Soul Land: Power Of Space - 50. Don't Discuss Martial Arts
Chao Tianxiang couldn’t help but think, “Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers,” as her initial reaction to the boy before her was dismissive.
Despite his resemblance to ancient monsters, his burst of spirit power indicated his inferiority compared to her as a Spirit Emperor.
She sneered and confidently displayed her six spirit rings—black, three purples, and two yellows—emerging from her body. “In the world of spirit masters, I may be nothing, but I’m more than enough to deal with someone like you!”
The boy raised an eyebrow, showing great interest. “Are you going to fight me?”
Chao Tianxiang waved her three-meter-tall snake staff and smiled at him. “I don’t need to fight you personally. I’m here to discipline you on behalf of your master. You’re not qualified to challenge me.”
Before she finished speaking, Chao Tianxiang’s staff, accompanied by a gust of wind, rushed towards the boy.
However, the boy remained calm, flicking his fingers casually. With a smile, he said, “Stop playing games. I have no interest in chatting with you. Without your Martial Spirit Avatar, you don’t even have the qualifications to stand before me.”
As he spoke, time seemed to freeze. The malicious wind dissipated, and both Chao Tianxiang and her staff were frozen mid-air, unable to move.
Chao Tianxiang’s pupils constricted. “Quick reflexes,” she commented.
The boy’s laughter had a teasing tone as he swiftly changed the subject. “That’s what I wanted to see—your reaction!”
A feeling of weightlessness engulfed Chao Tianxiang, and before she could unleash her spirit power, she found herself forced to her knees, pointing directly at the boy.
Chao Tianxiang’s face turned pale. Meng Yiran, observing from a distance, instinctively pulled out several sharp throwing knives, ready to defend her grandmother.
“Stop! Hold your position!” Chao Tianxiang sharply shouted, stopping her granddaughter’s impulsive actions.
As a Spirit Emperor, Chao Tianxiang knew that a quasi Emperor kneeling wouldn’t make any impact. Moreover, she feared that provoking the boy further might lead to him targeting her granddaughter. She realized that a few throwing knives couldn’t harm a Spirit Sage, let alone a powerful individual ascending to higher levels.
Meng Yiran hesitated for a moment but ultimately listened to her grandmother’s command, slowly retracting the knives.
Bitterness filled Chao Tianxiang’s mouth as she looked at the boy, who seemed to be smiling but not quite. She thought to herself, “If only I had known earlier. All I needed to do was add the word ‘please’ at the beginning, and I wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.”
Lu Yuan, observing the two small craters beneath Chao Tianxiang’s knees, nodded in satisfaction. He sighed with feigned annoyance, “Why doesn’t anyone believe me when I speak the truth? I told you that you’re not qualified to stand before me, yet you insisted on testing it.”
He shrugged innocently, as if he had come up with a brilliant plan. Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, he clapped his hands and excitedly pointed at Chao Tianxiang.
“I’ve got it! I should have thought of it earlier! What you learn from books is always superficial. It’s only through personal experience that you truly understand. This is the essence of practicality!”
Chao Tianxiang’s eye twitched. She had no idea that he was an ancient monster with a convincing facade.
“Now that you possess this precious practical spirit, I require a demonstration of adult beauty,” the boy declared with determination.
“So, in order to fulfill your practical spirit, I have decided… You shall remain kneeling here until tomorrow morning.”
He snapped his fingers triumphantly, as if he had come up with a brilliant plan.
Chao Tianxiang’s lips moved, catching Lu Yuan’s attention. He quickly waved his hand.
“You’re welcome! You’re welcome! I simply enjoy the feeling of helping others. No need to thank me!”
Feeling the sudden increase in pressure, Chao Tianxiang’s eyes twitched, and the curses that were about to escape her lips were abruptly suppressed. The immense pressure prevented her from speaking.
Meng Yiran still appeared indignant and eager to say something. However, Chao Tianxiang sternly stopped her with a gaze. Meng Yiran didn’t understand, but Chao Tianxiang knew all too well that admitting defeat in the face of strength was the best course of action.
Especially in the Great Star Dou Forest, where numerous spirit beasts of different types and numbers roamed, it was better to cover up evidence and erase all traces. Relying on Duke Long’s timely arrival and assistance was a wiser choice than hoping he would find their trail and seek revenge based on clues.
“Yo yo yo~ Isn’t this Chao Tianxiang?” a gloating voice suddenly sounded.
Hearing the slightly familiar voice, Chao Tianxiang couldn’t help but startle. The tone…
Her complexion darkened as she recalled who the owner of that sarcastic tone was.
“It hasn’t even been a day, and you’re already back?” she exclaimed.
Dressed in bright red elder robes adorned with large gemstones, Yueguan gestured in the air with his delicate finger, seemingly unable to find a suitable adjective and settling for “Why are you so elegant?”
Elegant? If she had the capability, Chao Tianxiang vowed she would beat this effeminate man to death.
Sarcasm was one thing. After all, Yueguan was a Titled Douluo, so it was expected for him to mock a Spirit Emperor. Besides, a regrettable misunderstanding had occurred a day and a half ago. Although it had been resolved, it didn’t mean the misunderstanding hadn’t happened at all.
The problem was with the choice of words. Sarcasm was acceptable, but at least find a more suitable word.
Was elegant appropriate in this situation?
Lu Yuan nodded in approval and added to Yueguan’s words, “Indeed, an elegant and noble spirit of practicality.”
If glares could harm people, Lu Yuan would have been torn to pieces by the gazes of Meng Yiran and Chao Tianxiang.
During this short conversation, Ghost and his elite team arrived. Over twenty Spirit Saints and two Titled Douluo.
Chao Tianxiang’s fear grew as she watched the scene unfold. This lineup was undoubtedly capable of hunting a hundred thousand-year Spirit Beast.
Xie Yue’s gaze swept across the scene, noting the young boy, Chao Tianxiang, her granddaughter, and a battered Man-Faced Demon Spider with a crushed head.
Wait, a Man-Faced Demon Spider?
Xie Yue suddenly remembered the gruesome scene from earlier. It didn’t evoke a sense of cruelty, but rather, he found it repulsive.
He preferred to kill with grace, like an artist painting on a canvas, rather than haphazardly mixing colors like an amateur.
It was neither artistic nor elegant.
