Qian Renxue is Green! A Joke Chased for Two Lifetimes

"Tang San?!" Xiao Wu's voice suddenly rose, sharp enough to pierce the air.

She stared fixedly at Tang San, who was glaring back at her, seeing the undisguised protectiveness in his eyes toward Ning Rongrong and the icy accusation directed at herself.

The last thread of her reason snapped.

Tears surged forth like a breached dam.

"Ha ha ha! So this is what you call being unable to help yourself!"

"So this is what you call being upset!"

"Ning Rongrong! Put away that hypocritical face of yours!"

"Oscar and the others may be completely bewitched by you, but I, Xiao Wu, am not blind!"

"You did it on purpose! You wanted my soul ring all along!"

"You hypocritical, vicious, pretentious bitch! Bitch!"

"I must have been blind to ever think of you as a friend!"

Xiao Wu pointed at Ning Rongrong's nose and screamed with every ounce of strength in her body.

Pouring out all her resentment and curses in a mad frenzy!

"Xiao Wu! Shut your mouth!"

Tang San's face turned livid as his gaze shifted between the "hysterical" Xiao Wu and the "wronged" Ning Rongrong, who was shedding tears.

A nameless fury surged straight to his head.

He suddenly reached out and shoved Xiao Wu away with force.

"Rongrong kindly saved you, yet not only are you ungrateful, you even slander her like this!"

"You've utterly disappointed me!"

That shove was not light.

Xiao Wu staggered back several steps, her back slamming hard against the cold wall.

The pain in her body was not even a fraction as painful as her shattered heart.

She looked at Tang San, the man who had once made her fall for him, yet now pushed her away and harshly rebuked her for another woman.

Then she looked at Ning Rongrong, who hid behind Tang San with her head lowered as though sobbing, though the corners of her lips seemed faintly raised...

Her world completely collapsed.

"Heh... hehehe... Disappointed?"

Xiao Wu leaned against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor.

Silver Teeth clenched tightly, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her lips.

She raised her head.

Those rabbit eyes, once lively and cunning, now held only endless darkness and dead silence.

She stared fixedly at Ning Rongrong's seemingly innocent, pure face.

"Ning Rongrong... Tang San... very well..."

"I, Xiao Wu, will remember today's humiliation!"

"As long as I live... I will make you repay it... a hundredfold!"

Every word seemed squeezed through her teeth, steeped in the icy chill of blood and hatred.

Tang San and Ning Rongrong were both intimidated by that gaze of near-tangible venom and were momentarily speechless.

The auctioneer's final call of "Sold" still echoed through the hall, yet the entire venue had fallen into dead silence.

No one left.

Countless gazes focused on the shattered crystal window of the Imperial Family Private Room, as well as the bloodstained Black Robe figure within—the source of the Soul Enlightenment Pill, the master of that terrifying pressure.

Wave after wave of invisible Mental Power brazenly probed toward the Private Room, attempting to tear open the veil of secrecy.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort, like ice from the Nine Netherworlds, abruptly froze every prying soul.

The voice carried a sacred, inviolable killing intent as it clearly pierced the minds of every investigator.

"Pfft—!"

"Urgh, aaah!"

Muffled groans and screams erupted throughout the auction house.

Every soul master nearby turned pale, blood spilling from their mouths and noses as though their seas of consciousness had been seared by branding irons.

Dugu Bo clutched his forehead and staggered back.

The Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul shrieked in terror within his Soul Depths.

He felt as though his soul were being scorched by blazing light, the pain excruciating.

Cold sweat seeped from Jian Chenxin's temples. The holiness and majesty contained within that snort made even him, a peak expert of the sword path, feel his heart tremble.

"Fengzhi! Watch out! It's the other person in the private room!"

"This power's attribute is completely different from that person's Destruction Power! But its pressure... is even more terrifying!"

Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo exchanged a glance, each seeing unprecedented horror in the other's eyes.

The person who had acted possessed unfathomable strength, and their aura was utterly different from the black-robed man's Destruction Power!

It was a holy pressure, blazing like the sun yet cold at the same time, as though it could purify every impurity in the world.

"Damn it... one darkness, one light..."

"What kind of monsters are hidden in this tiny private room?!"

Bone Douluo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and cursed under his breath, though deep wariness flashed in his eyes.

His Martial Soul leaned toward the dark attribute, so the suppressive damage he suffered was especially severe.

Large charred cracks, as if scorched by flames, had even appeared across the surface of the Bone Dragon Martial Soul.

In the corner, Tang Hao spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, his gaze as sinister as a wolf's. "Light attribute power at this level... Qian Daoliu?!"

"No... that's not right... purer than Qian Daoliu's... more powerful..."

Inside the private room, Qian Renxue withdrew her released Mental Power.

Beneath Xue Qinghe's disguise, her face was as cold as frost.

She supported the swaying Su Ling. The trembling and coldness transmitted from his arm felt like knives twisting through her heart.

"Tell me! Who is she? How did you meet her?"

Qian Renxue's voice was kept extremely low, yet it was sharp and piercing.

Seeing how weak he was, yet still staring fixedly toward the backstage, her heart felt as if it had been viciously clenched, sourness and pain spreading wildly through her.

No wonder...

No wonder you rejected me in your Previous Life, rejected Ye Lingling...

So there had long been someone in your heart!

Grievance, jealousy, and the pain of betrayal wrapped around her heart like poisonous vines, nearly suffocating her.

She had pursued him through two lives, only for it all to seem like a colossal joke.

Su Ling kept his eyes tightly shut as violent coughing tore through his organs.

The backlash from the Destruction God Armor was like countless steel needles piercing his soul.

Every breath carried a thick stench of blood.

He was too weak to answer, and he had no intention of explaining.

In any case, in this life, he and Qian Renxue had never been particularly close.

She wanted the pill, so he had given it to her. As long as she did not interfere with the mission...

Right now, he only wanted to send Little Silly Dragon away from this filthy world.

"Who she is... has nothing to do with you." Su Ling forced himself upright, his voice hoarse and cold.

"Nothing to do with me..." A sharp pain struck Qian Renxue's heart, and the words that followed became strangely lodged in her throat.

She forcibly suppressed her surging emotions and supported him as they walked with heavy steps toward another room.

She knew clearly that any uncontrolled outburst at this moment would only worsen the young man's injuries.

Inside the room, Su Ling leaned against a cushioned couch, his breathing faint. His black robe was soaked through with blood, its color dark and dull.

With trembling hands, Qian Renxue took out a Soul Enlightenment Pill that Su Ling had just given her and carefully fed it into his mouth.

"You're always like this..." she murmured softly, her fingertips gently wiping away the blood constantly seeping from the corner of his lips.

"Clearly, you could have chosen another way... You don't have to risk your life every time..."

In her Previous Life, her combat strength had already stood at the pinnacle of the world.

All he had needed to do was lower his head a little, be willing to coax her, and she would have willingly gone through fire and water for him.

Yet until the young man's chest had been completely pierced through by the Asura Demon Sword, he had never spoken a single soft word to her.

Qian Renxue's eyes reddened, and her fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.

She took a deep breath, doing her utmost to suppress her surging emotions, but a trace of choking still leaked into her voice.

"Su Ling... do you know that if this continues... you really will die?"

Su Ling slowly opened his eyes. His pitch-black pupils were utterly still, without a ripple.

He felt that his Destruction God Armor might as well have been nonexistent. Why had Qian Renxue been able to recognize him?

Enduring the pain wracking his entire body, he forced himself up, his voice cold enough to pierce bone. "My life or death is none of your concern."