Chapter 4 Qian Renxue becomes an apprentice! Calling him "Grandpa"!
Qian Daobai sheathed "Slay Evil," the ancient scabbard turning gently in his hand. He glanced at the struggling Serpent Spear and Porcupine Douluo in the distance.
The two men froze instantly when they met his gaze, not daring to move an inch.
He then looked at Qian Renxue again and slowly spoke.
"Becoming my disciple is not something that can be done easily."
There is hope!
He didn't refuse outright!
Qian Renxue was overjoyed and quickly stepped forward again, her tone becoming even more earnest.
"I'll do anything for you, just to become your disciple!"
Her fair, jade-like skin was delicate and radiant, almost transparent against the backdrop of the mountain mist.
As she spoke, her full, red lips moved slightly, exuding a fatal allure.
Qian Daobai glanced at her and nodded.
"Alright, you must pass my test before you can become my disciple."
"no problem!"
Qian Renxue agreed without hesitation.
She has absolute confidence in herself. She is the chosen one, the owner of a god-level martial soul. There is no test in this world that she cannot pass!
A faint smile appeared on Qian Daobai's lips.
"Mind and sword as one!"
The moment he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved.
call out!
The ancient "Evil Slayer" sword, along with its scabbard, transformed into a streak of light and landed steadily in Qian Renxue's hand.
"If you can gain the sword's approval, you will have passed the test."
Qian Renxue held "Zhanxie" in both hands, feeling a heavy weight coming from her palms.
This sword may look ordinary, even somewhat worn, but the power it contained made even a level 90 expert like her feel her heart pound.
She took a deep breath, clearing her mind of all distractions.
He slowly closed his eyes, extending his divine sense and soul power simultaneously, attempting to establish a connection with the ancient sword in his hand.
The wind on the mountaintop swept through her long golden hair, rustling her form-fitting dress and outlining her breathtaking curves.
Those long, straight, beautiful legs, appearing and disappearing in the mist, were enough to drive any man crazy.
However, the initial attempts did not go smoothly.
Her soul power was like a mud ox entering the sea, unable to penetrate the sword even a little bit. The sword was like a stubborn rock, completely unresponsive to her attempts to be friendly.
how so?
Qian Renxue couldn't help but feel anxious.
No, I need to calm down!
She forced herself to calm down and recall the four words Qian Daobai had said.
Mind and sword as one...
Mind and sword as one...
Yes, it's "heart," not "strength"!
She made the mistake of relying on past experience, always thinking of conquering the sword by subduing soul beasts and soul bones.
But this sword has a spirit!
Having figured this out, Qian Renxue instantly withdrew all her soul power.
She stopped trying to investigate or initiate communication.
She simply stood there quietly, immersing herself completely in this world and in the ancient sword in her hand.
She listens to the sound of the wind and feels the movement of the clouds.
Gradually, she forgot herself and forgot about time.
I don't know how much time passed.
Thump.
Knock knock.
Her heartbeat seemed to resonate with a faint frequency.
That frequency came from the "Evil Slayer" in his hand!
Found it!
Qian Renxue's heart trembled, and she immediately focused her mind completely on the ancient sword, feeling the desolation and arrogance emanating from its simple blade.
Buzz—
A soft chirp.
On the blade of the "Evil Slayer" sword, the dragon-shaped pattern suddenly shone with a soft golden light, enveloping her entire body.
A warm and powerful sword intent flowed from her arm into her limbs and bones.
"I did it!"
Qian Renxue suddenly opened her eyes, her purple pupils filled with surprise and excitement.
Qian Daobai looked at the girl enveloped in golden light, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.
"Not bad, the talent is decent."
He said.
"We are destined to meet, and you have passed this test."
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue was overjoyed and quickly and respectfully returned "Zhanxie" with both hands. Then she was about to kneel down and perform the formal ceremony of becoming a disciple.
"Disciple Qian Renxue pays respects..."
"etc."
Qian Daobai's voice suddenly rang out, stopping her actions.
Qian Renxue was taken aback and looked at him in confusion.
A playful smile appeared on Qian Daobai's face.
"It's fine to become an apprentice, but you have to change how you address me first."
"Change your tune?"
Qian Renxue was even more puzzled.
Qian Daobai nodded as if it were a matter of course and said:
"Call me 'Grandpa' and let me hear it."
The air fell silent instantly.
Qian Renxue's joy froze. She stared blankly at Qian Daobai, wondering if she had misheard.
Great-grandfather?
Is he still struggling with this title?
She took a deep breath, her expression becoming solemn and serious again.
"That won't do!"
"Senior, I am a descendant of the Qian family. My grandfather in this life was only Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall!"
Qian Daobai chuckled softly.
"My name is Qian Daobai."
He said it calmly.
"He is your grandfather Qian Daoliu's older brother."
Upon hearing this, not only Qian Renxue, but even the Serpent Spear and Porcupine Douluo lying on the ground in the distance widened their eyes in surprise.
Qian Renxue was stunned, her mind racing as she searched for the name.
Qian Daobai...
Great-grandfather?
She subconsciously turned her head and met the eyes of the two titled Douluo.
In the eyes of the three, there was only bewilderment and denial.
"impossible!"
Qian Renxue turned around and retorted decisively.
"My great-grandfather passed away many years ago!"
She stared intently at Qian Daobai's excessively young face and continued:
"Moreover, you look too young; you could never be from your grandfather's generation."
Serpent Spear Douluo and Porcupine Douluo nodded repeatedly, clearly agreeing with Her Highness the Holy Maiden's statement.
Upon hearing this, Qian Daobai did not rush to defend himself, but a trace of melancholy flashed in his eyes.
yes.
A century has passed in the blink of an eye.
For him, who was practicing in the mountains, it might just be a matter of a few periods of seclusion.
But for the people living down the mountain, everything has changed beyond recognition.
Nowadays, apart from that kid Qian Daoliu, probably no one in the Spirit Hall can recognize him anymore.
A thought suddenly occurred to him, and a name came to mind.
Bibi Dong.
The woman who inherited the Rakshasa God's position is now in control of the Spirit Hall.
It's time to take it back!
"Never mind."
Qian Daobai sighed softly and pulled himself out of his thoughts.
"It's normal that you don't believe me now. Once I return to the Spirit Hall, everything will become clear."
But these words caused a huge uproar when they reached the ears of Qian Renxue and the other two.
Back to the Spirit Hall?!
Qian Daobai said no more and turned his gaze back to Qian Renxue.
"We can discuss the matter of your identity another day. I'll accept you as my disciple."
He paused, then added.
"Let the apprenticeship ceremony begin now."
Qian Renxue's mind sharpened, and she immediately banished all distracting thoughts.
While the mystery of her identity is important, right now, finding a true sword immortal to be her master is her most important dream!
"yes!"
She responded respectfully.
(End of chapter)