Douluo: My power increases in Two levels

Han Feng: "Sister Qianqian... Why am I wearing a dress!? "

Qian Renxue: "…"

Han Feng: "Sister Qianqian... Is this your dress? It smells really nice! "

Qian Renxue: "…"

Han Feng: "Sister Qianqian... Did you undress me!? "

Qian Renxue: "…"

Han Feng: "Sister Qianqian, you've already seen me naked. I'm tainted. I can't live with myself. I must end it! "

Qian Renxue: "…"

Han Feng: "Sister Qianqian, why aren't you stopping me? After all we've been through—our lives tied together—and you don't even care if I die? "

At this point, Qian Renxue was starting to regret her entire life's decisions—particularly the one where she'd, on a whim, decided to bring this annoying brat along with her.

Yes, it had been partly because Han Feng shamelessly clung to her, but also because she couldn't bear to leave a not-even-nine-year-old alone in the dangerous, soul beast-infested Star Dou Forest.

But now?

Death might actually be a blessing from the Angel God.

Qian Renxue had never in her life met a boy with such a thick face and such an unfiltered mouth. Once he started talking, it was like he couldn't stop.

Of course, it was partly Han Feng's fault for being misled by the original story. In reality, if an ordinary kid knew someone was a Spirit Ancestor, how would they dare act this boldly?

Even if Qian Renxue claimed she was a low-ranked one, advanced through medicine, and unlikely to improve further, she was still a Spirit Ancestor!

In real life, Spirit Ancestors were elite—far from the throwaway characters they sometimes appeared to be in the novels. This also wasn't helped by Han Dang, a proper Spirit Ancestor himself, who had shown no authority at all around his wife and son.

"Sister Qianqian"

SMACK!

Han Feng had just opened his mouth again when Qian Renxue finally snapped. Her elegant brows furrowed, and she grabbed Han Feng by the cheeks, pinching both sides of his face hard.

"Say one more word—and I'll sew your mouth shut! "

Frankly, it was only because Han Feng was lucky. Two years later, if he dared act like this in the palace courts, where treachery lurked in every corner, he'd be long dead.

Han Feng swallowed nervously, flashing a sheepish smile.

To be fair, his puppy-dog look was disarmingly cute. Qian Renxue's anger melted away faster than she wanted to admit. With an exasperated sigh, she let him go and saw the 'wronged' look in his eyes.

She rolled her eyes and grumbled,

"Fine. You get twenty words. Say what you need to say."

Han Feng beamed and skipped up beside her.

"I was just going to ask... Where are we going? "

Qian Renxue glanced at him, seeing that he clearly had more to say but was holding back. She was annoyed—and amused. Ever since meeting him, her emotions had been... unpredictable.

Very different from the cold numbness she felt inside Spirit Hall.

Being with Han Feng made her want to cry and laugh at the same time. He had this frustrating talent for defusing her anger just before it boiled over. It was strange... but not unpleasant.

"Where else? To find your mother—and help you hunt your second spirit ring."

She walked ahead like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But when she turned back... Han Feng was gone.

Her face darkened instantly, only to look back and find Han Feng still standing in place. She frowned.

"What's wrong? "

"Sister Qianqian…"

Han Feng stepped forward slowly, then took her delicate, pale hand in his own. His voice lowered dramatically:

"I love you."

BOOM!

Qian Renxue's heart skipped a beat. Her cheeks turned bright red, overwhelmed by a mix of shyness, anger, and... confusion.

That was the first time in her life someone had confessed to her.

But then she looked again—Han Feng's eyes were clear and innocent.

She quickly regained composure, half laughing, half scolding:

"All I did was save your life, and you say you love me? What about your mother? She carried you for ten months and raised you for years. Have you ever told her that? "

As she spoke, a hint of sadness flickered in her beautiful golden eyes—she thought of Bibi Dong.

Han Feng didn't catch her shift in mood. He blinked once, then said,

"I'll tell her the moment I get back! "

"And your father? "

Han Feng hesitated this time. His large eyes showed a rare bit of struggle.

"He... always calls me a little brat."

Han Feng muttered awkwardly, his face reddening slightly. He had a strange sense that his mental age had regressed along with his body since reincarnating.

Was this what they meant by "economic base determines superstructure"?

Han Feng forgot that even in his past life, he hadn't been particularly mature. At age twenty, he was still watching SpongeBob reruns.

Qian Renxue laughed despite herself, finally letting the matter drop.

"Anyway... I suppose I was being nosy. If I want to help you get your second spirit ring, I need to know your martial soul and first spirit skill—only then can I find the right soul beast. But if you'd rather not tell me, then I won't push."

She looked at Han Feng, waiting for his answer.

But to her surprise, he didn't hesitate for even a second.

"My name's Han Feng, eight and a half years old, currently studying at the Stan City Junior Spirit Master Academy. Martial soul: Shield of Seraphim. Has mild flame-control abilities. First spirit skill: Guardian's Mandate—a state-type skill that boosts defense and soul power by 60%."

Qian Renxue blinked. She completely ignored all the random filler in his self-introduction and focused on what mattered. Her golden eyes shimmered with something unfamiliar.

So this is what it feels like… to be trusted unconditionally.

Han Feng caught the change in her eyes. Her gaze had become gentler, and even he couldn't help but blush a little. If not for the lingering awkwardness, he might've felt even more embarrassed.

Of course, he'd only shared the basics—nothing truly important. He had revealed his martial soul and first skill openly even at school, so it wasn't a secret.

But as for his external soul bone, second martial soul, and self-created techniques?

He hadn't breathed a word.

Not to mention, even the ability of his first spirit skill—to nullify the first hit entirely—he kept that part to himself.

To ease the lingering awkwardness, Han Feng grinned and said seriously,

"My first ring came from a 400-year-old Bullhorn Lava Turtle. For my second ring, I'd like something similar—high defense and fire attribute."

Qian Renxue was brought back from her thoughts by his voice. She gently ruffled his hair and smiled.

"That's a good idea. But your big sis has something even better in mind."

Without even realizing it, she had started calling herself "big sis."

Neither of them noticed how natural it felt.

Han Feng frowned slightly.

Seeing his look of skepticism, Qian Renxue just smiled mysteriously. She grabbed his little hand, unfurled a pair of snow-white wings, and took off into the air.

Han Feng curiously reached out to touch them.

So this is Sister Qianqian's martial soul? She can fly… so cool...

Qian Renxue felt his touch and shot him a sharp glare—but didn't stop him.

After all, this was only one pair of wings.

She had far more than just these.

This pair was just… a small part of her true martial soul.