A Different Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone Skill, Qian Renxue's Whisper

"You must act more cautiously and steadily from now on. Unless absolutely necessary, do not make another direct move against Tang San for the time being, lest you draw unnecessary attention."

"I understand," Zhao Linchuan replied inwardly.

That voice came swiftly and vanished just as swiftly, receding like the tide. Silence once more returned to the room.

Zhao Linchuan took a deep breath, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and circulated the vast Soul Power within his body. He slowly pressed the Hundred Thousand Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone in his hand against his right leg, beginning the fusion process.

A lustrous blue glow gradually enveloped his right leg, and powerful energy fluctuations began to fill the room.

Time came to the morning of the following day.

Inside the hotel room, Zhao Linchuan slowly made a gesture to conclude his cultivation. The pale blue glow of Soul Power surrounding him flowed back into his body like a receding tide.

He let out a long breath of stale air. A sharp glint flashed through his opened eyes before vanishing.

"Hah... Level fifty-nine." Feeling the surging growth of power within him, he murmured in a low voice.

This Hundred Thousand Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone of Ah Yin's had improved him far beyond his expectations.

Not only had it greatly nourished his physique and made it even tougher, but more importantly, he had long since opened the Eight Extraordinary Meridians through his own efforts, giving him an exceptionally solid foundation.

Most of the pure energy contained within this Soul Bone had not been excessively consumed on basic physical reconstruction. Instead, it had directly transformed into immense Soul Power, propelling his rank all the way to the threshold of level fifty-nine.

At the same time, this Soul Bone had granted him two powerful Soul Bone Skills.

The first was naturally the formidable recovery skill emblematic of the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline—"Wildfire Cannot Burn Out, Spring Winds Bring New Life"—granting him nearly undying vitality even when severely injured.

As for the second Soul Bone Skill, perhaps because he had already comprehended the principle of "new life within destruction" in reverse through his destructive Thunder Martial Soul, it underwent a strange transformation.

As a result, it did not grant the "flight" ability from the original work. Instead, it became an area-of-effect healing Soul Skill called "Spring Returns to the Earth."

This skill could be used on himself to rapidly restore his condition, or released to heal teammates or designated targets. Moreover, he could freely control the size of its healing range based on the amount of Soul Power infused into it. It was practically a strategic-level support ability.

Just then, the Room Door was gently pushed open, and Qian Renxue entered, dressed in neat, fitted attire.

She had originally come to bid him farewell, but she had not expected Zhao Linchuan to still be deeply meditating while absorbing the Soul Bone.

To avoid disturbing him and ensure absolute safety, she had directly ordered the entire hotel reserved, forbidding any outsiders from entering or leaving.

"Xue'er, you're here." Zhao Linchuan leaped down from the bed and stretched his limbs, feeling his body become lighter and stronger than ever before.

"Wait a moment. I'm covered in impurities expelled from my body. Let me take a bath first, then I'll explain everything to you."

"Don't." Qian Renxue reached out and caught his wrist, stopping him.

She lifted her head. His reflection filled her Purple Eyes, and her voice was gentle, yet carried a trace of reluctance. "I... am leaving."

Zhao Linchuan froze instantly.

He had long known that the moment of parting would come, but when Qian Renxue spoke those words herself, a powerful sense of reluctance and emptiness still surged into his heart without warning. He stood there blankly, forgetting how to speak.

Seeing this rare look of confusion and helplessness on his face, Qian Renxue could not help but laugh softly. The sorrow of parting in her heart was also eased somewhat.

A sly glint flashed through her eyes. She deliberately poked his chest with a fingertip and teased him.

"What? Looking at how lost you are, you can't bear to see me leave?"

"When you had the chance before, someone was so reserved. Now you know how to regret it?"

She seemed entirely unconcerned by the small amount of grime Zhao Linchuan had expelled while absorbing the Soul Bone. Holding his hand, she led him to the sofa in the room and sat down, naturally leaning against his side.

"Lin Chuan," her voice turned serious, "once I leave, I may be gone for quite some time to undergo my family's trials and inheritance."

She paused, as though she had thought it over deeply before continuing. "So... if, while I'm away, you meet other girls who move your heart and whom you like... I'll allow you to do some... 'excessive' things with them."

She carefully observed Zhao Linchuan's expression before slowly stating her condition. "But there's one thing you must remember."

"That girl must have an illustrious family background, outstanding looks and talent, and... good character and upbringing."

She emphasized, "Of course, that only applies if you truly... can't restrain yourself. I don't want you casually finding some improper woman."

She spoke as though she were stating something perfectly natural, but her tone carried a subtle bitterness. "The reason I 'allow' you to do this is not because I'm generous."

"On the contrary, I'm more possessive than anyone. I'd rather keep you tied to my side forever."

"But..."

Her voice lowered, carrying a hint of helplessness. "Your Thunder Tyrant Prison Breaking Sword Martial Soul is so powerful. It needs to be passed down."

"And my Martial Soul is the god-tier Six-Winged Angel. According to the laws of bloodline inheritance, any child born from us will inevitably inherit only the Six-Winged Angel Spirit."

"I'm destined... to be unable to help you pass down your sword Martial Soul."

She lifted her head and looked at him with complicated eyes. "Since that's the case, I might as well help you choose a few... well, 'concubines' whose status, appearance, and talent are all worthy of you."

"That way, at least the continuation of your bloodline and Martial Soul can be ensured."

"Oh, right." She suddenly leaned closer, nearly pressing against his ear, her tone carrying a mischievous hint of probing.

"Do you want... me to tie up that Ning Rongrong before I leave?"

"So you can properly 'take revenge' on her and vent your anger?"

"Then I'll lock her up until she gives birth to your child. What do you think?"

She stared intently into Zhao Linchuan's eyes, not missing even the slightest change in his emotions.

"Or..." Her tone shifted as she continued probing, "among the consorts in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, quite a few still have untouched bodies that Xue Ye has never favored."

"If you're interested, I can have my double find a way to bring a few of them out for you to play with?"

"If you don't think that's exciting enough, then perhaps... I could arrange for you to secretly sneak into their bedchambers?"

"Wouldn't that feel even more... thrilling?" Her voice was seductive, but a trace of nervousness was hidden beneath it.

"Alright, enough. I've said everything I needed to say." As though she had completed some sort of task, Qian Renxue gently exhaled, stood up, and tidied her rumpled hem.

"Spirit Hall has specially sent people to pick me up this time, so I won't be taking She Long and Ci Xue with me. I'll leave them with you."

"With two Titled Douluo by your side, I can worry less. That way, those people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect won't keep harboring ill intentions and harm you."

"Wait!!"

Zhao Linchuan abruptly stood, seized her wrist, and pulled with such force that Qian Renxue cried out. Unable to resist, she was dragged back, and amid a dizzying whirl, he firmly pressed her down onto the soft bed.