Qian Renxue Was Leaving, and the Asura God Had Taken Notice

The scene inside the box was indeed as "spectacular" as Zhao Linchuan had described, even exceeding her understanding of the word "bloody."

Zhao Linchuan handed her a cup of warm water at just the right moment, his tone carrying a helpless smile. "I told you not to look, but you wouldn't listen."

He reached out and gently patted her back, helping her catch her breath.

Qian Renxue took the cup and drank a small sip, barely suppressing the wave of nausea. Her face still showed lingering shock.

"How was I supposed to know... you'd handle it so... so 'uniquely'?"

"If you were taking the Soul Bone, then just take it properly. How... how did you turn it into that?"

Zhao Linchuan withdrew his hand and shrugged, looking somewhat innocent. "Couldn't be helped. It was my first time stripping a skull bone. I wasn't proficient, so my technique was a little rough. That's how it turned out..."

"Thank you!"

Before Zhao Linchuan could finish, Qian Renxue suddenly opened her arms and tightly embraced him, burying her face deep in his chest.

Her voice was muffled and choked with sobs, yet filled with the excitement of immense relief. "Thank you, Lin Chuan... really, thank you... for avenging my father..."

Her shoulders began to tremble slightly, as emotions she had bottled up for years finally seemed to find an outlet. "When I was little... I... he... she..."

In broken fragments, she began telling him the memories buried deep within her heart, memories of her father, Qian Xunji...

Zhao Linchuan did not interrupt her, nor did he offer many words of comfort. He merely stood there quietly.

One hand gently circled her waist, while the other stroked her Golden Long Hair now and then. He became a silent, reliable listener.

Time quietly passed amid the silence and her sobs.

After who knew how long, Qian Renxue gradually stopped crying and lifted her head from Zhao Linchuan's embrace.

She rubbed her swollen red eyes. Her tears had yet to dry, but she tried to force out a smile, her voice still hoarse from crying. "Lin Chuan, I... I may have to return to Spirit Hall for a while."

She lifted her tear-filled Purple Eyes to Zhao Linchuan, anticipation and unease lingering in them.

"I want to visit my father's grave and tell him the news... Besides that, I also need to return to the family to receive some necessary inheritances and trials."

"Will... will you come back with me?"

Zhao Linchuan looked at the hopeful light in her eyes, fell silent for a moment, then slowly spoke. His voice was calm, though it carried a hint of self-mockery. "Xue'er, what status do I have now...?"

"I have nothing, and my strength is still far from enough for you to proudly introduce me to your family."

"Do you want me to return with you as... your subordinate, or your Guard?"

"Hmph! So you still remember that you're my subordinate?!" Qian Renxue suddenly changed her posture, breaking free from his embrace and placing both hands on her hips. She deliberately put on a stern face and assumed the bearing of a Young Master, though her slightly reddened eyes made her feigned authority look somewhat adorable.

She raised her chin and brought up old business. "Then have you forgotten what disrespectful thing you did to your noble Young Master that night, when you overstepped your bounds?"

"What did I do to you?" Zhao Linchuan saw through her outward fierceness and inner weakness, amusement flashing in his eyes. Pretending to be clueless, he advanced toward her step by step.

"What did I do... that made you remember it so fondly, Young Master?"

"You... you did... You obviously..." Qian Renxue retreated step by step under his approach. Her heartbeat involuntarily quickened, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her words became stammering and incoherent.

Until her back pressed against the cold wall, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

Zhao Linchuan braced one hand against the wall beside her ear, enclosing her within the range of his presence in an ambiguous wall-pin pose.

Qian Renxue looked at his face so close to hers and felt his warm breath. Her heart pounded like a drum.

She instinctively closed her eyes, her long curled lashes trembling slightly, as though waiting for something.

Looking at the tear-streaked yet exquisitely beautiful face so close before him, Zhao Linchuan hesitated no longer. He lowered his head and precisely captured her slightly parted red lips, gently yet firmly savoring the sweetness and softness that belonged to her alone.

"Mmph..."

A long time later, their lips parted.

Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes. Moist light shimmered in them, carrying a trace of daze and even more embarrassment and irritation.

Looking at this man before her, who took advantage of her and still acted innocent, she angrily stomped her foot and snapped, "Zhao Linchuan! You bastard! Again?! You only know how to start a fire, but not put it out?!"

Zhao Linchuan chuckled, withdrew the hand braced against the wall, and turned toward her bedroom. Without looking back, he waved a hand. "I'm sleeping in your room tonight."

"Oh, right. Remember to change your lip balm next time. I still prefer the flavor you used last time."

"Go die!!"

Bang—crash—!

A heavy chair, accompanied by Qian Renxue's furious shout, smashed violently against the door that had just closed, producing a tremendous sound.

Qian Renxue clutched her still wildly pounding chest and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

A long time later, she finally slowly calmed down. As if comforting herself, she murmured in a low voice, "He must think... think his current strength and status still aren't worthy of me. Yes, that must be it!"

"He has his pride..."

After thinking for a moment, a determined yet gentle light flashed in her eyes. "After I return this time and complete the subsequent inheritance of the Angel God Trial, once my strength improves, I'll give that thing to him..."

"Then let's see what excuse he can come up with!"

On the bed in Qian Renxue's room, Zhao Linchuan did not rest immediately.

He sat cross-legged and took out the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone from his Soul Tool. It radiated Luminous Blue Light and contained immense life energy. He prepared to begin fusing with it.

Just as he focused his mind and calmed his breath, preparing to guide his Soul Power, a gentle and familiar voice rang directly within the depths of his Deep in the Mind without any warning, just like last time.

"Tang Hao's death has already alerted the Asura God."

Zhao Linchuan's brows instantly furrowed. He silently asked, Didn't you say you could conceal the secrets of heaven?

The voice replied, "The Asura God did not directly peer into this place. He sensed the abnormality through the dissipation of the Slaughter Domain within Tang Hao's body."

"I have already created a reasonable cover-up, disguising Tang Hao's death as the result of old injuries flaring up before he was besieged by powerful enemies and died after a fierce battle."

"And you merely happened to pass by and 'picked up' the Spoils of War."

"For the time being, he will not suspect you."

The voice paused, carrying a note of warning. "However, after this incident, the Asura God's attention toward Tang San will certainly deepen considerably."

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