A Bet, with Herself as the Stakes

Ye Qingxin! "Your surname is Ye too!"

That evening, after returning to the hotel, Ye Han was slightly surprised when he heard the girl's name.

"Mm!"

The girl nodded obediently.

"All right! My name is Ye Han."

After the simple introductions, things became awkward for a moment. Ye Han did not know what to talk about.

Ye Qingxin was beautiful, and her freshly washed golden hair was even more dazzling. If she took care of herself for a while longer and her slightly rough skin regained its smooth, tender glow, she would become another peerless beauty.

But Ye Han was not some inexperienced loser. Having spent so much time with the Snow Empress and Ice Empress, his standards had long since been spoiled.

The girl was beautiful, certainly, but she lacked that feeling that made his heart race.

"Feelings can be cultivated. Take it slow. I'll go borrow some books for you, then we'll leave this place so that noble young master won't come harass you again," the Snow Empress said.

Then she exchanged a look with the Ice Empress, and the two left together.

The attempt to create an opportunity for them to be alone was so obvious that Ye Han would have had to be an idiot not to notice.

He could not help but smile bitterly. It seemed he really had put the two women through a lot.

"Qingxin, where are you from?"

Since the two women wanted him to win this girl over so badly, he could not disappoint them.

Ye Han tried to close the distance between them.

Ye Qingxin was very obedient and answered every question, but Ye Han always felt that she was somewhat impatient.

"If you're tired, I'll take you back to rest," Ye Han said gently, concern in his voice.

Ye Qingxin raised her head, and a trace of determination suddenly flashed through her eyes.

Looking at Ye Han, she said, "Let's fight. If I win, let me go. If you win, then from this day onward, I'll be yours."

Ye Han froze, then laughed speechlessly.

The woman was a soul master, and her cultivation was not weak. He could sense that much. But fight him?

"Do you know what my cultivation level is before daring to challenge me? You're even staking your entire life on it." Ye Han looked at Ye Qingxin's resolute gaze and smiled.

"Y-you, what cultivation level are you?"

Ye Qingxin immediately became a little nervous upon hearing that.

Ye Han was simply too confident, making the girl suspect that he might be an old monster skilled at preserving his youth.

"I'm a level fifty-seven Soul King," Ye Han answered truthfully.

Who would believe that a fourteen-year-old was a Soul King, let alone level fifty-seven?

Yet Ye Qingxin smiled when she heard it.

She had thought he was incredibly powerful.

So he was only a mere Soul King.

Ye Han was momentarily dazzled by Ye Qingxin's confident smile. Then he saw the provocation in her eyes as she said, "Just tell me whether you dare or not."

Ye Qingxin felt certain of victory now. Her only concern was that Ye Han would not dare to fight, so she even resorted to taunting him.

"Who gave you that courage, Liang Jingru?"

Ye Han stood up and made an exceptionally elegant inviting gesture. "Let's go! Only a fool would turn down a wife delivered right to his door."

Ye Qingxin's gaze faltered slightly. She looked around, then restrained the killing intent in her heart and walked out of the hotel with a cold face.

Her guards had not arrived yet, so she did not dare kill Ye Han.

Heaven Dou City, Battle Arena.

A man and a woman stood facing each other.

The man's sky-blue hair hung straight down to his ankles. Dressed in flowing white robes, he was handsome as an immortal, elegant and unworldly.

His gaze was calm as he looked directly at the woman before slowly releasing his Martial Soul.

A wave of cold spread through the air, followed by five dazzling Soul Rings: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black.

"Ye Han, level fifty-seven control-type Soul King," he said in a clear voice, devoid of any worldly airs.

The woman opposite him had golden hair cascading to her waist. Her tall, slender figure was exquisitely curved, her nose high and delicate, and her long phoenix eyes faintly revealed a cold gleam. She carried an air of authority that made people dare not underestimate her, while her slightly angular features only heightened her peerless splendor.

She wore a smile at the corner of her lips, yet gave off an icy feeling.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black.

Six Soul Rings appeared one after another.

Ye Qingxin looked at Ye Han with a teasing expression.

In her imagination, once Ye Han saw her true strength, his expression would surely be spectacular.

And Ye Han did indeed give her a response.

His mouth opened slightly in surprise. He had never expected that a girl who gave off only the aura of a Soul Grandmaster would actually possess the cultivation of a Soul Emperor.

But he was only surprised.

Then he looked at Ye Qingxin calmly and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

Ye Han was calm, but the spectators were growing anxious.

They had been excited at the prospect of witnessing a battle between a Soul King and a Soul Emperor, but when they saw the two chatting so leisurely, the audience immediately lost patience.

Damn it, so what if you were good-looking and powerful? You were wasting their time, and they were going to curse you out for it.

"Fight, you bastards! Don't tell me you can't bring yourself to hit her just because she's pretty?"

"Bullshit. He's just a coward. He saw that her cultivation is higher and doesn't dare make a move."

"You fox on the stage, are you posing for your mother? Beat him up already!"

All kinds of things were shouted. Women cursed women, men cursed men, each minding their own business with clear lines drawn between them.

"You're not worthy of knowing my identity. If you admit defeat now, it's not too late," Ye Qingxin said.

A golden longsword appeared in her hand, its sharp sword aura shooting straight toward Ye Han.

Unfortunately, Ye Qingxin had no idea that if she revealed her name now, Ye Han would immediately turn around, leave, and let her go.

Since the woman refused to reveal her identity, Ye Han could only search through his memories.

He thought over the main characters of Douluo Continent. There did not seem to be anyone with a sword Martial Soul, much less such a powerful woman. After thinking for a while, he still could not find anyone who matched the woman before him.

He had lived in this world for more than fifty thousand years, and he had only skimmed through the novel Douluo Continent. There were only a handful of things and people he remembered. He simply could not find any information about the woman before him.

"Make your move! We can go home and have children today."

Ye Han gave a wicked smile. Since she was just some random nobody, there was nothing more to say. He stomped heavily on the ground.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Bone-piercing cold spread out, and the temperature throughout the entire arena instantly dropped below freezing.

First Soul Skill, Arctic Chill.

Whoosh!

A gust of frigid wind swept through, freezing even the air as countless Ice Crystals fell from nowhere.

Angel Holy Sword.

Ye Qingxin silently invoked it, activating her Fifth Soul Skill and slashing out with her sword.

Ye Han's brows twitched as he thought, This woman is really ruthless. She used her Fifth Soul Skill right from the start.

He clearly saw the woman's fifth Soul Ring flash faintly.

Boom!~

That streak of Arctic Chill was cleaved apart by a single sword strike and scattered in every direction.

Crack! Crack!~

The ground of the Battle Arena instantly froze and split apart.

Second Soul Skill, Holy Light.

Flash! The sudden burst of light made many people instinctively close their eyes.

But Ye Han merely narrowed his eyes slightly.

He lived in the Far North. Every day at sunrise, the light reflected across that world of ice and snow was no weaker than the soul skill Ye Qingxin had just unleashed.

Boom!~

The sword aura that had split apart the Arctic Chill reached Ye Han, only to shatter immediately.

PS: Looks like I need to change my writing style. Brothers, can you throw me a few votes?