraordinary talent and strong will. I once thought that you were going to kidnap our little lady, haha."

Li Muyun's lips curled up into a mischievous smile, his eyes sparkling with infinite longing for the future, and he said softly but firmly: "You said Qian Renxue, sooner or later I will kidnap her away." There was a hint of joking in his words, but also a subtle seriousness hidden in them.

When the girl heard this, she was stunned at first, but then she was amused by Li Muyun's frankness. Her eyes curved into crescent shapes, flashing with a cunning light.

"Really? Then I'm looking forward to it!" There was some encouragement in her words, as if she was really expecting some incredible story to happen.

Li Muyun looked at the smiling girl in front of him, and an inexplicable sense of closeness surged in his heart. He mustered up his courage and asked softly: "Um, beautiful sister, I don't know your name yet, can you tell me? What is your martial spirit? You look so powerful. How old are you? What level of soul power have you reached?"

The girl, Jin Ling, laughed even louder upon hearing this. Her bright eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts. She tilted her head slightly and answered in an almost doting manner, "My name is Jin Ling. My martial soul is the Golden Crocodile King, a powerful martial soul that combines strength and defense. As for my age, I am already twenty-one years old. As for my soul power..." At this point, she deliberately prolonged her tone, with a sly look in her eyes, "Guess?"

Li Muyun said coquettishly, "Just tell me, okay, Sister Jin Ling."

Jin Ling heard this, her eyes moved, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, like the brightest star in the night sky, attracting people's imagination. She opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was crisp and pleasant: "My soul power is exactly level 67."

As she spoke, she gently waved her hand, and there seemed to be a faint golden light flickering in the air. It was a trace of pressure that her martial spirit inadvertently leaked out, causing the air around her to tremble slightly.

Li Muyun's eyes widened, full of amazement and admiration. He had never seen such a young yet powerful spirit master, and a strong fighting spirit and yearning surged in his heart. "Level 67... It's amazing!"

"By the way, Sister Jin Ling, do you know Golden Crocodile Douluo? I see that your martial spirits are the same!"

"The Golden Crocodile Douluo you mentioned is my grandfather. Our family's martial spirit is inherited from him."

Li Muyun's eyes flashed with disbelief. He seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and asked involuntarily: "Sister Jin Ling, you...you mean, Golden Crocodile Douluo, the legendary Titled Douluo, is your grandfather?"

(End of this chapter)