Transmigrating to Douluo Continent, A Moment of Godhood and Demonic Power

Chapter 4 If you're the young master, I'll still be the Angel Douluo.

After the awakening ceremony was completed, the high-ranking members of the Spirit Hall dispersed. Qian Mo instructed them that, apart from Qian Yuhan's first spirit which could be revealed and his innate spirit power which was to be declared as level 10, everything else was to be considered top secret and not to be divulged.

Qian Yuhan knew that he was a level 20 innate full soul power and his first martial soul was the Sword of Light, but he was completely unaware of his second martial soul and had not noticed its existence.

Qianmo instructed him to keep a low profile in the future, as being low-key and humble could reduce a lot of trouble. He should not easily reveal the name of his martial soul, and that level 10 of his innate soul power was enough.

Qian Yuhan was always obedient, and he listened to Qian Mo's words without question.

"Dad, can you take me for a walk around Wuhun City?"

As she spoke, she walked over to Qianmo, grabbed his hand and shook it back and forth, acting cute. He knew perfectly well that his father was susceptible to this tactic; it never failed him.

"Alright, as you wish."

"Okay, shall we set off now?"

"set off!"

Since having a son, Qianmo has felt fulfilled every day. She has experienced a happiness and contentment she had never felt in her hundred years of life, a feeling she has truly felt in these eight years. Each time she emerges from the cultivation room, her initial surprise has turned into anticipation. Waking up from cultivation to find a porcelain doll-like child running towards her, begging for a hug—that feeling…

The market in Wuhun City is quite famous in the Douluo Continent, on par with the lantern festival in Yelin City. As soon as she entered the market, Qian Yuhan started running around happily.

"Dad, I want this," Qian Yuhan said, pointing to a gold bracelet.

“Okay, I’ll buy it,” Qianmo said with a smile.

"Which one do you fancy, sir?" The shop owner saw a richly dressed middle-aged man leading a child into the shop and knew without a doubt that it was a rich young master with his child.

"How much is this bracelet?" Qianmo asked.

Few people have actually seen Qian Mo; outsiders know his name but not his appearance.

"One million gold soul coins."

"A gold bracelet for a million? That's a bit expensive. Do you think I'm easy to fool?"

"You don't know this, but there's a reason why this bracelet is expensive. I would never lie to you. You're obviously a young master from a wealthy family, and I want to be friends with you, so why would I cheat you? This is definitely the best price I can offer. To be honest, I wouldn't make much profit selling this bracelet at this price."

Upon hearing this, Qian Mo became interested. "Then I'd like to hear why it's so expensive."

"Sir, the gold used to make this bracelet is not ordinary gold, but a very rare type of gold. There are many kinds of gold, but Dragon God Iron Gold is so rare that it is one in ten thousand."

"Oh? You mean this bracelet is made of Dragon God Iron Gold?"

"To be precise, it's made from the gold extracted from Dragon God Iron Gold. This bracelet isn't an ordinary piece of jewelry either, as you can see."

As he spoke, the waiter held up the bracelet for Qianmo to examine closely.

"This is... Heart-chilling Amethyst?"

"Sir, you have a discerning eye, recognizing such a rare item. Crystal is an essential material for crafting storage soul tools, serving the purpose of storing items. Amethyst is the finest among crystals, and Cold Heart Amethyst is extremely rare. This bracelet contains ten pieces, so you can imagine its value."

"If it's Dragon God Iron Gold plus Cold Heart Amethyst, then it's indeed worth this price, but how did your little shop get it?" Qian Mo questioned.

At this moment, Qian Yuhan was still staring at the gold bracelet, her eyes unblinking...

Qianmo: This kid has pretty good taste, hahaha.

"To be honest, sir, my boss is quite a figure on the mainland. He acquired it by chance, so he's putting it here to sell. Since it's no different from an ordinary gold bracelet or soul tool, and he feels unworthy of owning it because he obtained it by chance, our boss is putting it here to find a destined person to sell it to. Don't you think he's a bit crazy?" the waiter whispered in Qian Mo's ear, afraid that someone else might overhear.

Upon hearing this, Qian Mo thought the boss was quite interesting: "Hehe, I really don't know if he's sick or not, but you could call him a weirdo."

Then he took out a bill and said, "Alright, I'll take it. Here you go."

"Alright, sir. Hey!"

Where's the bracelet?

"Dad, I've taken it. Hurry up and pay me so I can go play somewhere else for a while."

Qianmo: That brat.

Stepping out of the shop, Qian Yuhan was already gone. Qian Mo shook his head and smiled wryly, "That kid's at that mischievous and playful age."

Qian Yuhan was wearing the new bracelet Qian Mo had bought for him on his left wrist, holding a piece of charcoal-grilled ten-year-old giant ape meat in his right hand and a hundred-year-old salt-baked deep-sea demon crab leg in his right hand, hopping and skipping around the market.

Qian Yuhan: My old man is quite rich. He can just leave a check for 10,000 gold soul coins in the cabinet, hehe, it's all mine.

"Stop right there, kid."

A voice came from directly in front of Qian Yuhan.

Qian Yuhan looked up and saw a fat man with a big head and big ears, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, wearing a gray vest that was so big that the vest couldn't cover his belly, and black pants with several holes. He was accompanied by two skinny guys and stood in front of Qian Yuhan, looking up at her with disdain.

"This mountain is mine, these trees are mine, if you want to pass through here, leave your toll behind," the fat man said.

Two henchmen chimed in, "Yes, yes, give us the money."

Qian Yuhan's expression didn't change much. He continued eating his grilled giant ape meat and walked forward.

The fat man felt insulted when Qian Yuhan ignored him. His two henchmen said, "Boss, he's completely ignoring you. That's too arrogant. Let's teach him a lesson."

Hearing his two henchmen shoving and shouting beside him, the fat man was furious and said, "Didn't you hear me? Hey, I'm calling you."

Qian Yuhan ignored him and continued walking forward.

"grass!"

As Qian Yuhan approached, the fat man slapped the giant ape meat skewer that Qian Yuhan was enjoying eating to the ground, and his mouth was cut by the skewer, causing him to bleed a little.

Looking at the skewer of giant ape meat that had fallen to the ground in front of him, now dirty and inedible, Qian Yuhan finally couldn't take it anymore. He looked up at the fat man angrily and growled, word by word, "You, give, back, my, skewers!"

Seeing Qian Yuhan get angry, the fat man couldn't help but laugh: "Little brat, I'm not going to give it back, what can you do about it? Not only will I not give it back, I'll also... huite!" As he spoke, he spat at the meat skewer on the ground and raised his short, thick thumb at Qian Yuhan, then rotated it 180 degrees downwards.

"You, you think I'm someone to be trifled with?" Qian Yuhan roared, his face flushed with anger.

As if he'd heard the funniest joke ever, the fat man scratched his ear and said lazily, "What? I didn't quite hear what you said. Did you guys hear what he said again?"

"Boss, he seemed to say he's the young master, and not someone to be trifled with."

"Hahahaha, that seems to be the way it's said."

The two henchmen responded to the fat man's words.

"Hahahaha, if you're the young master, then I'm still the Angel Douluo! Haha—" the fat man mocked.

Just as the fat man was still laughing, a voice came: "Oh? You're Angel Douluo, then who am I!"

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