After waiting a long time for Gou Da Hu to come again, Bai Chenxiang saw Yu Xiaowei some time ago and wanted to ask if he still needed a tour guide.
Although her grandfather didn't allow her to speak too much, the dagger from last time had made Bai Chenxiang the center of attention in front of the clan members.
When she thought about the envious gazes of the other girls in her clan, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
Her only regret was being expelled from the academy. Otherwise, this extremely valuable dagger would have been enough to make her classmates—who usually looked down on her—green with envy.
Thinking about this, Bai Chenxiang's mood surely dropped.
She didn't understand why she was suddenly expelled when she was doing well at the academy and clearly hadn't done anything wrong.
But when she asked her grandfather, his face only showed bitterness. Seeing his expression, the wise Bai Chenxiang stopped asking.
Unfortunately, if you can't go, then you just can't. You can still train well at home.
Just as she was thinking that, she saw Yu Xiaowei, clearly furious, storming out of her grandfather's room, cursing nonstop.
Bai Chenxiang's eyes lit up immediately, and she called out to him with a smile.
"Hey, Yu Xiaowei, do you still need a tour guide?"
"No. Stay away from me!"
Yu Xiaowei snapped angrily.
However, Bai Chenxiang didn't take offense and walked over with a smile.
"There are still many places in Tianxing City you haven't visited. I can show you more, like the Grand Soul Battle Arena. Want to go see it?"
"Can't I watch soul battles in Heaven Dou City?"
Yu Xiaowei shot back, not bothering to smile at Bai Chenxiang's playful grin.
"Oh please, our soul battles are different from your Heaven Dou Empire's."
She leaned in mysteriously, "The Grand Soul Battle Arena in the Star Luo Empire allows people to be killed."
Hearing this, Yu Xiaowei's pupils shrank slightly, and he cried out in surprise.
"You can kill people?"
"Yes, you've never seen someone die before, right? I'm telling you, it's really thrilling."
"Have you seen it?"
Yu Xiaowei looked Bai Chenxiang up and down skeptically.
Is this a joke?
To watch a match at the Grand Soul Battle Arena, even the worst seats cost a few copper soul coins. With the Min Clan's financial situation, did they have spare money to let her spend at the Grand Arena?
Bai Chenxiang pouted, slightly annoyed at Yu Xiaowei's suspicious gaze.
"My classmates invited me to watch, alright? Just tell me if you're going or not."
"Sure, why not."
Yu Xiaowei's expression suddenly brightened, and he pulled out a gold soul coin from his soul guide, tossing it into Bai Chenxiang's hand.
"That's your tip. I'll also pay for the tickets to the Grand Soul Battle Arena."
"Wow, boss, you're so generous."
After weighing it and confirming it was a real gold soul coin, Bai Chenxiang immediately smiled and gave Yu Xiaowei a thumbs up.
In front of that gold coin, everything Bai He had told her was forgotten.
As expected of someone from a wealthy family—rich and powerful.
The Grand Soul Battle Arena in Tianxing City was located in the center of the city.
Bai Chenxiang explained to Yu Xiaowei as they walked.
"Our Grand Arena is divided into the main soul battle arena and 36 sub-arenas, which can accommodate 60,000 spectators at once."
"Unlike your Heaven Dou Empire's arena, which has both betting matches and life-and-death matches, all matches in our Star Luo Empire arena are only life-and-death battles."
"For someone like you from Heaven Dou, you need a special life-and-death battle badge to participate in our Star Luo Empire battles."
"The strong live and the weak die. That's the secret to the strength of the Star Luo Empire."
"But because of that, our clan members aren't suited for fighting in the Grand Arena."
Looking at the large crowd in the arena, filled with both soul masters and civilians, and their faces filled with excitement, Yu Xiaowei couldn't help but sigh.
Such a strong "Gu-raising" style.
No wonder the soul masters of the Star Luo Empire generally had stronger combat effectiveness than those from Heaven Dou.
The strong live, the weak die.
Soul masters trained in such an environment, though fewer in number than those in Heaven Dou, were far stronger in battle than those who had never seen blood.
Just as Bai Chenxiang suggested they watch a silver-level soul battle, a staff member suddenly ran out from the arena to announce that a gold-level death match would soon begin in the main arena, between two soul kings.
Yu Xiaowei immediately perked up and rushed to ask about ticket prices for the main arena.
Bai Chenxiang, following behind, couldn't help but jump. She had wanted to help this "dog owner" save money, but he turned out to be so extravagant.
"Regular seating in the main arena ranges from one to ten gold soul coins, depending on proximity."
"VIP boxes range from 1,000 to 10,000 gold soul coins, with capacity from two to twenty people. Which would you prefer?"
The ticket staff enthusiastically introduced the prices.
Hearing the prices, Bai Chenxiang couldn't help licking her lips. She had gone to the cheapest arena before with classmates and watched a low-level iron soul battle. The three of them had only spent ten copper coins total. She hadn't expected the main arena to be this expensive.
Yu Xiaowei calmly pulled out a red soul coin card. Immediately, the people in line behind him gasped at the sight of the bright red card.
"Damn, red."
"Whose noble is this? From the royal family?"
"No, nobles have their own boxes—they don't need to buy tickets."
"Then who is this local tyrant?"
Ignoring the chatter, Yu Xiaowei handed the card to the staff.
"The biggest VIP box. Add all available services."
"Yes, honored guest, please wait a moment."
The ticket seller respectfully accepted the card.
He had worked at the Grand Arena for over ten years, and this was the first time he had seen a red soul coin card.
He knew this kind of card meant extreme wealth or noble status.
After processing the ticket, with the help of a servant, Yu Xiaowei took Bai Chenxiang to the largest VIP box in the Grand Arena.
Upon entering, Bai Chenxiang curiously touched everything.
Her family had been in decline since she was born. She was used to a frugal life, so this luxurious room amazed her.
Yu Xiaowei sat on the soft sofa, looking out over the main arena through the large floor-to-ceiling window, nodding in satisfaction.
You get what you pay for. The most expensive box was truly the best.
After looking around, Bai Chenxiang plopped down on the sofa and said with a smile:
"I didn't expect you to buy such expensive tickets."
Yu Xiaowei laughed and waved his soul coin card.
"I wanted to use this to help your family. Unfortunately, your grandfather, that stubborn old man, didn't want my money and even insulted me, which is why I was so angry this morning."
"Ah!!!"
Bai Chenxiang was stunned.
According to Yu Xiaowei, there was a mountain of gold in front of her grandfather, and he refused it.
Not knowing about the return to the Clear Sky Sect, Bai Chenxiang simply thought her grandfather had lost his mind.
As she was filled with confusion and resentment, the two contestants took the stage.
As soon as they stepped into the ring, the entire arena erupted in deafening cheers.
Gold-level battles were legendary but rarely seen.
Among the two contestants, Yu Xiaowei recognized one immediately—Yan.
The strongest of Spirit Hall's golden generation.
A fire lord spirit with dual fire and earth attributes.
In the Continental Elite Soul Master Tournament, I beat him in a single blow.
Honestly, if not for me, with his martial soul and soul power, Feng Xiaotian and Yu Tianheng might've lost to him.
I just told Yue Guan I needed a gold-level soul master to set the stage for me, but I didn't expect them to send Yan—a ruthless guy.
Across from Yan stood a tall, muscular middle-aged man radiating explosive strength.
According to the announcer, he was a noble from the Star Luo royal family, with a soul power of level 55, four levels above Yan.
But you can't just overpower a gold badge soul master. No one underestimated Yan.
When the middle-aged man released his martial soul, Yu Xiaowei let out a gasp.
It was a jet-black tiger with a white "king" pattern on its forehead.
Seeing this, Bai Chenxiang explained the spirit to Yu Xiaowei.
"This is a mutant martial soul from the Star Luo Imperial Family called the Ghost Tiger. It's fast and has powerful offensive strength."
"It's considered both an agility-attack and power-attack type."
Yu Xiaowei asked in surprise:
"You know people in the Star Luo royal family?"
"No."
"Then how do you know all this?"
Bai Chenxiang smiled proudly.
"Our Min Clan is the best intelligence force on the continent."
"Knowledge like this isn't secret—it's required study."
"My grandfather says, any great clan with us is like having an extra pair of eyes."
Yu Xiaowei nodded thoughtfully, smiling slightly.
As they chatted, the match began.
The Fire Lord Yan clashed with the Ghost Tiger Soul King, shaking the arena with flying debris and body slams, thrilling the crowd.
Bai Chenxiang's eyes widened.
The powerful offense and defense of the Fire Lord and the extreme speed of the Ghost Tiger—especially the shadow clone soul skill—made her cheer aloud.
Coming from a non-offensive family, she'd never seen such fierce soul masters before.
Compared to her, Yu Xiaowei looked uninterested.
The two on stage were good, but still far inferior to Tang Hao at level 75.
I can kill someone like Tang Hao—why would I care about these two?
But the point wasn't the battle. I spent all this money to let Bai Chenxiang see something herself.
As time passed, both fighters were covered in wounds.
The Tianxing Grand Arena rule was: one must die for the match to end.
So the fight didn't stop but got bloodier. They fought through injuries.
Bai Chenxiang grew more nervous, her small hands clenched and sweaty.
She kept screaming inside: "This gold-level battle is just too thrilling!"
Suddenly, the situation changed.
Yan roared and unleashed his strongest skill: Flying Sand and Wild Fire, combined with his fourth skill, Magma Wave Control.
The Ghost Tiger Soul King, weakened, couldn't resist anymore. He was hit, spat blood, and flew back toward the ring's edge.
Bai Chenxiang's eyes followed him—and saw a familiar face in the VIP box behind him.
Her cousin, Tang San.
Across from him stood a charming woman—no, a woman with an Adam's apple. That meant the woman, prettier than her, was actually a man!
At this point, Bai Chenxiang's attention shifted entirely away from the fight.
She stared at Tang San and the demon-like figure, trying to read their lips. But she hadn't studied lip reading well enough.
Suddenly, she saw Tang San half-kneel, pull out a white jade box, and hand it to the demon.
Bai Chenxiang's eyes widened. She recognized that white jade box—it was her grandfather Bai He's treasure.
She remembered as a child, she'd tried to touch it once and was slapped by the fierce Bai He.
How could Tang San have this box?
And why was he giving it away?
Who was that man-woman?
Questions swirled in Bai Chenxiang's mind. She couldn't sit still. She stood up and rushed to the window, intending to dash to Tang San's box and question him.
Her strange behavior worried Yu Xiaowei. Following her gaze, he said in surprise:
"Hey, isn't that Ju Douluo from Spirit Hall?"
"And the one across from him—isn't that Tang San from our academy?"