After having lunch at a roadside stall, Qian Yuelong took a quick step and turned back to the Martial Soul Arena.

To Qian Yuelong's surprise, there were a lot of people gathered in the hall at this time. Apart from a few Soul Masters moving around, almost everyone was standing in small groups, waiting to move to the side after successfully registering for the team battle Soul at the service desk.

Then, Qian Yuelong heard various shouts and raps from the group led by the guild leader:

"Our Soul Master team is on a three-game winning streak and we're missing one player! We're looking for a support-type Soul Master! A Grand Soul Master is fine too! Win and you get your reward, lose and you get 2 Gold Soul Coins! Money for goods, money for goods, absolutely guaranteed!"

"Solo team, single Soul Masters, come quickly! Minimum Soul Power requirement: 25. We have healers but no support, and defenders but no attackers! No team penalty for losing, just think it through."

"The Hard-Handed Team with No Battle Records currently has a control-type Soul Master captain and an agility-type Soul Master teammate. We are recruiting 4 Soul Masters with a battle record of 25 or more. We do not need healing Soul Masters!"

"We're looking for a powerful offensive Soul Master! If you come, you'll be our leader!"

Seven is one short? That's an eight-person team. Oh right, in the Martial Arts Arena, the team size only needs to be between 7 and 10 people, and the teams you're matched with don't necessarily have the same number of people; it's just a matter of luck.

Qian Yuelong was dazzled by the dazzling shouts in front of her, feeling as if she had returned to her previous life. However, after listening carefully to their shouts, she realized that there were differences.

Hmm, the one with a three-game winning streak is worth considering. The second solo team has a healer but no support, and a defender but no offensive force. It's not very reliable, so let's pass on it.

The Tough Guys Team... Hmm, lolis aren't good enough for that. But, is the 25+ individual wins based on solo battles or total battles?

The people here seem really shrewd.

Standing by the gate, Qian Yuelong had an expression as if she had just opened the door to a new world. When the Soul Masters who passed by her saw such a small child, some cast curious glances, while others, Soul Venerables, noticed Qian Yuelong's Great Soul Master cultivation and cast inquisitive looks.

"Little sister, are you here looking for a team for group battles?"

A cheerful male voice rang out from behind.

Qian Yuelong turned her head and saw a tall man with strong features, dark brown hair, wearing a gray-black outfit.

Qian Yuelong, who hadn't been able to discern the man's soul power level, suddenly realized that the man who had taken the initiative to greet her had a higher soul power level than her, and was most likely a Soul Venerable.

Qian Yuelong tilted her head. "Is Uncle one too?"

The word "uncle" caught the man off guard. He looked at himself with disbelief and said, "You, you called me uncle?"

Unaware that anything was amiss, Qian Yuelong's eyes were filled with confusion. "Is something wrong, Uncle?"

Another "Uncle!"

The man felt as if a knife had been plunged into his heart. He took a deep breath and said with a distorted expression, "I may be tall and strong, but I'm only 22! You should call me brother!"

Qian Yuelong: "."

In their past lives, everyone had a face that grew younger the more they cultivated, but this face...

Qian Yuelong silently looked at the man's face, which appeared to be at least 30 years old, and said with innocent eyes, "Maybe... big brother, you give me just too much of a sense of security?"

That's a nice thing to hear.

The man brushed his hair from his forehead, and just as he was about to say something, another lazy voice drawled out—

"Come on, Lao Lei, stop trying to fool that young lady. Uncle is uncle, you've gained a generation for no reason, isn't that great?"

Qian Yuelong peeked out and saw a black-haired young man wearing a dark blue outfit speaking.

The black-haired youth had handsome features and a smile on his lips. When his eyes met Qian Yuelong's, his smile visibly deepened: "Hello, little sister."

"Hello, big brother." Qian Yuelong greeted him politely.

The man who had just been called "uncle" twitched his eyelids and looked at his friend with annoyance, "Finally decided to leave your golden nest?"

"I made an appointment with my older brother to start signing up for the team battle spirit after lunch. Isn't this the perfect time to form teammates?" The black-haired youth's gaze shifted from Qian Yuelong to his companions.

"You've finally arrived! We've been looking for you everywhere!"

A coquettish female voice came from inside, and the two adults and the child turned their heads almost simultaneously.

She glanced at the five people walking towards her, noting three familiar faces, then turned to look at the two people standing behind her, lost in thought.

Was she surrounded?

Among the five, Helan Shu, who also recognized Qian Yuelong, narrowed her eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "It's you!?"

Qian Yuelong blinked at the acquaintance she had beaten up that morning: "Hello."

Then, she greeted Shen He, who was walking at the very back and silently serving as a background figure.

Guan Feng, who was standing at the front, raised an eyebrow. He swallowed the words he was about to say to Qian Yuelong and asked with interest, "Xiao Shu, do you know her?"

Standing side by side with another slender, black-haired woman, Helan Shu suppressed her surprise and said in a complicated tone, "I don't really know her. She was my opponent in the one-on-one battle this morning. I didn't expect to run into her again."

Qian Yuelong sincerely apologized to Helan Shu, "I'm sorry about this morning. It was my first time participating in the Soul Battle Tournament, and I didn't control my strength well. I hit you a little too hard and hurt you like that."

Everyone here will be a talent for their Spirit Hall in the future!

Helan Shu choked, looking at Qian Yuelong's sincere and genuine apologetic face, thinking to herself that she might as well not apologize at all.

The black-haired woman chuckled and looked at Qian Yuelong with a smile, saying, "Little sister, you're really funny! Captain, since we haven't recruited any new teammates, how about we bring along a little sister?"

Guan Feng glanced at the black-haired woman, then looked at Qian Yuelong and extended an invitation: "Yuelong, would you like to join our team?"

Qian Yuelong looked around and asked in confusion, "But haven't you already met the requirements for a seven-person team battle?"

"That's how it is. But we always aim for eight and try to maintain seven. The ones who manage to keep a seven-person group are usually the initial groups. Later on, they'll realize that sometimes numbers are an advantage," the black-haired youth explained.

Qian Yuelong pondered for two seconds, making a final confirmation: "If you don't mind that I am a Great Soul Master, then it's fine."

Apart from Shen He and He Lan Shu, who had already reported their soul power levels, the others in this seven-person team had no way of sensing their soul power cultivation. They only knew that the others were stronger than themselves, which meant that they were all Soul Venerables.

A veteran team comprised entirely of Soul Masters. Hmm, they seem to have something special about them.

Guan Feng readily agreed, "No! Xiao Shu told us this morning after returning from the treatment room that your skills are worthy of our invitation to join. If you enjoy working with us, feel free to contact us regularly. My name is Guan Feng, the captain of the Black Chess Team. Black as in black, chess as in chess pieces. Welcome to join us!"