Qian Daoliu and Guang Ling descended gracefully from the sky.
Leaning against a tree for support, Qian Renxue quickly stood up. "Grandfather, Grandpa Guang Ling, why are you both here?"
"How could we not come?" Guang Ling Douluo huffed, his tone carrying a hint of frustration. "Xiaoxue, ever since you returned to the Spirit Hall after that blood ordeal, you've been missing. Do you have any idea how worried we were?"
Qian Daoliu's sharp gaze swept over her, and his expression softened slightly. "Xiaoxue, your leg—is it injured?"
"It's nothing serious," Qian Renxue responded nonchalantly. "Just a minor fracture. Hardly a big deal."
She had suffered injuries before—any Spirit Master worth their salt had. If she were the type to be defeated by something so trivial, she might as well go home and take up farming.
Without another word, Qian Daoliu extended his palm. A warm, golden glow shimmered in the air, transforming into tiny particles of light that fused into her wounded leg.
In mere moments, the fracture was almost completely healed.
The sacred energy of the Angel Clan had remarkable restorative properties.
Qian Renxue looked at Nan Feihuang who was still sleeping in her arms, "Grandpa, the reason why I didn't absorb the spirit ring just now is because Feihuang is still in a coma. This is a gathering place for spirit beasts. It's too dangerous without protection."
Guangling Douluo looked at the little guy in Qian Renxue's arms with a scrutinizing look. It was the first time he saw his holy Xiaoxue tolerate a man sleeping so comfortably in her arms.
A smirk played on his lips as he scrutinized Nan Feihuang.
"This brat… Who is he? Where did he come from? What's his martial spirit? His cultivation level?"
Qian Renxue blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Was her grandfather conducting an interrogation? She knew all too well that her mischievous fifth grandfather, despite his immense strength, had a rather playful nature. He was clearly getting sidetracked again.
"Old Five, focus," Qian Daoliu interjected. "Xiaoxue, put the boy down. With us here, he's in no danger. You still have time to absorb the soul ring before it vanishes."
"Yes, Grandfather."
Gently, Qian Renxue laid Nan Feihuang on the ground before turning toward the fading soul ring of the Radiant Spirit Wolf . With a swift motion, she pulled its energy toward herself.
The dark soul ring solidified and wrapped around the six-winged angel martial spirit.
Absorbing a 20,000-year soul ring was no challenge for a god-tier martial spirit. The rich energy nourished Qian Renxue, not only restoring a significant amount of her soul power but also alleviating some of her internal injuries.
At the very least, she could now use her soul bone to transform into Xue Qinghe again. Any remaining wounds could heal over time.
Meanwhile, Qian Daoliu turned to Nan Feihuang, channeling his sacred energy once more. A golden glow enveloped the boy, gradually replenishing his strength and soul power.
Nan Feihuang stirred, blinking awake.
The first thing he saw was a round, babyish face staring down at him.
"Whoa! Who are you?" he blurted out in confusion. His last memory was fighting the Radiant Spirit Wolf—he had pushed himself to the limit to defeat it. But then… everything went black.
Suddenly, his thoughts snapped back to something more urgent.
"Sister Xue! Where is she?" He scrambled to his feet in alarm.
He had fought tooth and nail to ensure her safety. If something had happened to her after all that, he might as well go back and rewrite his entire strategy.
Guang Ling chuckled, misinterpreting the boy's anxious reaction.
Look at this kid—so worried about Xiaoxue the moment he woke up. He was obviously smitten.
With a satisfied nod, Guang Ling said, "Calm down, boy. Xiaoxue is right over there, absorbing her soul ring. I'm her fifth grandfather, and this here is her actual grandfather."
"Fifth grandfather?"
Nan Feihuang's heart skipped a beat.
Few people had the qualifications to call themselves Qian Renxue's grandfather. Certainly not the nine elders. That left only the seven priests of the Spirit Hall.
Fifth-ranked… That meant this man must be Guang Ling Douluo, the Hall's Fifth Worshiper.
And her grandfather—there was no mistaking him. Qian Daoliu, the Angel Douluo himself.
One of the three strongest Limit Douluos in the world.
Qian Renxue was truly the Spirit Hall's treasured princess.
To think that just her disappearance had mobilized such a powerhouse lineup.
Nan Feihuang immediately straightened, offering a deep bow. "Junior Nan Feihuang greets the esteemed seniors."
He was careful not to directly address their titles. With his current status, it wasn't his place to acknowledge the Worship Hall's members so casually.
Qian Daoliu regarded him with a nod of approval. "Nan Feihuang, son of Xuanbing Douluo, correct? You saved my granddaughter's life. The Qian family does not forget such kindness. If you ever face trouble in the future, seek us out. There is little in this world beyond my reach."
There was a certain arrogance in his words, but with his status, it was entirely justified.
"Understood. Thank you, senior."
Nan Feihuang wasn't about to refuse a favor from Angel Douluo himself. There were few things more valuable than this.
Soon, Qian Renxue completed her absorption. She looked far better now—her injuries were almost entirely healed, and she was walking without difficulty.
She opened her eyes and smiled upon seeing Nan Feihuang awake. "Feihuang, you're up!"
"Yeah, thanks to the seniors' help. With them here, we're finally safe. We should leave the Star Dou Forest now."
"Not just yet," Qian Renxue said. "When I absorbed the Radiant Spirit Wolf soul ring, I sensed another energy. I almost missed it."
She walked over to the severed head of the beast, extended her hand, and a golden glow emerged.
A soul bone.
A radiant golden skull piece materialized in her palm.
The Radiant Spirit Wolf had dropped a soul bone—one of the six major body parts, second only to the torso bone. Since its head and body had been separated, the soul bone hadn't released its energy immediately.
Qian Renxue almost overlooked it.
Without hesitation, she took Nan Feihuang's hand and placed the soul bone in his palm.
Nan Feihuang was startled. "Sister Xue, you're giving this to me? What about you?"
"Of course. We hunted this spirit beast together. The spoils should be shared fairly. I took the soul ring, so the soul bone is rightfully yours," she said with a soft smile. "Besides, you don't need to worry about me."
Unlike Nan Feihuang, she had no use for this spirit bone. Her ultimate goal was to collect the complete set of six Angel Clan soul bones—this one would only be a waste.
Nan Feihuang hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright, thank you, Sister Xue." He stored the soul bone within his spatial ring, its golden radiance disappearing.
Qian Daoliu then spoke, "Xiaoxue, since the soul ring and bone have been dealt with, it's time to return. You need proper rest after such injuries."
Qian Renxue hesitated. "Grandfather… aren't we bringing Feihuang with us?"
Qian Daoliu shook his head. "His mother is already on her way. She'll be here within two minutes at most. He's in no danger. Besides… I have no interest in meeting outsiders."