Douluo Dalu: Qian Renxue's Younger Brother

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At noon, the sun shone brightly.

Qian Renjue was being fed by two women.

Far outside Heaven Dou City, in a small town, wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys.

Inside the town, the buildings were mostly in the form of towers.

Especially the one in the center of the city, which stood tall, beautiful, and grand.

This tower was divided into seven layers in total.

It looked resplendent and glittered under the sunlight, adorned with brilliant, dazzling light.

Incorporating elements of traditional Chinese architecture, it featured hexagonal flying eaves.

The tower reached into the sky, symbolizing its unshakable authority on the continent.

This tower-like structure was modeled after the first auxiliary martial spirit on the continent.

This was the location of one of the top three sects—the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan!

Between the towers were lush green spaces filled with rare and exotic flowers, fully displaying the wealth and heritage of the sect.

On a small hillside covered in Blue Silver Grass.

A gentle breeze blew.

A cloth was spread on the ground, with food boxes placed on it.

Sweet pastries were arranged, alongside various colorful and exquisite toys.

Next to the cloth sat a little girl in a white dress, kneeling.

Her neat, ear-length short hair framed her petite and delicate face.

Her skin was as tender as a peach.

She had an air of nobility, looking like a well-educated aristocratic girl.

She giggled, her silver-bell-like laughter filling the air.

Her soft smile brightened every inch of sunlight and grass around her.

The girl suddenly raised her head, holding a bowl of food in her hands.

She smiled sweetly and said:

"Grandpa Bones, look! This is osmanthus jelly that Rongrong made by herself!"

"Try it and see if it's tasty!"

In front of the girl sat a middle-aged man, his shoulders covered in bone armor.

He had short black hair and a kind face.

His frame was extraordinarily large, even while sitting, it was clear he stood well over two meters tall.

He was none other than one of the two titled Douluos of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan

He was Bone Douluo, Gu Rong!

Looking at the bowl of osmanthus jelly the girl had simply mashed and soaked in water, Bone Douluo's face was filled with laughter and affection.

"Haha, good, good!"

Bone Douluo laughed heartily, using his large hand to grasp the small bowl.

"Since Princess Rongrong made it, Grandpa will surely have a taste."

"Heehee, Rongrong likes Grandpa Bones the most!"

"Haha, Old Sword, did you hear that? Rongrong said she likes me the most."

"…"

The pink-haired girl beamed with joy, her innocence and happiness written all over her young face.

But suddenly, the sun's glare became too harsh, causing sweat to bead on her forehead.

She pouted and said in a delicate voice:

"Grandpa Bones, Grandpa Bones! Rongrong is hot! Use your martial spirit to cool me off, please."

"Goo~hahaha, alright, alright, anything for you."

Bone Douluo swallowed the somewhat dry but juicy osmanthus jelly, wiped his mouth, and raised his hand to provide a large shaded area for Ning Rongrong.

'Release'

A terrfying wave of soul power emitted from Bone Douluo, and it quickly formed into a dragon but without its flesh

The Bone Dragon Martial Spirit spread over the hillside, casting a large shadow.

"Ahaha, Grandpa Bones is the best!"

Ning Rongrong clapped her little hands happily, opened her arms, and ran toward Bone Douluo.

"Haha, Uncle Bone, you'll spoil Rongrong like this."

A gentle voice came from nearby.

Two figures stood not far away.

The speaker was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties.

He had a handsome and scholarly appearance.

His long robe was spotless, and his smooth black hair flowed down, with glasses perched on his nose, giving him a refined and gentle look.

The other person had snow-white robes, white hair, and a simple yet ancient appearance.

His face was as smooth as a baby's, with an indifferent expression, standing there exuding a feeling of supremacy.

These two were none other than Ning Fengzhi, the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan, and the man known as the strongest attacker on the continent, Sword Douluo Chen Xin!

"Hoho, Fengzhi, Rongrong is still young, so it's only natural to pamper her."

Sword Douluo's sharp eyes softened as he looked at Ning Rongrong.

Then he turned to Ning Fengzhi.

"By the way, Fengzhi, you seem troubled again. Is it because of the intelligence we just received?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly, unable to hide the weariness between his brows.

"It's about the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Qian Renjue, who was reportedly seen at the Heaven Treasure Restaurant."

"Oh? Has the Pope finally allowed him to show himself?"

Sword Douluo's eyes gleamed sharply.

The fact that the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall had never left Spirit City wasn't much of a secret among these powerful forces.

They assumed Bibi Dong, his master, was protecting her mentor's bloodline.

"Should we investigate further?" Sword Douluo asked softly.

"No need," Ning Fengzhi shook his head, his eyes flashing with insight.

"If it were truly something important, why would he appear so openly at the Heaven Treasure Restaurant?"

"That's true."

Sword Douluo nodded in agreement.

"Besides, I really don't want to provoke the Spirit Hall," Ning Fengzhi sighed bitterly.

If peace could be maintained, why would he go to such lengths?

Unfortunately, considering what happened with the Clear Sky Clan, the Spirit Hall seemed more inclined toward eliminating its enemies completely.

"You're the sect leader; these are things you must consider," Sword Douluo said.

"I'm merely the Sword of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan, your supporter."

Sword Douluo understood the burden on Ning Fengzhi's shoulders.

At such a young age, Ning Fengzhi had to navigate through various forces, and he had done exceptionally well.

All he could do was offer unconditional support.

"I say, Fengzhi, he's just a junior. Why be so concerned?" Bone Douluo suddenly stood up.

"Uncle Bone, I just have a feeling that he's not simple," Ning Fengzhi said worriedly.

"Last year, during the Soul Master Tournament, I saw him when he was only thirteen, yet he was already the leader of the Spirit Hall team."

"He could very well be a Soul King by now."

Bone Douluo's expression showed admiration and puzzlement.

"A thirteen-year-old Soul King? That's indeed a genius, but isn't it a bit early for you to worry?"

"Early?" Ning Fengzhi shook his head, gazing into the distance.

"For forces like ours, inheritance is of utmost importance, yet my Seven Treasures still depends on you and Uncle Sword."

"…"

Bone Douluo fell silent.

It seemed like an unsolvable issue. Both he and Sword Douluo were solitary figures, without any suitable successors.

"Grandpa Sword, quick!"

"Lend me your Seven Kill Sword to open this can and chop vegetables, okay?"

Ning Rongrong's voice rang out.

She looked up in confusion, arms outstretched, laughing playfully at Sword Douluo.

"Haha."

Sword Douluo glanced at the food on the ground and shook his head with a smile.

Even though the "vegetables" Ning Rongrong referred to were just the various pastries, he didn't refuse.

"Of course, Rongrong. Whatever you need, Grandpa Sword will oblige."

"Haha, thank you, Grandpa Sword."

Ning Rongrong was overjoyed and grabbed Sword Douluo's hand.

She then tilted her head and looked at Ning Fengzhi, blinking her round eyes in confusion.

"Daddy, who is Qian Renjue? Is he powerful? Is he stronger than Grandpa Sword?"

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