"I said, it was clearly your own fault for not looking ahead while walking and bumping into someone while chatting with your friend. Now you're not only turning around and blaming them, but you're also making them kneel down and apologize to you. Don't you think that's hypocritical?"
A childish, displeased voice suddenly interrupted.
Qian Yuelong, who was about to make a move, paused.
The middle-aged man, who had been lying down, felt his knees being supported by an invisible force, and slowly straightened up.
"who?"
Lin Anyang frowned and looked toward the source of the sound.
A little girl, about five years old, wearing a pale yellow bubble dress and with neat, short hair, stood next to a middle-aged man in a white Soul Master robe. She was holding onto the man's sleeve with one hand and looking at them with a face full of resentment.
Annoyance flashed in Gu Qianqian's eyes. Her delicate tone changed, and a hint of displeasure appeared on her beautiful face. Just as she was about to scold this young girl for meddling, Lin Anyang grabbed her wrist.
"Brother Anyang?"
Lin Anyang's impatience turned into a serious expression. He gestured for Gu Qianqian to look at the seven-tiered pagoda emblem embroidered with gold and silver threads on the white-robed soul master's chest, and cautiously said, "This is a matter between us and him, and it seems to have nothing to do with you, does it?"
"I don't like your behavior, so I want to interfere, so what?" The little girl snorted, facing them without any fear.
A small circle immediately cleared around the little girl and the white-robed soul master, and Qian Yuelong also moved to the side with the crowd.
Inquisitive and surprised gazes frequently fell upon them.
Those who also recognized the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's insignia were assessing their identities.
After Lin Anyang reminded her that she was from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Gu Qianqian calmed down and began to recall whether there was a white-robed soul master man among the direct and collateral branches of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
They couldn't sense the white-robed man's soul power level, which meant he was definitely above a Great Soul Master. The fact that he dared to confront them with such confidence could only mean that this man held some status within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
As for the little girl who was tugging at his sleeve, Gu Qianqian simply ignored her.
The little girl, whose soul power fluctuations I didn't sense at all, probably hasn't even awakened her martial soul yet. It's obvious they were just an elder taking the child out for a stroll and happened to run into them.
Hearing the little girl's arrogant words, Gu Qianqian, who had been pampered since childhood and had never had her face slapped like this before, immediately changed her expression. Her tone turned cold, and she spoke with a hint of threat: "Are you sure you want to interfere in our affairs?"
What about the people of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?
A stranger, whose lineage was unclear—whether she was from a collateral branch or an ordinary clan—her father was a member of the Heavenly Dou noble family! Her cousin was even related to the Heavenly Eagle Sect by marriage!
Seeing Gu Qianqian's mocking yet threatening face, the little girl's rebellious spirit flared up. She stomped her foot and said, "I'm going to take care of this today! What are you going to do about it? You go first, uncle, they definitely won't dare to do anything reckless!"
The middle-aged man who was called out looked at the little girl with a helpless and bewildered expression.
Gu Qianqian's spoiled princess temper also flared up.
She broke free from Lin Anyang's grasp, and the pressure of a Great Soul Master immediately fell upon the middle-aged man who had no soul power. She said coldly, "You dare to try and leave? I'll make you all pay!"
She didn't use her Soul Master aura to make things difficult for the white-robed Soul Masters.
There's only one reason why you can't sense the soul power level of others: the soul power level of the soul master next to that little girl is definitely higher than hers.
She wouldn't do anything that would only bring her trouble.
Even if a middle-aged man is good at physical labor, he is still just an ordinary person. How could he withstand the pressure of a level 20+ Soul Master?
As the invisible pressure of his soul descended, a suffocating feeling, as if he were drowning, imprisoned him.
The middle-aged man was about to collapse to his knees, unable to hold on any longer. The white-robed soul master frowned and was about to intervene to dispel Gu Qianqian's soul power pressure when another deep, silent aura dispelled Gu Qianqian's pressure first.
Like casually flicking away a tiny ant crawling on the back of her hand, Gu Qianqian's mind exploded with a buzzing sound. She was backfired by the pressure of the soul power she had pushed back, and her rosy cheeks turned pale in an instant. She groaned and staggered back two steps before being supported by the quick-thinking Lin Anyang.
"Akane——"
"Rongrong, what's wrong?"
Another smiling male voice suddenly rang out.
Lin Anyang's voice suddenly stopped.
He and Gu Qianqian were like ducks with their necks being choked, a terrifying and eerie aura locking them in.
It was as if they were standing in front of a dark and deep abyss, frozen by the terrifying aura emanating from it. A sense of death swept over them, but they couldn't even tremble. They could only stare wide-eyed at the handsome black-haired man in a black robe approaching with a cute little rabbit in his hand.
"Grandpa Bone!" The little girl's eyes lit up, and she let go of the white-robed soul master's hand and ran towards the black-robed man.
The white-robed soul master, left behind, bowed slightly to the black-robed man, clearly indicating that the black-robed man was of a higher status than him.
"What's wrong? Who bullied Rongrong?"
The man in the black robe touched the little girl who was clinging to his leg and asked again calmly.
Beneath that slow, leisurely tone were Gu Qianqian and Lin Anyang, their pupils suddenly contracting and sweat pouring down their faces.
Strong, truly strong!
This person is actually a Soul Master even more powerful than that white-robed Soul Master!
Qian Yuelong looked at the smiling man in black robes and a shiver ran through her.
Rongrong
Isn't that the name of Ning Rongrong, the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, one of the main characters?
She wondered how someone so young could have the confidence to leave the clan's territory and not be afraid of being bullied outside.
I've heard that Sword Douluo Chen Xin always appears in spotless white robes and has a cold personality; he would never appear with a smile.
What's more, the little girl Ning Rongrong just called out the title "Grandpa Bone".
The man who posed such a strong threat to her could only be another Title Douluo from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School—Bone Douluo Gu Rong!
With a powerful backer in her life, the little girl perked up immediately. After recounting the whole story, she tugged at the black-robed man's sleeve and complained, "Grandpa Bone, Grandpa Bone, she even said she was going to make us pay!"
"Eh? Is that so?" The man in black robes drawled, his narrow eyes looking at the two who were unable to move. "You want our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to look good? What kind of good looks? I really want to know."
The invisible pressure spreads outwards like undulating tides.
Many of the onlookers who had stopped to watch began to have second thoughts and were pulling their companions away.
As everyone knows, the spectacle of the strong is not something everyone can witness.
Qian Yuelong, who was mingling in the crowd, hesitated for a moment, but still followed the retreating crowd. After walking a dozen meters, she changed her clothes, put on the Moon Shadow Veil, and squatted down next to a vendor's stall who wanted to watch the excitement but was afraid of getting involved and hadn't moved his stall for a long time. She then peered into the direction where the conflict had occurred.
—A side note—
One more chapter to go. I've only managed to scrape together half a chapter at a snail's pace. I'm desperate. Please come back during the day, my darlings. (Painful Mask)
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