#120 - Lingyuan lying under the bed, Sword Servant - Douluo: Qianyue was reborn, I am her own brother

Chapter 120: Ling Yuan Under the Bed, Sword Attendant

Heaven Dou Empire, southwestern border, Holy Soul Village.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, with a hint of fish-belly white appearing in the eastern distance.

On a small hill adjacent to Holy Soul Village, a small, thin figure had already appeared.

It was a three-year-old child.

Having frequently endured the heat of the furnace, his skin was slightly dark, his short black hair was neat, and his clothes, though old, were clean.

Even at the age of three, he climbed the slope without any signs of panting or flushed face, appearing completely at ease.

Reaching the top of the hill, he sat down.

His eyes were fixed on the eastern horizon, slowly inhaling through his nose and then exhaling gradually.

He was practicing his unique breathing technique.

Suddenly, his eyes widened as a surge of purple energy erupted from the brightening horizon.

The appearance of the purple energy caused him to concentrate intensely.

Before long, as the purple energy in the east dissipated, the boy slowly closed his eyes.

A stream of white, impure air, like a bolt of white silk, was exhaled from his mouth, before slowly dissipating.

Opening his eyes again, a faint purple light flickered within them.

"It's time to go back."

Tang San glanced at the sky.

His small body leaped up and ran down the hill.

He had been in this world for three years already.

He started cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill when he was just over a year old, and he was still laying the foundation.

West side of Holy Soul Village.

At the entrance of the village, the three most dilapidated adobe houses were Tang San's home.

On the roof of the central adobe house was a wooden sign about one meter in diameter, with a crude hammer painted on it.

This was his family's blacksmith shop.

As the only blacksmith in the village, his family should not have been so poor.

But most of the meager income was spent on alcohol.

As soon as he entered the house.

Tang San could already smell the fragrant aroma of rice, the breakfast he had made himself.

Recently, even though he couldn't reach the stove, he had to take on this responsibility so that he could eat his fill.

Grabbing a broken bowl, stepping onto a stool, and opening the pot lid.

The fragrant aroma of rice wafted over, the porridge in the pot was already cooked until tender.

Carefully scooping out two bowls of porridge where you could count the grains of rice, placing them on the table, he called out towards the inner room:

"Dad, it's time to eat."

After a while.

The curtain of the inner room was lifted, and Tang Hao staggered out.

He raised his turbid eyes to look at Tang San.

His gaze was dull and yellow.

He raised a large hand to rub his messy bird's nest hair, and some crumbs fell onto the table.

Tang San couldn't help but frown.

But he didn't say much, he didn't want to be kicked, Tang Hao didn't wash his feet.

He didn't want his face rubbed raw either.

From the moment he opened his eyes until now, Tang San didn't know what fatherly love was.

Tang Hao had never cared about him.

The family was so poor, they didn't even have decent tables and chairs, and eating was a problem.

The main reason was that Tang Hao used the meager blacksmith income to buy alcohol.

But Tang San wasn't annoyed.

He didn't want to explore anything, nor did he want Tang Hao to change anything.

This was fine, he could cultivate every day.

Without worrying about being discovered by Tang Hao.

Tang Hao swallowed the hot porridge in large gulps, seemingly unable to feel the temperature.

The corner of his eye was fixed on Tang San.

After drinking, he went back to the room.

...

The sun was shining brightly in Wuhun City.

Surrounded by trees, within a secluded, shady training ground, sat a handsome young man.

He was dressed in white.

A long sword made of refined iron was stuck in the ground beside him.

His handsome, childish face was covered with some glistening beads of sweat.

Fallen leaves fluttered down, landing on his shoulders.

Having finished practicing his sword, Qian Renxue had been sitting under the tree cultivating for a long time.

A refreshing breeze blew.

But a strange soul power fluctuation completely blocked those gentle breezes.

Buzz!

The fallen leaves on his shoulders suddenly flew up.

Soul power poured out from Qian Renxue's body, surging and powerful.

"Hoo ~"

Letting out a long breath, Qian Renxue opened his eyes, revealing a smile.

"Now Mom should agree, right?"

"Congratulations, Your Highness the Holy Son, on breaking through level 50. This is a record-breaking achievement."

A clear and gentle voice sounded in Qian Renxue's ear.

"The record for Soul Kings was set by elder sister. I'm far from that."

Qian Renxue shook his head.

Thinking that he could go see Qian Renxue, the smile on his face widened.

He raised his head to look towards the place where the voice came from.

He was immediately stunned, his fair and handsome face turned slightly red, and he helplessly supported his forehead and lowered his head.

He complained, "Sister Ling Yuan, don't stand so high when you're wearing a skirt."

"Pfft."

Some giggling came from the tree.

Ling Yuan Douluo was wearing a black dress fluttering in the wind, leaning against the tree trunk, holding her arms and supporting her chest.

Her face was flushed, and she looked down at Qian Renxue.

A smile was on her lips: "Your subordinate obeys, Your Honorable Highness the Holy Son."

As soon as the words fell.

Ling Yuan Douluo landed gracefully, picked up the long sword, and knelt on one knee.

Respectfully said:

"Your Highness, your sword."

"..."

Qian Renxue rolled his eyes.

"Sister Ling Yuan, I've told you many times, you don't always have to salute."

"That won't do, His Majesty will not be pleased."

Ling Yuan Douluo gently shook her head, her full and exquisite body swaying slightly.

Her brown eyes were filled with tenderness.

"Although His Highness the Holy Son is very kind to his subordinate, one thing is one thing."

"Even so, it's too much."

Qian Renxue curled his lips, quickly stood up and put away the long sword.

"Pfft, I think it's just right."

Ling Yuan chuckled, slowly stood up, and took off the coat that Qian Renxue had hung on the tree.

"Your Highness, are you going to the Pope's Palace next?"

"Yes, I should go hunt for soul rings after breaking through level 50. I'll discuss it with Mom first."

Qian Renxue smiled and nodded slightly.

A gentle breeze blew, and his waist-length golden hair fluttered, the sweat on his handsome face had already dried.

His high nose and facial features were very three-dimensional, even though he was still childish, he was still tough.

He was nearly 1.8 meters tall, slender, and well-proportioned.

Ling Yuan Douluo couldn't help but be a little stunned, and smoothed the hair on the side of her face.

His Highness's smile is really pleasing.

"Let's go, Sister Ling Yuan. You have to help me say good things then."

Qian Renxue smiled and walked in front, looking back at Ling Yuan for help.

A look of difficulty flashed across Ling Yuan Douluo's beautiful face.

She smiled wryly: "Your Highness, don't make things difficult for Ling Yuan. It's enough for His Majesty to sentence me to death for helping you hide the use of your martial soul."

"Oh, okay."

Qian Renxue smiled guiltily.

"In any case, I still want to thank Sister Ling Yuan for practicing swords with me."

"This is what your subordinate should do."

Ling Yuan Douluo smiled, holding Qian Renxue's clothes and following behind.

In the past two years.

Rather than saying that Ling Yuan was a bodyguard, it would be better to say that she was a sword attendant, a sister, or something similar.

From that day.

When Qian Renxue woke up from his lunch break, he found Ling Yuan lying on the ground under the bed.

Her protection could only be carried out openly.

Naturally, there were more things she could do.

Accompanying him in practice, chatting, taking care of him, and even blatantly monitoring him.