Chapter 1: Ye Qifeng—What a Huge Chrysanthemum!
Suddenly, black and white lights intertwined, illuminating the space, and Ye Qifeng's consciousness returned to his body.
A withered chrysanthemum, wilting ground, fallen petals—an image of heartbreak.
Just then, a voice filled with murderous intent rang out, startling Ye Qifeng from his daze.
His senses returned completely, and as his eyes slowly opened, the first thing he saw was an enormous chrysanthemum.
"What a huge chrysanthemum!" Ye Qifeng murmured, momentarily awestruck.
At the same time, a strange sense of familiarity washed over him as the voice cried out once more. As he watched, the enormous chrysanthemum's structure began to collapse, its petals floating apart and scattering into the air.
Ye Qifeng's eyes widened in shock, his pupils dilating as he focused on the scene before him. His disbelief grew when he noticed a figure within the suspended, petal-like blades.
"What… What is this?" he wondered, transfixed.
But he needed confirmation. While his mind raced, time seemed to pass in an instant.
Under the control of the figure, the floating blades suddenly rotated in unison, all aiming at a nearby figure shrouded in a sinister, blood-colored mist, only a few meters away.
"Go!"
With a shout, the figure formed an orchid-like gesture with his right hand, directing the blades at the blood-red figure. The blades shot forward with blinding speed, leaving the blood-clad figure with no time to react. Each blade sliced through him effortlessly.
Puff, puff, puff—The sound of piercing flesh echoed, and scarlet sprays of blood erupted as the figure let out a shrill scream before collapsing heavily.
Under Ye Qifeng's astonished gaze, the figure who had launched the attack floated gracefully down, keeping a safe distance from his fallen opponent. Even now, a fierce aura radiated from him, his soul power crackling as he remained vigilant.
For the first time, Ye Qifeng got a clear view of the figure: a warrior in combat-ready armor that matched the color of his hair, his delicate skin as smooth as a baby's, and his features almost as alluring as a woman's. Indeed, without the absence of an Adam's apple, one could easily mistake him for a woman.
After confirming that his opponent was dead, the figure retracted his soul pressure and recalled the floating blades, which reassembled into a chrysanthemum. The chrysanthemum shrank and floated gently in his palm before he turned his hand over, the flower disappearing.
The figure chuckled, pressing his orchid fingers against his lips in a mocking smile.
"Mare, an evil Soul Saint, you're hardly worthy of my ninth soul skill. Still, consider it an honor to have tasted the power of Ju Douluo Yue Guan's ninth soul skill."
Ju Douluo turned to leave without a glance at the corpse, considering it beneath him to deal with the remains of an enemy—especially an evil soul master who was a menace to the continent. Leaving him unscattered to the wind was more than enough.
But as he took his first step forward, he quickly halted, his gaze drawn to a pair of eyes staring back at him.
Just two or three meters ahead stood a young child—a baby, to be exact—with wide, dark eyes shining bright and pure. He gazed up at Ju Douluo with a mixture of innocence and curiosity, mouth slightly open, his expression utterly adorable.
For a brief moment, the two of them, one large and one tiny, locked eyes.
"Hmm? A survivor?" Yue Guan muttered, his lips twitching with mild embarrassment as he lowered his orchid fingers. "I was careless…"
For someone of his rank as a Titled Douluo, such proximity was far too close for comfort. Somehow, he had overlooked the child during his soul power scan.
It was a valuable lesson. "Well, it's just a baby, no threat at all. Still, I'll have to be more thorough in the future," he thought, patting his chest lightly in relief.
"It's you! That 'charming' Juhuaguan, the sissy who's known as a flamboyant…" Ye Qifeng's thoughts slipped out, only for him to quickly fall silent, realizing the gravity of his situation.
"Ya ya ya ya ya," Ye Qifeng's words reached Yue Guan's ears as nothing more than babyish babbling.
But Ye Qifeng was anything but calm. He'd just discovered that he'd turned into a baby! Attempting to move, he found he couldn't even roll over. Lifting his hands, he saw a pair of tiny, chubby fingers.
"I—!"
Unable to contain himself, Ye Qifeng's shock spilled out in a strangled cry.
Yue Guan listened, but it was still baby babble to him.
"Kid, you're lucky to have survived an encounter with an evil soul master," Yue Guan said thoughtfully, assuming Ye Qifeng was a victim of some vile blood sacrifice ritual. A distant memory came to mind—a black-and-white light piercing the sky, dividing it into two distinct shades. It had to be some strange sacrificial ritual, as these evil soul masters were known for their twisted practices.
In fact, that light had served to help the Spirit Hall. One of the enforcement team's tasks had been to locate and eliminate the evil soul master stronghold hidden in these mountains. Thanks to that light, they'd found it.
With a shake of his head, Yue Guan dismissed the thought, focusing back on the present. Stepping toward Ye Qifeng, he gently pulled a long silk scarf from his clothing, spreading it on the ground.
In the baby's dazed gaze, Yue Guan lifted him carefully, wrapped him snugly in the scarf, and tied it with a neat, delicate bow. Picking up the bundled Ye Qifeng, he cradled him in his arms.
"It's time to report," he murmured, activating his soul power to form a protective shield around the child.
Then, with Ye Qifeng held safely, Yue Guan lifted off the ground, identified the correct direction, and soared away.
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