27: Chapter 27 With a Soft Jade in My Arms, the Grand Battle Arena

Early in the morning.

The Soul Power fluctuations around Qian Renxue slowly subsided; she had successfully absorbed her sixth spirit ring.

With the support of the Immortal Plant, her Soul Power reached Rank 63.

Although her Spirit Ability was the same as before, with the support of the 40,000-year spirit ring, its power had undergone a qualitative leap.

Afterward, the three of them returned to the palace silently.

In Qian Renxue's room, the lights were already out.

Ji Xuan made a floor bed.

Qian Renxue lay on the bed, wearing a golden silk camisole nightdress.

As the night deepened, only the soft, shallow breathing of the two remained in the room.

Qian Renxue tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

She slowly turned over and, by the moonlight filtering in through the window, looked at Ji Xuan on the floor.

"A-Xuan..."

Qian Renxue tentatively called out softly.

"What is it, Xue'er."

Ji Xuan opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her.

"How about... you come up to the bed instead? The floor is cold."

"This... might not be appropriate."

Ji Xuan feigned hesitation.

"It... it's fine, this bed is quite large."

Qian Renxue sat up and placed a pillow in the middle, "We'll each take one side..."

Although they had clarified their relationship today, she still could not hide her shyness.

Before she could finish speaking, Ji Xuan had already nimbly gotten up and lay down on the other side of the bed.

"Whatever you say."

Ji Xuan lay properly, closed his eyes, and said, "Go to sleep now."

Qian Renxue watched this scene and couldn't help but be stunned.

Her gaze fell on the symbolic dividing line in the middle of the bed, and she suddenly felt it was somewhat superfluous.

In the end, she just turned over gently and lay down with her back to Ji Xuan.

The moonlight was like water, reflecting her slightly reddened earlobes.

Just then, Ji Xuan opened his eyes, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he swept the pillow in the middle aside.

He turned over, pulled Qian Renxue into his arms, and a fragrant scent immediately filled his nose.

"Ah!"

Qian Renxue exclaimed, her body instantly tensing up, "You... what are you doing?"

"Rest assured, I'll just sleep holding you like this."

With soft jade in his arms... Ji Xuan quickly drifted off to sleep.

A long while later.

Qian Renxue saw that Ji Xuan did not make any excessive moves.

Feeling the steady breathing behind her, her tense body relaxed, and she closed her eyes.

Ji Xuan's embrace was very warm, and she soon drifted off to sleep as well.

...

The next morning.

Warm sunlight shone through the window and into the room.

Qian Renxue was seen hugging Ji Xuan tightly with both arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, one leg draped casually over him.

Just then, Qian Renxue's eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her sleepy eyes.

She blinked blankly at first.

When her vision focused and she saw the handsome face before her and their close, embracing posture.

A flush of crimson quickly climbed onto her cheeks.

Ji Xuan felt the movement in his arms, slowly opened his eyes, and turned his head to look.

The two of them met eyes instantly...

Ji Xuan said softly, "Morning, Xue'er."

Qian Renxue hurriedly looked away, burying her burning cheeks in Ji Xuan's chest.

The two of them cherished the moment for a while before getting up to wash.

Qian Renxue was undercover as the Heaven Dou Crown Prince and was busy with government affairs every day.

She disguised herself as Xue Qinghe and walked out of the room.

After she left, Ji Xuan also went out.

"Junior Martial Uncle Golden Crocodile, let's go stroll around Heaven Dou City."

"Let's go."

Gold Crocodile Douluo nodded slightly.

...

Heaven Dou City, on the bluestone streets.

Shops lined both sides of the street, and the sounds of hawking rose one after another.

Pedestrians wore various clothes, from nobles in fine robes to commoners in plain cloth.

Ji Xuan walked through the crowd wearing a white mask.

Gold Crocodile Douluo wore a black hood, his aura restrained like an ordinary old man, following silently behind.

Passing through two bustling streets, a magnificent circular building appeared before them.

Ji Xuan looked up.

The outer wall was built of white giant stones, with people coming and going at the entrance, and cheers erupting from time to time.

"This is... the Great Spirit Arena."

Ji Xuan murmured softly, "Junior Martial Uncle, let's go inside and take a look."

When he was in Spirit City, he basically stayed at the peak of Wuhun Divine Mountain to Cultivate, and had never been to a Soul Fighting Arena.

The two walked into the Soul Fighting Arena; a huge stone tablet stood at the main entrance, engraved with densely packed names.

The further they went inside, the more deafening the noise became.

The circular stands were full of spectators, and a fierce duel was underway on the central Soul Fighting platform.

Ji Xuan withdrew his gaze and walked toward the registration desk.

"Hello, I want to register."

The staff member in charge of registration looked up at Ji Xuan.

"Fill out the registration information, the registration fee is ten gold coins."

"Also, first-time registration requires a Soul Power Rank test to ensure fair matchmaking."

The staff member took out a Soul Power testing crystal ball and a registration form, and pushed them over.

Ji Xuan picked up the form and glanced at it.

It required filling in information such as name, age, Spirit, etc.

Ji Xuan picked up a pen and started filling it out.

Except for the Soul Power Rank, he did not fill in the other information truthfully.

He chose a code name, 'Jian Xuan', age fifteen, Spirit: Wind Thunder Sword.

After filling out the form and testing his Soul Power.

Ji Xuan took out ten gold coins and handed them to the staff member.

The staff member finished the registration quickly and handed over an Iron Soul Fighting badge: "Alright, this is your badge."

Immediately, the staff member informed Ji Xuan of the rules of the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Help me sign up for a Death Match."

Ji Xuan's voice, through the mask, was calm and waveless.

"A Death Match, once you enter the arena, it will not stop unless one party dies. Are you sure?"

The staff member seemed a bit surprised, looked him over, and confirmed.

Death Matches are usually a way for major forces to resolve grievances, and rarely does anyone sign up voluntarily.

Let alone a newcomer who just registered.

"I'm sure."

"Alright."

The staff member asked no more, lowered his head to record, "Go to the No. 3 sub-Soul Fighting Arena in the Death Match zone to wait."

Ji Xuan turned and walked toward the No. 3 sub-Soul Fighting Arena.

Gold Crocodile Douluo still followed silently behind, not worried in the slightest.

With Ji Xuan's strength comparable to a Spirit King, a Spirit Elder-level Death Match was nothing to fear.

The No. 3 sub-Soul Fighting Arena was smaller than the main Soul Fighting Arena, but the atmosphere was more fanatical.

The air was filled with a faint smell of blood, and the spectators kept roaring and shouting.

They came here just to watch the most cruel and bloody battles!

Ji Xuan closed his eyes to rest in the waiting area, turning a deaf ear to the clamor around him.

...

After two matches ended, the host's voice echoed through the venue via a loudspeaker spirit tool:

"Next is the fifth Death Match of the No. 3 Soul Fighting Arena!"

"Between the six-match winning streak 'Blood Butcher' — versus the first-time contestant 'Jian Xuan'."

Above, there was a spirit tool screen displaying the information of the two.

Blood Butcher's Spirit was a great blade, a Rank 38 attack system Battle Spirit Elder.

His opponents were basically hacked to pieces; he was extremely cruel, hence the nickname 'Blood Butcher'.

As the announcement fell.

A burly man with a face full of flesh walked onto the arena stage amidst the cheers of the audience.

Ji Xuan walked onto the arena stage calmly.

His relatively thin figure formed a sharp contrast with the murderous Blood Butcher opposite him.

The audience on the stands were discussing animatedly.

They even started placing bets on how many rounds Jian Xuan could last.

Obviously, no one was optimistic about this newcomer.