The matter of the White Tiger Dagger can be put aside for the time being. It must be fished out, and it is impossible for Tang San to fish it out by himself anyway;

You can put aside the matter of being the descendant of the angel. Anyway, Qianjie is just a great soul master now.

Now a fact that Tang San had to face was placed in front of him - the person he had been planning for ten years was kidnapped; his long-term plan was not executed smoothly at the beginning.

Moreover, the gender of the target Dai Yuhao is wrong...

wrong……

What nonsense!

That was not a descendant of an angel that suddenly appeared, not some cat or dog, it was a child of fate, a proud son of heaven who had been in the sight of the Poseidon since he was born. He had planned it for ten years, and even Dai Mubai's descendants were not allowed to get involved.

The trophy that can only belong to him, Tang San, is finally under his control!

How could I get it wrong?

He is the Poseidon who has cultivated the Purple Demon Eye to the Vast Realm and advanced to the Purple Divine Light. He is not blind!

"Plane awareness!"

Today is the day of disaster for the floor in the God Realm Center, and the anger in Tang San's heart rose again.

Ten thousand years, ten thousand years!

He was tricked for the first time!

There is only one answer. Someone has tampered with the Son of Destiny, causing errors in the God Realm's observation of the Son of Destiny.

And the only one who can take action against the Son of Destiny is the plane consciousness that produced the Son of Destiny!

"Can't you be replaced obediently! Plane consciousness has ruined my long-term plan. You have a way to die!"

He could only be angry now, and he could not go back and give birth to a new boy. He even couldn't get too involved in the affairs on Douluo Planet because the God of Destruction was watching.

The scene redirected to a courtyard, where two children, a boy and a girl, were chatting.

"Wait, God of Destruction!" A hint of wisdom flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he was thinking about it.

…

Miss Huo Yulin was a little uneasy.

This uneasiness stems from the thousand calamities that took her away from the Duke's Palace two months ago, allowed her to call her brother, and allowed her to meet her mother in a dream.

Qianjie said that he wanted her to do something, but in the past two months he had just taken her to eat, drink and walk around.

She admitted that he was a good man and enjoyed eating and drinking.

But what do you mean by the words that Qianjie often talks about? People who have no effect will be thrown away like rags!

Coincidentally, in the dream, my mother also believed this sentence deeply.

But now she can’t do anything except grilling fish!

Is it because she eats too much that she is considered unmoldable?

"Brother, do you need my help?" She walked to the stone table in the small courtyard and asked tentatively.

She now needs to prove that she can eat more than just rice and chicken stuffed with sweet flowers.

"Ah?" Qianjie stopped the carving knife in his hand and looked confused.

He looked around and saw, well, the scenery was pretty good, and his aesthetic standards had not declined because of his association with the evil soul master group.

Finally, his eyes rested on Huo Yulin. Two months were enough for this guy to get over his sadness. His blue hair had grown a little longer, and he became more in line with the image of a girl.

But I need her help...

Huo Yulin didn't get the first plug-in, and even the warm bed felt uncomfortable.

"Go, go, go and play whatever you want. The money bag is hanging in my bedroom."

He waved his hand, like an old father who couldn't be bothered.

"Really...no?" Huo Yulin asked unwillingly.

"Are you hungry again? Let's wait for lunch." Qianjie glanced sideways at Huo Yulin, "Also, although it is a blessing to be able to eat, the way you eat it can easily lead to a fat girl."

"Oh~" Huo Yulin left disappointed.

"Brother, there really is nothing I can do to help you?"

After a while it wandered back again.

"No."

…

"Brother, do you need my help?"

Qianjie put down the blue metal and carving knife in his hand.

"Sister, I call you sister. You have time to meditate and practice. Why are you always dazzling me in front of me?"

Huo Yulin: "..."

She was speechless and choked. It seemed that she really didn't need to do anything.

"Okay, whatever you want to know or learn, I'll teach you."

Qianjie looked at Huo Yulin's confused eyes and sighed.

Qualified capitalists will let stupid people do their own thing, and the placement of PUA is very successful.

"I, I don't know..." Huo Yulin fell into confusion again.

Revenge? To be honest, she doesn't have the motivation right now. Qianjie doesn't hide anything from her about everything in the Duke's Palace, and tells the truth.

So there was no need for the Duchess, the object of her greatest hatred, not to mention that she was already dead.

Dai Hao? I heard that someone beat his entire lower body to a pulp, and was stripped of his title of Duke. He could only spend one day in Xingluo City acting as incompetent and furious as a lunatic. It would be better to be alive than dead.

To cultivate and become a powerful person? Her original goal in practicing hard was revenge.

Live a good life? She is living a good life now.

She now only has an unknown goal, the one originally mentioned by Qianjie.

"Soul skills, do you want to know?" The morning sun shone into the yard, giving Qianjie a golden halo, and several silver butterflies flew out from the silver marks on the back of his hand, and then turned into a halo.

Made a kitten as big as the palm of your hand.

"Soul skills, I learned them all in the Duke's Palace. Brother, you also talked about the classification of soul skills." Huo Yulin showed no interest. It was not like he had acquired the soul skills by himself.

"Then what do you think soul skills are?" Qianjie stretched out a finger and raised it in front of Huo Yulin's eyes, "In other words, for a soul master, what are soul skills?"

"A soul master with soul power obtains soul rings by hunting soul beasts, and combines them with martial souls to form special skills." Huo Yulin recalled the knowledge taught by Huo Yun'er and answered with some uncertainty.

"For a soul master, soul skills should be..." Huo Yulin was stuck. She suddenly realized that she, who had been working hard to become a soul master, could not answer this question.

Is it a special fighting method? But apart from soul skills, soul masters don't seem to have any special fighting methods. She has never seen a soul master fight a few times. Her image of a soul master comes entirely from Huo Yun'er's narration in the novel.

The legend I saw...

The soul master turned out to be so far away from her life.

"For a soul master, soul skills are the means to control martial souls. They are the basis of strength and what distinguishes them from ordinary people."

Qianjie retracted his finger. This is a problem that most soul masters will not face or are unwilling to face. It is a problem that only a time traveler can realize.

"Brother, you are wrong. Shouldn't the difference between a soul master and an ordinary person be martial soul and soul power?" Huo Yulin immediately realized the inappropriateness in Qianjie's words and retorted.

"Sister." Qianjie shook his finger, "First of all, the martial spirit is something that everyone has. Just like hands and eyes, it is a part of the organ that is born with it. It is not what you think, some people have it, and some people have it.

Something that doesn't exist.

"The vast majority of people don't have a martial spirit. It's not the martial spirit itself, it's a reason that you can't understand yet.

"Secondly, I didn't say that soul power is not true, and soul power is only important to talented soul masters. For low-level soul masters, the expressiveness is actually not that good.
Chapter completed!