Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, a Mysterious Figure Intervenes

Her gaze followed Zhao Linchuan's retreating back as she said firmly, "Senior, you worry too much. Lin Chuan and I are hardly strangers."

She lifted her chin slightly, pride radiating from inside out. "As for him wanting something from me? I'm even less afraid of that!"

"As long as he dares to ask, I dare to give!"

Dugu Bo looked at the young pair before him. One seemed carefree and unrestrained, yet possessed deep ambitions; the other held an exalted status, yet was willing to give everything.

In the end, he merely shook his head, closed his eyes, and leaned against the back of his chair, murmuring as though speaking to himself:

"Fine, do as you please."

"Young people these days... every one of you has deeper thoughts than us old fellows, and greater courage than the last..."

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you were the seniors who had weathered the storms of life, while this old man had become some inexperienced junior."

Listening to Dugu Bo's lament, Qian Renxue once again turned her gaze toward Zhao Linchuan's figure in the Herb Garden, her heart stirring faintly.

She grew ever more curious. What method had Zhao Linchuan used to make a Titled Douluo like Dugu Bo—solitary, eccentric, and impervious to persuasion—not only regard him differently, but also subtly reveal a trust deep enough to entrust him with his back? It had even reached the point where he was willing to arrange a marriage for him.

This ability to command people's hearts was perhaps even more shocking than the wisdom and strength he had displayed.

The spring water tinkled, and mist curled through the air.

A moment later, Zhao Linchuan handed the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum in his hand to Qian Renxue. Its petals resembled golden chrysanthemums, while flowing light glimmered within its stamen.

The Immortal Herb naturally emitted pure and immense energy fluctuations, making her exquisite face appear even more sacred.

"Xue'er, this is called the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum. Its nature is supremely pure and unyielding, perfectly suited to your Six-Winged Angel Spirit."

"With the power of this Immortal Herb, your cultivation speed will surely advance by leaps and bounds."

Qian Renxue carefully accepted it. "Lin Chuan, thank you." Her gaze lingered on his face, carrying an almost imperceptible softness.

"Go in without worry. I'll stand guard for you here." Zhao Linchuan pointed toward the simple Bamboo House built beside the water not far away. "This place has Poison Douluo's poisonous barrier, along with the natural protection of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Nothing can go wrong."

Qian Renxue nodded slightly, said no more, turned, and entered the Bamboo House, gently closing the door behind her.

Watching her figure disappear, the warmth on Zhao Linchuan's face gradually faded.

He paced to the edge of the distinctly red-and-white spring and took something from his robes.

The object was wrapped in layers of coarse cloth, resembling an ordinary stone.

Without the slightest hesitation, he swept his arm and accurately threw the cloth-wrapped "stone" into the very center of the Yin Yang Well's pool.

With a soft splash, it stirred a small ripple. The object rapidly sank, vanishing into the unfathomable depths of the pool.

"I refuse to believe that after sinking this 'Heart of the Ocean' into this bottomless pool, you, Tang San, can still easily obtain it and begin the Sea God's Trial!" Zhao Linchuan muttered in a low voice, his eyes sharp.

He had never regarded the so-called Sea God's Trial as a goal. In his eyes, it was merely another form of shackles forged from divine power, far less dependable than cultivating his own strength.

"Since I have come to this world, if I can only follow in others' footsteps, then I, a transmigrator, would be far too much of a failure."

He slowly lifted both hands, palms facing upward.

Above his left hand, a mass of purple mist quietly emerged, constantly gathering and dispersing, mysterious and peculiar.

Its aura was filled with a soul-shaking Spiritual Power intimidation.

In his right hand, dazzling Lightning Light suddenly burst out. Amid crackling sounds, the phantom of a long sword of peculiar shape, formed entirely from condensed lightning, flickered into view, radiating peerless sharpness.

"I too am one favored by heaven, bearing Twin Martial Souls. Why should I rely on another's godhood?" A surge of heroic fervor stirred within his chest. "I refuse to believe that I cannot break these shackles through my own power and ascend to the Divine Realm!"

"At worst..." His thoughts shifted, tinged with self-mockery. If I truly reach the end of the road, then... I can eat Qian Renxue's 'soft rice' and let her take me to ascend to the God Realm!

His turbulent emotions gradually calmed, and he drew all of his released Soul Power back inside his body.

His eyes became deep and composed. "Since I have chosen Qian Renxue's camp, becoming enemies with the forces led by Tang San is inevitable."

"I just wonder how much attention that lofty Asura God is currently paying to his 'real father.'"

His tone suddenly changed, carrying a trace of concealed helplessness and longing. "It would be nice if I had some god-level powerhouse backing me as well."

"They wouldn't need to personally enter the fray. They would only need to stop Asura God's direct interference, or slightly conceal the heavenly secrets of this world..."

"Otherwise, confronting those deities who refuse to play by the rules and can even personally enter the fray would be far too difficult."

Just as his thoughts churned, an exceptionally gentle voice, as though containing endless vitality and maternal radiance, suddenly sounded directly in the depths of his mind without warning:

"I can help you conceal this world's traces and block the probing of Divine Sense."

"In exchange, you must help me reclaim the godhood of the Lord of the Plane."

The voice had come far too abruptly. Zhao Linchuan's entire body tensed at once, his Soul Power instantly rising to its peak. His eyes swept the surroundings like lightning as he shouted sharply, "Who is it?!"

The gentle female voice rang out again, utterly detached from the world. "We are not enemies."

"We share a common enemy."

Zhao Linchuan's mind raced. He quickly suppressed his shock and asked in a deep voice, "To what extent can you conceal things?"

"As long as Asura God does not pay an enormous price and fully activate his Divine Sense to conduct a meticulous investigation, he will be unable to see through my disguise. He will not be able to precisely locate specific events occurring in this world, especially... matters related to you."

Zhao Linchuan frowned slightly and bargained, "That isn't fair. You are merely providing a layer of 'cover,' while I must fight for you and contend for an entire godhood."

"The risks and rewards are not proportional."

The voice fell silent for a moment, as though weighing the matter, before saying, "Then I shall grant you another opportunity."

"An opportunity... sufficient to let you break through this world's limits and glimpse the path of a Deity."

Before the words had faded, an immense Information Stream forcibly poured into Zhao Linchuan's mind.

He let out a muffled groan, feeling a slight swelling in his head, and hurriedly focused his mind to digest the Information Stream.

A moment later, an incredulous gleam burst from his eyes. He murmured in astonishment, "On the Douluo Continent... there is actually such a place hidden away?!"

"No. Strictly speaking, it does not belong within the scope of the Douluo Continent. It is a Land of Exile attached to the Main Plane."

The voice explained, "Well? Does this 'opportunity' carry enough weight?"