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When the play ended, Lan Xi was still holding Jiang Zhen's hand, chattering about how powerful the little soul master in the play was.
Hearing her soft voice, Jiang Zhen slowed his pace. Suddenly remembering something, he placed his hands on Lan Xi 's shoulders.
" Lan Xi , your brother has something to tell you, remember it well."
Jiang Zhen gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips, his tone earnest yet gentle.
"If you ever see someone carrying a big, dark hammer, no matter how fierce they look, stay far away from them, understand?"
Little Lan Xi blinked her bright blue eyes, tilted her head, and asked, "Why? Isn't the hammer... good ?"
"Hmm, that's not good."
Jiang Zhen made up a simple little story for her.
"My brother once saw a man with a big sledgehammer. He didn't use the sledgehammer for work; instead, he used it to smash other people's houses and steal things from children. He was very fierce."
"And his children are also learning to use small hammers to bully younger children; they're not well-behaved at all."
He didn't mention names, but he did point out the most iconic weapon.
After all, in the Douluo Continent, the most famous lineage to use a hammer as a martial soul is the Haotian Sect.
Little Lan Xi 's eyes widened slightly, her brows furrowed, and she nodded vigorously: "Bad! I won't play with someone who has a hammer!"
"Good girl."
Jiang Zhen ruffled her hair, feeling a sense of relief.
He knew that talking too much to Lan Xi now would be useless, so he might as well leave her with the impression that the "hammer" was "dangerous" so that she would be more vigilant if she really encountered Tang San and his son in the future.
The two continued walking forward, withLittle Lan Xi still muttering to herself, "The hammer is broken."
Jiang Zhen couldn't help but laugh out loud at his serious expression.
Jiang Zhen tookLittle Lan Xi back to the tailor shop, where Boss Wang had already finished making the clothes—four sets of clothes.
Two sets of light blue, one set of light cyan, and one set of off-white, all simple in style but exquisitely made. The collars and cuffs were also embroidered with small blue and silver grass patterns as requested by Lan Xi , which suited her very well.
Jiang Zhen hadLittle Lan Xi change into a light blue outfit—the outfit fit her perfectly, the neckline just reached her neck, the sleeves were neither too long nor too short, just enough to reveal her little hands, and the hem reached a little below her knees, like a small dress.
Lan Xi stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself. With her blue-gold hair, azure eyes, and light blue clothes, she looked like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting.
"nice,"
She whispered, reaching out to touch the blue silver grass pattern on her clothes, a sweet smile on her face.
Looking at her, Jiang Zhen couldn't help but smile.
He paid the remaining amount and ledLittle Lan Xi out of the tailor shop.
Not far after leaving the tailor shop, Jiang Zhen noticed that there seemed to be more Soul Masters on the street.
Most of them were dressed in neat and tidy outfits, and they surged towards the west of the city in twos and threes, with a restless atmosphere in the air.
He ledLittle Lan Xi aside and followed the flow of people. A giant oval building suddenly came into view; it was the Great Soul Arena of Vast Sea City.
The building was over a hundred meters tall, with its gray-black stone walls engraved with ferocious soul beast patterns, and the dome of the main arena gleaming with a cold, hard metallic light.
Jiang Zhen took Lan Xi 's hand and walked towards the entrance of the Great Soul Arena.
On its right side, I saw an information panel.
The Great Soul Arena of Vast Sea City has a main arena and twenty sub-arenas, which can accommodate tens of thousands of spectators at the same time.
The fighting spirit is divided into three categories: friendly sparring without harming others, life-or-death duels and grudge matches to determine the winner. The competition formats also include one-on-one, two-on-two, and group battles with seven to ten people.
New players need to spend ten gold coins to register and receive the Iron Soul Badge, and they also need to test their soul power to determine their opponent before each competition.
He glanced down at Little Yin, who was clutching a candied hawthorn and looking curious but not making a fuss, and quickly came up with an idea.
Today was supposed to be a day to take Lan Xi out to buy clothes and browse the market. The Soul Arena is too crowded and noisy, so there's no rush to fight today.
So Jiang Zhen took Lan Xi 's hand tightly, bypassed the crowd, and walked towards the courtyard in the suburbs, casually explaining:
"That's where Soul Masters compete. When I have time later, I'll take you to see the spectacle from afar."
Little Lan Xi nodded as if she understood, but her attention quickly returned to the candied hawthorn in her hand. She took small bites of the sugar coating and followed him briskly.
Lan Xi still held the unfinished candied hawthorn in her hand, occasionally taking a bite. Her steps were light, and she would glance at Jiang Zhen from time to time, her eyes full of dependence and joy.
After leaving the city, Lan Xi looked back at the city gate of Vast Sea City.
"Brother Zhen," Lan Xi suddenly spoke, "Will you take me here again in the future?"
Jiang Zhen turned to look at her, smiled and nodded: "I've been wanting to come, I'll bring you again next time."
Lan Xi nodded vigorously, her little face full of anticipation.
A gentle evening breeze blew by, carrying the aroma of street food and the lingering sounds of a distant opera stage.
The two figures gradually disappeared into the twilight of Vast Sea City, leaving only a series of soft footsteps and sweet laughter, slowly dissipating in the air...
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Behind Nuoding College , moonlight filters through the locust tree leaves, casting dappled patterns of light.
On the open ground, Tang San and Xiao Wu were posing for a sparring match—Xiao Wu, with her long scorpion braids, swirled her skirt and pounced on Tang San.
The gentle technique, powered by level 14 soul power, carried a light breeze as its claws reached straight for his shoulder.
"First Soul Skill, Blue Silver Entanglement!"
Tang San slightly shifted his feet, and Blue Silver Grass, condensed from level 15 soul power, burst forth from his palm.
The dark purple vines nimbly wrapped around Xiao Wu's ankles, and with a gentle pull, they made her stagger and stop.
"We lost again!"
Xiao Wu pouted, reached out and brushed off the blue silver grass that was wrapped around her feet, her cheeks puffed up like little buns.
Tang San smiled helplessly, withdrew his martial spirit, and took out a water pouch from his waist, handing it over:
"Your soft skills are already quite agile, it's just that your soul power is a little lacking."
Just kidding, your third brother here possesses the Tang Clan's ultimate martial arts!
Xiao Wu took the water pouch and drank a couple of sips, then suddenly reached out and tugged at Tang San's sleeve:
"Then you'll have to practice with me more often!"
Tang San nodded, gently brushing away the bits of grass clinging to her hair with his fingertips. The moonlight fell on their leaning figures, revealing the youthful warmth of the boy and girl.
"Brother~"
"Xiao Wu~"
Behind an old locust tree not far away, a figure wrapped in a tattered gray cloak stood quietly.
Tang Hao was half-hidden in the shadows of the trees, his eyes peeking out as he looked at the young boy and girl.
For some reason, I suddenly thought of Lan Xi from back then—she was just as vivid in my mind.
His fingers unconsciously tightened around the edge of his cloak, and a very soft sigh escaped his throat.
A gentle breeze blew by, and a few tender green locust leaves swirled and landed on the top of his cloak, sticking to the tattered fabric.
He didn't brush it away; his gaze returned to Tang San, and his eyes gradually darkened—this child's twin martial souls were the hope of the Clear Sky Sect and also his longing.
Once Tang San becomes stronger, with his talent he will surely be able to defeat the Spirit Hall. Only then can he return to the Clear Sky Sect with his child in a dignified manner.
As for Lan Xi , she is still asleep in the cave, and it is unknown when she will recover.
What he didn't know was that the grass had already changed its appearance, and even the soul bone he had hidden beside it had long been taken away...
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