Qian Renxue: My Master Has Lived for Tens of Thousands of Years?!

Tang San stood up, his gaze sweeping across the crowd as he spoke slowly:

"Look closely. That Angel Holy Sword is suppressing an immensely vast and evil energy."

"This proves that the power of this sword is formidable. If it were to fall into the hands of someone with malicious intent, it would surely bring a great catastrophe upon the entire continent."

"Only when wielded by someone righteous can the Angel Holy Sword truly benefit the continent."

"Qian Yuhan in the vision is obsessed with becoming a God, blinded by desire. She has likely already been corrupted by evil. If she were to ascend to godhood, she would undoubtedly be an Evil God!"

"Therefore, Senior Poseidon's intervention to stop her was for the sake of all living beings. It was a true act of justice!"

Tang San's words were righteous and impassioned.

He concluded:

"Thus, a divine artifact like the Angel Holy Sword should not be in the hands of a wicked faction like the Martial Soul Hall, and it certainly should not be in the hands of that woman, Qian Renxue!"

"It belongs to us, Shrek, and to the side of justice!"

Xiao Wu nodded repeatedly, her large eyes filled with a look of admiration.

"My brother is absolutely right!"

Oscar, Dai Mubai, and the others chimed in, agreeing that Tang San's analysis made perfect sense.

Only Zhu Zhuqing furrowed her delicate brows. She remained noncommittal toward Tang San's rhetoric, instead finding herself more interested in something else.

She parted her lips slightly and asked:

"However, who exactly is this man named Lu Ming?"

"What kind of charm does he possess that could make a figure like the First Generation Angel God, Qian Yuhan, so infatuated with him?"

Ma Hongjun, listening from the side, spoke up with a sour tone, his voice dripping with jealousy.

"Yeah! How is that fair?"

"This Lu Ming already has a stunning beauty with flowing silver hair by his side, and now he's being favored by the First Generation Angel God!"

"Although I don't know who that silver-haired woman is, just looking at her phantom on the Sky Screen, you can tell she is impossibly beautiful and incredibly powerful."

"This Lu Ming, having a beauty on each arm—it's enough to make anyone grit their teeth with envy!"

Just as everyone was discussing it, Yu Xiaogang, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke up.

His voice carried a hint of gravity and shock.

"Have you... not noticed?"

"The person who appeared out of thin air on the Sun Moon Continent and killed that Seven-Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the Evil Eye Tyrant, with a single palm..."

"It is this Lu Ming!"

BOOM!

Yu Xiaogang's words exploded in everyone's minds like a thunderbolt.

The Shrek members' eyes widened instantly, their faces filled with shock.

"What?!"

"Master, are you telling the truth?!"

"It seems... it really is him! That white robe, that temperament—it's exactly the same!"

"Heavens! This Lu Ming, could he actually be a figure who existed tens of thousands of years ago?"

"Not only does he know the First Generation Angel God and the Sea God, but he has lived until now?!"

"Just how terrifying is his strength?"

For a moment, the only sound inside the large tent was the collective intake of cold breath.

The name Lu Ming instantly became incomparably mysterious and heavy in their hearts.

Meanwhile.

Atop the city walls of Jialing Pass, on the side of the Martial Soul Empire.

Pope Bibi Dong sat upon her throne, dressed in a luxurious purple-gold gown, her entire being radiating the domineering aura of one who rules the world.

She elegantly crossed her long, beautiful legs, which were wrapped in black spiderweb stockings, her jade feet encased in a pair of exquisite purple high heels. Her entire person was filled with a mature and dangerous charm.

Her gaze fell upon the Sky Screen, a hint of curiosity flashing through her purple eyes.

"The Angel Holy Sword? Condensing the power of faith from the mortal world to become a God?"

Bibi Dong's red lips curled into a playful smile.

The path to godhood she had taken was completely different from this.

It was neither the step-by-step inheritance of a god position like Qian Renxue or Tang San, nor was it the path of condensing faith to create one's own god position like Qian Yuhan.

Her Rakshasa God position was something she had forcibly seized from slaughter and conspiracy, groping her way forward step by step through her own wisdom and strength.

The arduousness of that process far exceeded what an ordinary person could imagine.

Beside her, Qian Renxue wore golden soft armor that outlined her perfect figure to the fullest.

Seeing her ancestor Qian Yuhan suffer a heavy blow from Poseidon's sneak attack, a blaze of fury ignited in her beautiful golden eyes, and her jade hand tightened involuntarily around the hilt of her sword.

"Ancestor is in danger!"

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, her voice cold and clear.

"This Sea God Poseidon is truly hypocritical to the extreme! Just like that Tang San, they are both despicable villains who only know how to use underhanded tricks!"

The disgust she felt in her heart toward the Sea God and Tang San deepened even further.

However, the very next moment, as the scene on the Sky Screen shifted and those two figures who saved Qian Yuhan appeared, Qian Renxue froze completely.

She saw it.

She saw a familiar figure she would never forget for as long as she lived.

That man in white, with an extraordinary temperament and a handsome, refined appearance...

Qian Renxue's golden pupils contracted sharply, her delicate body trembled violently, and she stood up from her seat subconsciously.

Her stunningly beautiful face was filled with shock.

Because...

On the Sky Screen, that mysterious powerhouse who saved the First Angel God and was deeply adored by her...

Was actually her master, Lu Ming!

"That... that isn't..."

Even Pope Bibi Dong, who was always calm and composed, unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before her, stood up abruptly from her throne in a state of agitation.

Her peerless long legs, encased in spiderweb-patterned black silk, were taut and straight, outlining a breathtaking curve. Her beautiful purple eyes stared fixedly at the Sky Screen, her voice trembling slightly.

"Qian Renxue, isn't that your master, Lu Ming?!"

Qian Renxue's delicate body shook violently.

She nodded, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum, yet it reached Bibi Dong's ears clearly.

"Yes... it is indeed my master."

It was more than just knowing him.

Her master's appearance, his every expression, his indifferent gaze that seemed to see through everything—it had long since been etched into the depths of her soul like the deepest of brands.

In this life, no, even for eternity, she would never be able to forget him.

But...

How is this possible?!

The massive shock left Qian Renxue's mind a complete blank. Beneath her golden soft armor, her curvaceous body trembled slightly, and her straight, slender legs went weak, nearly causing her to lose her footing.

"My master... actually appeared in a scene from twenty thousand years ago?"

She muttered to herself, her golden pupils filled with bewilderment and shock.

"Doesn't that mean... he... he has lived for twenty thousand years?"

Once this thought emerged, it was like a giant boulder cast into a calm lake, stirring up monstrous waves in her heart.

Bibi Dong was similarly shaken to her core. She slowly sat back down on her throne, but the way she shifted her crossed legs betrayed the turmoil within her.

She gazed at the peerless figure in white on the Sky Screen, her tone complex.