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The room fell silent, leaving Qian Renxue alone.
No longer suppressing the fury in her heart, she abruptly flicked her wrist, tossing the book aside. She walked to the window and looked south toward the horizon of Heaven Dou City—toward the direction of Spirit Hall—and spoke with deep resentment.
"Am I even your daughter? You have never shown me a shred of care or affection, yet that girl has only been there for a few days and she's already your disciple."
Qian Renxue couldn't help but recall the past.
For as long as her memories stretched, her mother had loathed her, as if she were a piece of filth, unwilling to let her close. No matter what efforts she made, all she received in return was a cold, piercing gaze.
When she was six years old, she awakened the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul with an unprecedented Innate Rank 20 Soul Power. Even her grandfather, the Grand Worship of Spirit Hall, had only awakened with Innate Rank 19.
Her grandfather was overjoyed and placed immense expectations on her. From that day on, she became the focus of the entire Douluo Consecration Hall and her father. But when she took those results to see that woman, there was no anticipated joy or praise.
Instead, she was met with gut-wrenching disgust and a merciless slap across the face.
She hated that woman.
Born into the Angel Clan of Spirit Hall, inheriting the Six-Winged Angel soul, possessing Innate Rank 20 power—she had almost everything, yet she lacked the one thing she craved: the bond between mother and daughter.
She didn't understand why, from the very moment of her birth, that woman had utterly hated her. No matter what she did, she could never earn her recognition. If it were possible, she truly wished she had been born into an ordinary family.
Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, eight months had passed since Ling Xiao's second Martial Soul class.
In another month, Ling Xiao would turn seven.
In the training grounds beside the arena behind the Spirit Academy teaching building, Ling Xiao held the Profound Sky Axe.
His breathing was somewhat ragged.
Opposite him stood Xie Yue, looking perfectly composed. After this period of cultivation, Ling Xiao's Soul Power had reached Rank 15.
Xie Yue and Yan had both broken through to Rank 20 some time ago and successfully obtained suitable Soul Rings. Currently, Xie Yue had reached Rank 22, and his strength was far greater than before.
Xie Yue held his Moon Blades and looked at the numerous tears in Ling Xiao's clothes, beneath which several faint bloodstains were visible. Even though he had tried his best to control the blades, he had still nicked him a few times.
He asked, "Ling Xiao, do you want to continue?"
Without hesitation, Ling Xiao nodded.
"Brother Xie Yue, continue. I can still hold on."
"Fine."
Xie Yue didn't waste words; he was never a talkative person.
Channeling his Soul Power, a yellow Soul Ring emitting intense energy fluctuations emerged—the second Soul Ring he had recently obtained.
"Second Soul Skill: Crescent Blades, Combine!"
He gripped the handles of the Moon Blades and joined them at his chest.
As the skill activated, silver light erupted. The two Moon Blades merged perfectly, the middle handle vanishing entirely, transforming into a massive crescent-shaped blade. It radiated a silver glow, and its sharp aura was bone-chilling.
The Crescent Blade floated above Xie Yue's palm.
With a mere thought from Xie Yue, it moved gracefully, turning into a streak of silver light that circled his body. It was incredibly agile, much like how the cultivators in the myths of Ling Xiao's past life controlled magic treasures.
Xie Yue swept his arm forward.
"Go."
With a flick of his mind, the Crescent Blade immediately began to spin, transforming into a silver moon-wheel that flew through the air like a silver flash.
The silver light arrived in the blink of an eye.
Ling Xiao exerted force in his arms, swinging his axe toward the Crescent Blade.
However, his strike hit nothing but air.
Just as it reached him, the crescent shifted its attack under Xie Yue's control, carving a graceful arc. Its speed was so great that it bypassed the Profound Sky Axe, flew past Ling Xiao's side, and came back at him from the flank.
"Not good!"
Noticing the change in the Crescent Blade's trajectory, Ling Xiao hurriedly shifted his axe.
By a hair's breadth, he finally blocked it.
With a loud clack, the crescent was knocked away.
However, it didn't go far; it was more like a tactical retreat. The Crescent Blade spun in the air and attacked once more. Under Xie Yue's control, this silver moon attacked relentlessly. It was blazingly fast and extremely versatile—fast as lightning and cunning as a spirit snake.
Ling Xiao was exhausted just trying to parry.
Before long, more tears appeared in his clothes.
"Phew!"
Black light surged from his right hand as he withdrew the Profound Sky Axe.
Ling Xiao was gasping for air, his hands braced against the ground.
"Alright, I can't keep this up."
At this moment, Ling Xiao's white clothes were tattered and full of holes.
If they were a bit dirtier, he could perfectly play the role of a beggar. Through the gaps in the fabric, many small wounds could be seen, constantly seeping blood. Forcing himself up, Ling Xiao sat on the ground.
Because the movement was too abrupt, it pulled at his wounds, causing him to hiss through his teeth in pain.
"Not bad, Ling Xiao. This time you blocked 57 of my strikes before your stamina gave out. You're much stronger than when we started," Xie Yue said as he walked over.
"However, Ling Xiao, while I appreciate you helping me practice my control over the Crescent Blade, this is a bit too much suffering for you." Xie Yue noticed the messy wounds on Ling Xiao's body and spoke with a tone of concern.
His lips twitching from the pain, Ling Xiao shook his head. He slowly raised a hand and waved toward the high platform beside the arena. "Teacher, a little help here."
Zhou Yang, a Healing Soul Master on duty at the arena that day, sighed upon seeing the signal. He activated his Martial Soul and soul skills, sending out a beam of white light and a beam of green light.
As they landed on Ling Xiao, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed. His body felt a cool sensation, the pain gradually vanished, and the numerous wounds healed rapidly.
"Even though I'm looking for trouble by doing this, opponents who are fast and have high attack power counter me to a certain extent. I need to learn how to deal with such attack methods," Ling Xiao explained.
"It's just that, through these practices, I've realized something. Sometimes it's not that I don't notice the Moon Blades' attack, but I can't move the Profound Sky Axe fast enough to block it. My consciousness keeps up, but my body can't. Is it because my physical strength is too weak?"
"Actually, your physical strength isn't weak among Tool Soul Masters. When I was at your level, my strength wasn't necessarily greater than yours."
"This is because your Profound Sky Axe is a heavy-type Tool Martial Soul. It is inherently much heavier than my Moon Blades, so your swings will naturally appear slower. This is a characteristic shared by all owners of heavy-type Tool Martial Souls."
"Regardless of how strong the soul is, at the same level, while a heavy Tool Martial Soul has powerful explosive force, its massive weight makes it difficult for the Soul Master to handle, leading to slow execution. As they say, you gain some and you lose some. It's a flaw that isn't really a flaw."
Hearing Xie Yue's words, Ling Xiao felt a bit confused.
If heavy-type Tool Martial Souls had such a disadvantage, why didn't Tang San show it when using the Clear Sky Hammer?
Through his studies and cultivation during this time, although he hadn't seen the Clear Sky Hammer in person yet, he believed the Profound Sky Axe was not inferior to it. The two should be comparable.
Yet, Tang San never experienced this phenomenon when using the Clear Sky Hammer. On the contrary, he would often shamelessly shout that the Clear Sky Hammer countered all Tool Martial Souls and all Power Attack System Martial Souls.
He acted as if his family's soul was the number one in the world, just one step away from saying it countered every soul in existence—as if the heavens had specifically looked upon the Tang family with favor.
It was simply laughable.
Even the Angel Clan, which possessed the Six-Winged Angel soul under special circumstances, only said their soul was extremely powerful and stood above the vast majority of souls in the world; they never claimed it absolutely countered others.
Even with the darkness attribute, if the opponent's dark power is strong enough, boundless darkness can swallow the light and cause an angel to fall.
There is no such thing as absolute countering in this world. Yet, look at Tang San—no matter how much higher his opponent's cultivation was or what category their soul belonged to, he could always spout that the Clear Sky Hammer countered them.
It was enough to make one's teeth fall out from laughing.
If the Clear Sky Hammer was that amazing, why even bother being a human's Martial Soul?
It could have just developed its own consciousness, cultivated, and become a God on its own.
Why would it even need Tang San?
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