Chapter 44 Thousand Cypress Swords Point at the Spirit Hall! One Sword Suppresses Chrysanthemum Demon! Two Great Titles!
A captivating blush crept onto Qian Renxue's cheeks, and even the corners of her delicate eyes were tinged with a charming blush.
Qian Daobai seemed to notice her unusual behavior, and his grip on her hand caused him to pause slightly in guiding his swordplay.
He lowered his head and moved even closer.
The warm breath almost brushed against her earlobe.
"What's wrong?"
"Your face is so red."
Qian Renxue's heart skipped a beat, and her body tensed up.
She instinctively tried to break free, but the large hand held her even tighter.
"No...it's nothing."
She answered somewhat haltingly, her gaze darting nervously elsewhere, avoiding eye contact with the person behind her.
"It's just... it's just a bit hot."
Qian Daobai chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest clearly transmitted to Qian Renxue's senses through their closely pressed backs.
"Yeah?"
"I think it's quite cool in this courtyard."
He released his grip and took a step back.
The oppressive feeling that made her feel uneasy vanished instantly, and Qian Renxue couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
She turned away, not daring to look Qian Daobai in the eye, and simply lowered her head, speaking softly.
"Master, I...I'll practice it one more time."
"No need."
Qian Daobai walked to the stone table, sat down again, and picked up the cup of tea that had cooled slightly.
"Your swordsmanship has taken shape, but it still lacks intent."
"These things can't be rushed; you need to understand them slowly."
"Yes, Master."
Qian Renxue respectfully responded and sheathed her longsword.
Qian Daobai looked at her and spoke slowly.
"Go pack your things."
"We should set off too."
Qian Renxue was slightly taken aback.
"Where are you going, Master?"
"The Spirit Hall".
Qian Daobai's answer was concise and clear.
A complex mix of emotions welled up in Qian Renxue's heart.
Anticipation, nervousness, and a touch of trepidation.
"yes!"
"Master, I'll be done soon."
She turned around and walked briskly back to her room.
Qian Daobai gazed at her slender back, picked up his teacup, and drank the remaining tea in one gulp.
Before long, Qian Renxue finished packing and came out carrying a small bag.
She changed into a practical outfit that accentuated her long, straight legs, giving her a graceful figure that combined both strength and charm.
"Master, I'm all better now."
Qian Daobai stood up.
Let's go.
The two left the small courtyard where they were staying, one after the other, and headed towards the city gate of Luoyun City.
...
Outside Luoyun City, on the official road.
Qian Daobai and Qian Renxue walked side by side, about to embark on their journey to the Spirit Hall.
Just then, two figures appeared silently in the middle of the road in front of them, like ghosts.
The woman on the left has a graceful figure and a beautiful face. If it weren't for her prominent Adam's apple, one would almost mistake her for a stunning beauty.
He wore a magnificent golden robe, a golden chrysanthemum blooming between his fingers, and a playful smile played on his lips.
The person on the right was completely shrouded in a black cloak, obscuring his face and revealing only a pair of cold, sinister eyes. He exuded an aura of deathly stillness that kept strangers at bay.
Qian Daobai stopped walking.
Qian Renxue's pupils contracted sharply the moment she saw the two of them.
She knew these two people!
Elders of the Spirit Hall: Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei!
How did they get here?
"stop."
The man in black robes, Ghost Douluo, spoke first.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's alluring eyes swept over Qian Daobai from head to toe.
He couldn't help but chuckle when he saw Qian Daobai's excessively young face, and said in his unique, somewhat high-pitched voice.
"Hey, old man, are you sure it's this young man?"
"So young, yet they want both of us to go together."
"Your Holiness, aren't you overestimating him?"
Ghost Douluo gave him a cold glance.
"Moon Pass".
"Just remember the message from His Holiness the Pope and do as he says."
Chrysanthemum Douluo curled his lip, seemingly unconvinced.
Ghost Douluo ignored him, his cold eyes fixed firmly on Qian Daobai.
"A swift and decisive victory."
"We still need to go and rescue that guy Yu Xiaogang."
When Chrysanthemum Douluo heard the name "Yu Xiaogang," his smile widened even more.
"Okay, okay."
He stretched and flicked the chrysanthemum with his fingers.
"Then I'll make the first move and finish him off quickly so we can report back to His Holiness the Pope."
Qian Renxue's heart jumped into her throat instantly.
She instinctively grabbed Qian Daobai's arm, even though she knew her master's strength was unfathomable.
Yet, even facing these two renowned titled Douluo, she still felt a primal sense of unease.
Her body leaned slightly forward, and her exquisite curves, outlined by her tight-fitting clothes, made her even more breathtaking.
"Master, these two people… are both Title Douluo level."
Her voice was low and tinged with nervousness.
Qian Daobai turned his head and glanced at her.
"rest assured."
His tone remained as calm and nonchalant as ever.
After saying that, he gently patted Qian Renxue's hand that was gripping his arm to reassure her, and then slowly stepped forward.
Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at Qian Daobai, who had taken the initiative to walk up to him, and the smile on his lips became even more contemptuous.
"The little guy does have some guts."
"Too bad you ran into the two of us. You're unlucky."
Before he finished speaking, he flicked his fingertips, and his soul power instantly condensed.
A golden blade made of pure soul power appeared out of thin air, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound as it slashed fiercely toward Qian Daobai's chest.
Qian Renxue's heart clenched instantly.
However, Qian Daobai didn't even lift his eyelids in the face of this powerful blow.
He simply stood there and casually waved his hand.
It's like swatting away an annoying fly.
"Bang!"
The golden blade, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, exploded out of thin air several meters away from Qian Daobai's body, turning into specks of golden light and dissipating into the air.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's smile froze.
For the first time, a hint of surprise appeared in his charming peach blossom eyes.
This young man...
How could he so easily deflect his own attack?
"That's interesting."
Chrysanthemum Douluo dropped his disdain and his expression became slightly serious.
"It seems I underestimated you."
His soul power began to be released without reservation.
Golden light flowed around him.
"However, the game ends here."
He gave a soft shout, and the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum in his hand shone brightly.
Countless tiny golden petals, resembling chrysanthemums, burst forth from the enormous chrysanthemum, spreading across the sky and creating a golden storm that completely enveloped the Thousand Cypress Trees.
Each petal contains an extremely sharp cutting force.
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