Qin Xuan: “…”
Tang Hao…
Yu Xiaogang…
These two names surfaced in Qin Xuan’s mind.
In this era, before that little scoundrel Tang San was even born, these two were the only targets he could fleece for points.
Oh, right, and Qian Xunji.
However, that guy had a Limit Douluo for a father and was the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall himself.
From the moment he revealed his killing intent towards Qin Xuan, he was already on the death list.
As the saying goes: If Xunji doesn’t die, Qin Xuan cannot rest.
That was the exact logic here.
“Then what the hell is a blind box?
How do I get those?” Qin Xuan continued to ask.
“You can obtain Happiness Blind Boxes by making goddesses happy.
A maximum of five boxes can be obtained per target.
They cannot be obtained repeatedly.
The Happiness Blind Boxes are ranked from highest to lowest: Diamond, Gold, Silver, Bronze, and Iron.”
“Reaching a favorable impression (affection) of 70 or higher yields one blind box.” “Reaching an affection of 80 or higher yields one blind box.” “Reaching an affection of 90 or higher yields one blind box.” “Reaching an affection of 100 yields one blind box.” “Becoming a father yields one blind box.”
“This is strictly limited to goddesses from the original Douluo story.” “The higher the goddess’s talent, the greater the chance of obtaining a high-tier blind box.
Becoming a father guarantees a Diamond Blind Box.”
Qin Xuan was rendered speechless.
What kind of weird setting was this?
It was actually making him date people.
It might as well be called the Romance System instead!
While he was sighing, the system’s notification chimed again: “Ding!
Opposing character and conquerable goddess detected!
Please bind them as soon as possible, host!”
Simultaneously, the faint sound of dry branches being stepped on reached his ears.
Actually, the sound was quite far away, but as a Spirit Master, his five senses were sharp.
It was hard not to notice it.
Qin Xuan glanced at the deep trench on the ground, withdrew his martial soul into his body, and hid his figure deeper into the cover of the green leaves.
The footsteps grew closer; there was more than one person.
Sure enough.
A moment later, a face that seemed to come with its own soft lighting and highlight filter appeared first.
The young man looked to be in his twenties or thirties.
He had a medium build, slightly on the thin side, with moderately thick lips, a middle-parted black hairstyle, and a bashful expression.
In terms of appearance, he wasn’t considered outstanding in the generally highly-attractive world of the Douluo Continent, but he wasn’t ugly either.
However, the voice that rang out first was the crisp, tender voice of a young woman.
“Xiaogang, Xiaogang, look!
There’s a huge trench on the ground here!”
Hearing these words from his hiding spot, Qin Xuan nearly tripped over his own feet.
Compared to the young man, the young woman was clearly much younger, looking to be around twenty years old.
Qin Xuan instantly froze.
Although he recognized her identity, he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his past life.
Her snow-white skin, flawlessly beautiful face, perfect body lines, perfect proportions, and those sparkling eyes with their slight shadows…
Most importantly, that wine-red hair that seemed to come from a mythological world.
She was countless times more beautiful than he had imagined when reading the books.
Even the animated versions didn’t capture a ten-thousandth of her beauty.
System Profile: [Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan outcast, Yu Xiaogang.
Age: 22.
Soul Power: Level 29.
Martial Soul: Pig (Luo Sanpao).
Talent: D-.
Affection: 0 (Inferiority, Jealousy, Contempt)]
[Spirit Hall Holy Maiden, Disciple of Supreme Pontiff Qian Xunji, Bibi Dong.
Age: 23.
Soul Power: Level 68.
Martial Souls: Death Spider Emperor, Soul-Eating Spider Emperor.
Talent: SSS.
Affection: 50 (Slightly Disgusted)]
Qin Xuan sighed internally:
Truly worthy of being the only woman in the Douluo Continent to become a god independently, without the guidance of predecessors.
This kind of talent…
Even Qian Renxue, who would possess a divine-level martial soul and innate level 20 soul power in the future, and Tang San, who relied on the author’s cheat codes to skyrocket his strength, were far inferior.
But this affection level…
Should he really say his predecessor simp’d until his dying breath, only to end up with nothing?
In Bibi Dong’s eyes, he didn’t even meet the passing mark.
As for Yu Xiaogang…
aging prematurely.
As a Spirit Master, his physical appearance actually looked older than his actual age.
And then there was his extreme arrogance born out of deep inferiority.
Not surprisingly, he felt inferior and jealous of Qin Xuan’s talent, and held contempt for the fact that Qin Xuan hadn’t managed to court Bibi Dong while he, Yu Xiaogang, had succeeded.
But this age gap…
Bibi Dong was 23, and Yu Xiaogang was 22, one year younger.
Qin Xuan vaguely remembered that during the Continental Advanced Spirit Academy Elite Tournament, Bibi Dong was around fifty, Qian Renxue was twenty-four, and Tang San was fifteen.
That meant Bibi Dong gave birth to Qian Renxue when she was twenty-five or twenty-six.
Excluding the ten months of pregnancy, there were at most three years, perhaps even just two, before Bibi Dong would be forced by Qian Xunji.
It seemed his time was running out.
Yu Xiaogang glanced at Bibi Dong, offered a noncommittal smile, and pulled out a book with an animal skin cover.
It bore the five large words “Spirit Hall Top Secret” and a Six-Winged Angel emblem.
He began to read it quietly.
But Bibi Dong wanted to pester him, making conversation out of nothing.
“Xiaogang, who do you think was cultivating here?”
Yu Xiaogang closed the book, walked over to the deep trench with an unfathomable expression, and touched the scorched earth.
A flash of jealousy darted through his eyes.
Then, swiftly changing to a look of profound wisdom, he answered, “This trench was likely cleaved by a sharp weapon, and the soil has scorch marks.
Combining this with the radius of destruction, barring any accidents, it should be that Qin Xuan, the one exceptionally taken in as a disciple by the two great consecrates, Qianjun and Xiangmo.”
Bibi Dong cupped her hands and leaned in close to Yu Xiaogang, bringing a waft of fragrant wind with her, her eyes full of admiring stars.
“Wow, Xiaogang, you’re amazing!
To be able to deduce who did it just from the marks left at the scene…
I believe you’ll definitely become a great Grandmaster of Theory in the future!”
In truth, she had already guessed who it was.
She just knew Yu Xiaogang felt inferior and was trying to find ways to build his confidence.
The trench was obviously caused by a sword or saber-type martial soul.
And it left scorch marks.
Looking at the entirety of Spirit Hall, there was only one person: Qin Xuan, the wielder of the Changming Sword, a martial soul that sealed the ancient divergent beast Vermillion Bird and contained the dual attributes of thunder and fire.
“Hehe…” Yu Xiaogang’s stiff face broke into a slight smile, and a long-lost sense of pride instantly surged in his heart.
“These are just basic theoretical deductions.
I still have a long way to go before becoming a Grandmaster of Theory.”
Just as he was about to answer Bibi Dong with this, a clear male voice suddenly rang out from deep within the forest: “It seems you know quite a lot.”
Accompanied by the sound of unhurried footsteps, Qin Xuan stepped forward.
“Qin Xuan?
What are you doing here?” Bibi Dong immediately stepped in front of Yu Xiaogang.
The book in his hand was Spirit Hall’s top secret.
It contained Spirit Hall’s greatest secrets: the Six-Winged Angel martial soul and the inherited Angel Suit spirit bones.
Only the Pope and the consecrates were allowed to read it.
She had begged Qian Xunji for a long time before she was granted permission to view it.
If someone found out she had secretly brought it out and given it to Yu Xiaogang, and reported it to the Pope, Yu Xiaogang would be in massive trouble.
But Yu Xiaogang was completely oblivious to this right now.
To protect Yu Xiaogang’s pitiful pride, Bibi Dong hadn’t explained the importance of the book.
She just told him it was an ordinary text.
Of course, even if he had known, Yu Xiaogang wouldn’t have refused it; he just would have read it secretly.
“What do you think?” Qin Xuan acted as if he hadn’t noticed the book in Yu Xiaogang’s hand.
He glanced sideways at the trench and replied casually.
Bibi Dong felt that the Qin Xuan in front of her seemed to have changed.
He was different from before; he wasn’t acting subservient or trying to curry favor.
But she didn’t care.
The most pressing issue was to leave this place.
She couldn’t let him see the book in Yu Xiaogang’s hands.