Qian Renxue's Attachment! Is Qian Yu Invincible Across the World?!

Jialing Pass, Jixia Academy encampment.

In stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere within the Spirit Hall Empire's central command tent, the great hall here felt warm and tranquil.

The hall's furnishings were simple, yet ancient and imposing in every detail. Sandalwood incense drifted through the air, soothing the senses.

Dressed in white, Qian Yu stood with his hands behind his back, silently gazing at the sky beyond the hall, which had been illuminated as brightly as day by the golden light of the divine decree.

Light yet hurried footsteps sounded behind him.

A graceful figure, like a fluttering golden butterfly filled with joy and longing, rushed into the great hall.

It was Qian Renxue.

Today, she wore a magnificent gilded gown. As she ran, its hem lifted slightly, outlining the already breathtaking contours of her young body.

Qian Renxue had grown into a graceful young woman of exquisite beauty, inheriting all the finest qualities of Qian Yu and Bibi Dong.

Her snow-white skin seemed almost translucent beneath the golden light. Her brilliant golden hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, while her equally golden eyes were as clear as the purest crystal, untouched by the slightest speck of dust.

She saw that familiar back, etched deep into her soul.

It had been the only warmth and support throughout her childhood.

"Father!"

A crisp, pleasant cry filled with deep filial affection rang out.

Qian Renxue could no longer contain herself. She rushed forward and tightly embraced Qian Yu from behind.

"Xue'er missed you so much!"

The girl's sweet fragrance and soft warmth instantly enveloped Qian Yu. Her cheek pressed tightly against his broad back, her voice carrying a trace of grievance and coquettishness.

Qian Yu turned around, and the indifference on his face became a gentle smile. He raised a hand and affectionately ruffled his daughter's soft golden hair.

"Enough, Xue'er."

"You're all grown up now. Why are you still acting like a child?"

His voice was as gentle as jade, carrying a power that could soothe all things.

Only then did Qian Renxue release him somewhat sheepishly. Yet she remained before Qian Yu, raising her flawless little face as she greedily looked at her father, unwilling to look away even for a moment.

She reluctantly stepped back half a pace. With that retreat, the girl's fully developed figure was completely revealed before Qian Yu.

Her body was slender and graceful, her curves captivating. In particular, her long, beautiful legs wrapped in her gown were straight and well-proportioned, brimming with youthful vitality and startling allure.

Yet her gaze remained as pure as a child's.

That extreme contrast gave her a unique charm.

In Qian Renxue's heart, her father was her sky.

Ever since she could remember, the woman called "mother" had given her nothing but coldness, rebukes, and even beatings.

It was precisely because of this that Qian Yu's sole warmth seemed so precious, so intoxicating, even causing her to develop an attachment she should not have had—one that frightened even herself.

This attachment was like a seed buried deep in her heart. As she grew older, it had long since taken root and sprouted, becoming a towering tree that occupied her entire heart.

She carefully guarded this secret, not daring to let anyone glimpse it, especially not the person standing before her.

Qian Yu saw the complicated emotion that flickered through the depths of his daughter's eyes and sighed inwardly, but he did not expose it.

He gently changed the subject and asked,

"Xue'er, how are your Angel's Nine Trials progressing?"

Hearing her father ask about serious matters, Qian Renxue immediately composed herself. Pride and confidence instantly appeared on her exquisite face.

She puffed out her already well-developed chest like a proud little peacock and replied brightly,

"Father, I've passed the Eighth Trial!"

A trace of approval appeared in Qian Yu's eyes.

"Oh? You've already passed the Eighth Trial?"

Qian Renxue nodded heavily, her golden eyes sparkling as she waited for her father's praise.

"Mhm! I only completed it a few days ago!"

Soul Power Rank 98.

Passed Angel's Eighth Trial.

"Well done."

Qian Yu's praise was as gentle as ever, yet it made Qian Renxue's heart feel as sweet as honey, and the smile on her face grew even brighter.

Qian Yu changed the subject and continued asking,

"Now that you've passed the Eighth Trial, why aren't you proceeding directly to the Ninth Trial?"

"With your current condition, completing the Ninth Trial and inheriting the Angel Godhood should not be difficult."

The moment he said this, the pride on Qian Renxue's face vanished.

An unnatural flush spread from her snow-white neck all the way to the tips of her ears.

Her gaze began to dart away. She did not dare meet Qian Yu's eyes, and her hands helplessly twisted the corner of her skirt.

"I... I still want to prepare a little more..."

The girl's voice was barely louder than a mosquito's, carrying a trace of panic that even she had not noticed.

Qian Yu quietly watched her without pressing further.

He knew what Angel's Ninth Trial entailed.

"Purge the distracting thoughts within one's heart, sever the seven emotions and six desires, and welcome the descent of divinity with the purest Heart of Holy Light."

And what was the greatest "distraction" in his daughter's heart?

For a moment, the atmosphere in the great hall became somewhat delicate.

Qian Renxue lowered her head, her thoughts in turmoil.

Just then.

Rumble—!

A deafening roar, seemingly from the primordial age, suddenly resounded across the heavens without warning.

Immediately afterward, the sky that had been shrouded in the golden light of the divine decree underwent a drastic change.

[Myriad Spirits Ranking]

[Ranking all Spirits throughout the Myriad Realms]

[All those ranked shall receive Heavenly Dao rewards!]

[Seventeenth Place: Clear Sky Hammer]

[Bearer: Tang Hao]

When the words "Clear Sky Hammer" and the ranking of "Seventeenth Place" appeared clearly upon the Heavenly Screen, all of Jialing Pass, whether on the Spirit Hall Empire's side or the Heaven Dou Empire's side, fell into dead silence.

Then came an uproar that soared to the heavens!

"The Clear Sky Hammer is only ranked seventeenth?"

Qian Renxue's clear golden eyes widened round, her rosy lips parting slightly as she was completely stunned by the sight before her.

As Spirit Hall's Saintess and its future heir, she knew more about the Clear Sky Hammer, the Spirit of her sworn enemy, than even ordinary disciples of the Clear Sky Sect.

The world's number one Weapon Spirit!

The embodiment of ultimate strength!

Every bearer was a renowned powerhouse on the continent!

Such a top-tier Spirit was actually... only ranked seventeenth?

Qian Renxue's worldview suffered a tremendous blow.

She murmured to herself,

"I really wonder what kind of monstrous Spirits are ranked above it?"

The girl's eyes were filled with shock and curiosity. She unconsciously clenched her delicate fists, a refusal to admit defeat rising within her.

"I wonder where my Six-winged Angel would rank?"

Her voice was full of anticipation.

The Six-winged Angel was a God-level Spirit, inherited from the Angel God, and one of the world's most powerful Spirits.

In her heart, even if her Spirit was not ranked first, it would certainly be among the top three!