Douluo Continent: I Have No Thieves Under Heaven, the Explosive King Returns

Chapter 11 The Shameless Three Little Ones, the Golden Generation's Battle for Survival
The next day, Tianxia Wuzei, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes and said to the person outside the door in an annoyed tone.

"Fourth brother, now that you're here, don't hide. You're such a grown man, acting like a thief. Aren't you ashamed?"

"Squeak."

He had barely finished speaking when Lion Douluo pushed open the door and entered with an unhappy expression. "You little brat, are you a dog? Your nose is so sensitive! I was hiding my presence, how did you still manage to detect me?"

"There are no thieves in the world"—he smiled without saying a word.

He didn't actually smell it, but rather sensed it.

After obtaining his first spirit ring, the Explosive King granted him powerful perception, allowing him to clearly sense anything within a ten-meter radius centered on himself.

Burst King is primarily a wind-type character, with electric-type as a secondary attribute.

Perception is just one of its minor abilities.

The movie "No Thieves Under Heaven" doesn't explain anything; everyone needs a little bit of their own secrets.

He jumped out of bed and asked, "Fourth brother, what brings you here so early in the morning?"

"Don't you know what you did yesterday?" Lion Douluo rolled his eyes. "Take your brothers and come with me to see the Grand Elder."

"Okay, I understand." Tianxia Wuzei understood that yesterday's events had indeed had a very negative impact, but he did not regret it.

The traitors and rebels were his only remaining family on the Douluo Continent. He was not a heartless person, so naturally he couldn't ignore them.

He woke up the three traitors who had been cultivating all night, gave them a brief explanation, and then quickly brought them before Qian Daoliu.

When the thief saw him, he respectfully called out, "Master."

Before Qian Daoliu could respond, the three traitors shamelessly shouted, "Master!"

Qian Daoliu glanced at Tianxia Wuzei, who guiltily turned his head away and whistled.

Immediately, Qian Daoliu's voice echoed in his mind: "You're the one who taught them to shout like that, aren't you?"

"No, I didn't!" The thief denied it twice.

However, this little trick couldn't fool the shrewd Qian Daoliu.

He ignored the "No Thieves Under Heaven" and said to the three traitors, "I am not your master. I have already taken your eldest brother as my last disciple and will not take any more disciples."

Upon hearing Qian Daoliu deny the master-disciple relationship, the three traitors exchanged glances, remembering what Shi Tianxia Wuzei had told them.

The next second, the three of them suddenly pounced on Qian Daoliu in unison, their movements so fast that even Qian Daoliu couldn't react in time.

"Master!" the three cried out in unison, their voices as mournful as those of abandoned, resentful women.

The traitor grabbed Qian Daoliu's left leg, rubbing his face against it, smearing his snot and tears all over Qian Daoliu's snow-white robe.

"You can't abandon us! We dreamt last night that you were teaching us cultivation, and we were so moved that we cried. When we woke up, our pillows were soaked!"

Recognizing the thief as his father, he immediately slid to his knees, tightly hugged Qian Daoliu's right leg, and looked up with pitiful eyes.

"Great Elder! Feel my soul power! Isn't it purer than yesterday? This is all because I've been cultivating by silently reciting your name in my heart!"

The shifty-eyed boy grew bolder, lunging forward to hug Qian Daoliu's waist, sobbing uncontrollably, "Master! If you don't acknowledge us, we'll kneel here and die! Without your guidance, life is meaningless for us!"

Qian Daoliu's forehead veins bulged as he suppressed the urge to blast them away, and he said coldly, "I told you, I am not your master."

Instead of backing down, the three men became even more aggressive upon hearing this.

"Master! If you don't acknowledge us, we'll come to your door and cry every day! We'll cry until you soften your heart!" The traitor clung to his left leg and refused to let go.

The man, who had been misled by a thief, rolled his eyes and said, "If you don't acknowledge us, we'll still hang a banner at the entrance of the Spirit Hall that says, 'The Grand Elder started this affair and then abandoned his three pitiful disciples!'"

The shifty-eyed man was even more cunning: "Not only that, we're going to write a book! The title will be 'Those Years, the Geniuses Rejected by the High Priest'!"

Qian Daoliu: "..."

"No Thieves Under Heaven" covered his face, inwardly cursing wildly.

"Did I teach these three bastards like this? Their acting is even more exaggerated than mine! We're really going to get beaten up now."

The Lion Douluo was trembling from trying to suppress his laughter, his shoulders shaking as he thought, "Great Elder, you've finally met your match!"

"What kind of behavior is this!" Qian Daoliu finally lost his temper and used his soul power to push the three of them away.

Unexpectedly, the three traitors rolled on the ground and pounced on him, grabbing his legs.

"Master looks so cool even when he's furious!"

"Kick me again! After that, we'll take it as your acceptance of me as an apprentice!"

"Yes, yes, yes, beating is a sign of affection, scolding is a sign of love!" Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and glanced at Tianxia Wuzei with an unfriendly look, as if to say.

It was definitely you, you wretched creature, who taught him that.

The thief looked up at the sky and whistled, secretly cursing, "You three bastards, just wait until we get back and I'll teach you a lesson!"

Tired of the noise, Qian Daoliu finally lost his temper and waved his hand, sealing the mouths of the three traitors.

Unexpectedly, the three of them held on tightly and refused to let go, showing a determination that they would rather die than let go unless you agreed.

Helpless, Qian Daoliu said, "Let go. Although I will not accept you as disciples, the other elders have this idea."

Having achieved his goal, Tianxia Wuzei quickly gave the three traitors a wink.

The three of them quickly got off Qian Daoliu, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

Qian Daoliu somewhat regretted taking Tianxia Wuzei as his disciple.

Because this person has no shame whatsoever.

After letting out a long sigh, he slowly spoke: "I called you here because there is something I need to tell you."

The four men, who had previously acted nonchalantly, became serious.

Qian Daoliu nodded in satisfaction: "Although it wasn't your fault yesterday, it still had a negative impact on the Spirit Hall Academy."

In order to avoid affecting other students of the Spirit Hall and to resolve the conflict between you, the Papal Palace and the Hall of Worship have decided that you four brothers will engage in a life-or-death battle against the Golden Generation every year.

"You're sending us to our deaths! The Golden Generation is at least six years older than us. Although we don't get along with them, we can't deny that they are geniuses. Fight without holding back; even if we have one more person, our chances of winning are slim."

The phrase "No Thieves Under Heaven" is not meant to boost the morale of others and diminish our own, but rather to state the facts.

He is only at level eleven in terms of soul power, while the traitors and rebels don't even have level ten.

All three members of the Golden Generation were Soul Masters. What could they possibly use to fight? Their heads!

Qian Daoliu was very satisfied with the reaction to "No Thieves Under Heaven".

He doesn't act impulsively or arrogantly; he always assesses his own capabilities before doing anything.

Just like yesterday, the battle between Tianxia Wuzei and Yan.

It was intentional to provoke Yan, causing him to suppress his soul power below level 20.

They also had the Lion Douluo in charge to prevent any real accidents from happening.

He said he would commit suicide on the spot if he lost, but given his shameless nature, he would never actually do it.

Qian Daoliu looked at the solemn expression on Tianxia Wuzei's face, smiled faintly, and said, "Therefore, in your first and second years, the Golden Generation will suppress themselves by one major realm."

"Suppressing their cultivation level?" Tianxia Wuzei was taken aback, then realized, "You mean, when they were Soul Venerables, they suppressed their soul power to the level of Great Soul Masters, and when they were Soul Sect Masters, they suppressed their soul power to the level of Soul Venerables?"

“That’s right.” Qian Daoliu nodded. “This is the result of a joint discussion between the Hall of Offerings and the Papal Palace.”

The thief narrowed his eyes and quickly began to calculate in his mind.

If the Golden Generation can only unleash the power of a Great Soul Master in their first year, the four of us brothers might still have a fighting chance.

Suddenly, he remembered something and asked, "Master, what about the third year?"

Qian Daoliu gave him a meaningful look: "After the third year, there will be no more restrictions on life-or-death battles. One wrong move and you could die."

Upon hearing this, Tianxia Wuzei felt a chill run down his spine.

In other words, the golden generation will go all out in the third year, and that will be their biggest crisis.

"Understood." He took a deep breath and nodded emphatically.

"Hmm." Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the three traitors, and said indifferently, "Although I will not accept you as disciples, other elders also need disciples, so you can try your luck with them."

The three traitors immediately straightened their backs and said in unison, "We will obey the teachings of our Master... the Great Master!"

"Alright, go and cultivate properly." After giving his instructions, Qian Daoliu dismissed him.

"Tch, stingy."

"No Thief Under Heaven" glanced back at Qian Daoliu's residence and secretly gave him the middle finger before taking the three little ones to find their teacher.

Inside the hall, Qian Daoliu extended the middle finger of his right hand and muttered, "This gesture... it feels like an insult?"

(End of this chapter)