Su Zui continued to explain the order in which to consume the Immortal Herb to Qian Renxue. His voice was not loud, but his explanation was very clear.
"Take the Lovesick Heartbreak Red first. It has already recognized you as its master and can protect your heart and Divine Soul. The latter two medicines are too potent; without it as a foundation, your vital energy won't be able to withstand them."
"Then comes the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, to replenish your damaged foundation over the years. Finally, there's the inner core of the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent, whose supreme yang power will thoroughly cleanse the pollution left by the Fallen Angel in your Martial Soul."
Qian Renxue gently exhaled and brought the Lovesick Heartbreak Red to her lips.
The petals enter the mouth, their sweet and smooth texture sliding down the throat and into the stomach.
Contrary to expectations, a gentle warmth rose from my lower abdomen.
These warm currents slowly spread through her limbs and bones, like a warm stream, flowing over every hidden wound left by her years of cultivation, battles, and the backlash from the Fallen Angel's mark.
She could feel the warmth coursing through her damaged meridians, gently repairing the cracks.
The previously aching foundation felt as if it were being supported by a pair of gentle hands, and slowly stabilized.
Beside him, Qian Daoliu unconsciously took half a step forward, his gaze fixed on Qian Renxue.
Bibi Dong stood on the edge of the shadows, her grip on the scepter tight, her eyes swirling with restrained yet anxious emotions. Neither of them uttered a sound, afraid of disturbing her.
The medicinal power of the Lovesick Heartbreak Red settled in her body. Qian Renxue closed her eyes and felt it for a while. The warmth completely entered her Divine Soul, and her heart felt warm and peaceful, as if she had an invisible armor that firmly protected her mind.
She opened her eyes and looked at the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower on the altar.
"The second one."
Su Zui nodded. "It's mild in nature, but potent. Take your time; it will flow naturally along your meridians. Don't force it; let it find its own way."
Qian Renxue reached out her hand, her fingertips gently touching the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower.
The leaf trembled slightly, and the golden-red veins suddenly lit up. The entire Immortal Herb transformed into a stream of light, flowing from her fingertips into her palm.
A surge of vibrant life force suddenly exploded within her.
Unlike the gentle warmth of the Lovesick Heartbreak Red, the power of the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower is like a powerful spring rain, sweeping through every inch of her meridians.
The depleted bloodline was replenished, and the dormant Angel Divine Power was gradually activated.
A halo of emerald gold rose around Qian Renxue, her long hair moved without wind, and her robes were billowed by the air currents.
She could feel the source within her body growing at a visible speed, a sense of fullness emanating from her very bones and blood.
This vitality did not stop, and surged all the way towards the Martial Soul Origin.
The mark of the Fallen Angel was hidden deep within the Angel Martial Soul, like a stagnant dark mass, now being washed away by the vitality of the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, and was beginning to loosen.
Qian Renxue frowned slightly; she could feel the filth hidden deep within struggling.
"Don't rush to touch it."
Su Zui's voice rang out at just the right moment.
"The Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower is here to strengthen your foundation, not to remove pollution. If you forcibly remove it now, you will only damage its source. Let it nourish you first, build up your foundation, and then let the last herb deal with it."
Qian Renxue calmed herself down, no longer paying attention to the dormant darkness, and allowed the life force of the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower to flow through her body, filling the foundation that had been depleted over the years.
After an unknown amount of time, the emerald-gold halo slowly receded, returning to calm.
Qian Renxue opened her eyes, her gaze much brighter than before, and the fluctuations of her Soul Power were also more stable.
Qian Daoliu finally couldn't help but speak, his tone filled with barely suppressed joy. "Your foundation has been restored? Your aura has stabilized considerably."
Qian Renxue nodded gently. "Mmm, much better."
Su Zui reached out and took out the crimson inner core. The primal power of the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent trembled slightly in his palm, and a scorching aura rushed out, distorting the air itself.
"The last ingredient, and also the most important one."
Su Zui looked at Qian Renxue, his expression turning serious.
"The inner core of the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent is extremely yang and fierce, with domineering power. Its task is to completely burn away the pollution left by the Fallen Angel in your Martial Soul. This process will be very painful."
Qian Renxue looked at the inner core, her Adam's apple bobbing slightly, but she did not back down.
She recalled how Su Zui risked his life to kill Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpents on the Hell Road, all for this one inner core.
Thinking back on the journey, he realized how many methods he had tried to gather the three treasures.
It's just a little pain, what's so unbearable about that?
Qian Renxue raised her hand and took the inner core, feeling a scorching heat emanating from her palm.
"I know," she said. "Come on."
The moment the inner core entered the mouth, a Berserk, scorching heat exploded out.
Qian Renxue let out a muffled groan, her whole body tensing up abruptly, veins bulging on her forehead, and beads of cold sweat sliding down her temples.
That intense yang energy, like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely poured into her meridians, rushing all the way to the place where her Martial Soul Origin was hidden deep within.
The dark pollution that had been dormant within the body for many years, like a venomous snake awakened, struggled wildly and clashed violently with the power of yang deep within the meridians.
The excruciating pain surged like a tidal wave, one wave higher than the next.
Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, suppressing a painful groan in her throat. The golden-white light around her surged violently, with streaks of dark light occasionally darting out—the final counterattack of the Fallen Angels ' corruption.
Qian Daoliu's expression changed drastically, and he pushed off with his feet to step forward. Su Zui, however, raised his hand and steadily stopped him.
"Grandpa, don't go over there."
Su Zui's gaze was fixed on Qian Renxue, but his voice was surprisingly steady.
"She is currently at the most crucial stage of refining her power. If outsiders' Soul Power intervenes, it will disrupt the balance of her own internal forces, making things even more dangerous."
Qian Daoliu abruptly stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with anxiety as he stared intently at Qian Renxue, his lips pressed into a tight line.
Bibi Dong stood in the shadows, her fingertips already digging into her palms. She too dared not step forward, and could only hold her breath, watching intently.
Within Qian Renxue's body, the power of supreme yang and the dark pollution were engaged in a fierce battle.
The intense yang fire advanced domineeringly, burning away the remaining impurities into wisps of smoke. But each instance of impurity being cleared brought with it a piercing pain.
Her Angel Origin was repeatedly washed by this power, and her golden-white divine light grew brighter and brighter. In the shadows, something was quietly awakening.
The pain intensified, and Qian Renxue could barely hold on; her vision blurred.
Suddenly, many images flashed through her mind— Su Zui's back as he stood in front of her on the Hell Road, the warmth he offered, and his words, "I'll walk with you."
She gritted her teeth and forcefully suppressed the excruciating pain that felt like it was tearing her apart.
"We cannot fall here."
After an unknown amount of time, the Berserk heat finally began to slowly subside.
The last trace of dark pollution within his body was completely burned away by the supreme yang fire, turning into a wisp of green smoke and disappearing without a trace. Deep within the Angel Origin, there was no longer a trace of the shadow of the Fallen Angel remaining, a place of unprecedented purity and holiness.
Even more unexpectedly, there are the Lovesick Heartbreak Red, the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent Inner Core.
The simultaneous absorption of these three treasures by Qian Renxue seemed to cause some kind of special change within her body.
The light surrounding Qian Renxue suddenly surged.
The golden-white Angel light suddenly transformed into pure gold at this moment, and the dazzling golden light shot into the sky, breaking through the dome of the Angel Temple and piercing straight into the clouds.
In the same instant, the world changed color.
Above Spirit City, the once clear sky suddenly darkened, thick clouds surged, and a gale howled.
Immediately afterwards, a pure golden beam of light tore through the clouds and descended from the sky, enveloping the Angel Temple. Within the beam of light, countless golden and white feathers appeared out of thin air and fluttered down.
Within that pillar of light, Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes.
Behind her, Angel wings unfolded layer by layer, one pair, two pairs, three pairs... six enormous Angel wings fully unfurled within the pure gold pillar of light, their white edges edged with flowing golden divine patterns, their wingspan so vast it almost obscured half the temple.
Twelve wings, a full twelve wings, silently unfolded amidst the extraordinary phenomena of heaven and earth.
Twelve-Winged Blazing Angel, God King level Martial Soul!
Qian Daoliu stood there, stunned, his eyes suddenly reddening, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
He stared at the twelve outstretched wings behind Qian Renxue, at the sacred golden light soaring into the sky, his mind blank.
The Angel Clan has inherited Martial Soul for countless generations, but the highest they can achieve is only Six-Winged Angel.
At this moment, Qian Renxue's Martial Soul completely transformed into Twelve-Winged Blazing Angel.
This was something that had never happened before in the entire history of the Angel Clan.
Bibi Dong finally released her grip on the scepter. She gazed at the twelve wings, a glint of light flashing in her purplish-gold eyes—a light that was hard to discern, perhaps a mixture of relief, awe, or something else entirely.
Only Su Zui recognized what the illusory figure behind Qian Renxue was.
Isn't this Michael, the Angel Michael Western mythology?
Holy crap, Qian Renxue's Martial Soul has actually evolved into Angel!