Charm Skull and the "Pure Desire" Ceiling

"Attack! Sister, are you not eating?!"

The Phantom Demon Fox was anxious.

It watched Zhu Zhuqing's claws, which were slow to descend, and a look of disappointment appeared on its exquisite fox face.

The next second, to everyone's stunned gaze, this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast made a decision that defied its ancestors.

It suddenly straightened up, grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's wrists with its front paws, and forcefully pushed them towards its own chest.

"Pfft."

The sound of the blade entering flesh was clearly audible.

Blood splattered, dyeing its snow-white and pink fur red.

Zhu Zhuqing froze completely, her hand still in the stabbing position, her mind a blank.

She had killed soul beasts and seen self-destructions, but she had never seen anything like this... grabbing an enemy's hand and stabbing oneself to death.

"That's more like it..."

Blood flowed from the Phantom Demon Fox's mouth, but it smiled with immense satisfaction. It gazed deeply at the young man radiating an alluring aura not far away, and finally winked at Zhu Zhuqing.

"Sister, remember to use my soul bone well, that is... that is the key to brother's heart..."

Before its voice faded, its massive body collapsed with a bang.

Dots of red light floated up from the corpse, quickly converging into a blood-red ring.

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

The terrifying energy fluctuations instantly distorted the surrounding space, and a surge of violent resentment (not at all, only love) shot towards the sky.

"Quick! Calm your mind!" Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan screamed, about to step forward to help suppress the soul ring's energy.

However, the next moment, his Orchid Finger froze in mid-air again.

The Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, which should have been incredibly violent, seemed to be summoned as it floated towards Zhu Zhuqing. When it passed Qian Mo, it actually "trembled" on its own.

It was like a wild horse being fitted with reins.

All the violence, hostility, and impact were instantly stripped away, leaving only the purest, gentlest energy.

It even thoughtfully compressed itself by a circle before carefully fitting onto Zhu Zhuqing.

"..."

Yue Guan silently withdrew his hand and turned to look at Gui Mei. "Old Ghost, when we absorbed our Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings back then, didn't we almost die from the pain?"

Gui Mei's skin twitched beneath his mask. He didn't speak, merely turned and gave Yue Guan his back, a gesture of silent dismissal.

Comparing people, you'll die. Comparing goods, you'll be thrown away.

Zhu Zhuqing sat down cross-legged, her eyes tightly shut.

As the red light poured in, the aura around her began to change dramatically.

The coldness and arrogance that belonged to the Hell Spirit Cat still remained, but beneath that coldness, a new, indescribable... charm had emerged.

It was like a red lotus blooming atop a snow-capped mountain.

Inspiring awe and reverence, yet also an irresistible urge to reach out and pluck it.

Qian Renxue stared intently at Zhu Zhuqing, the silk handkerchief in her hand twisted into a knot.

"This vixen... she's not even at peace in death!"

She gritted her teeth, a sense of crisis practically overflowing from her eyes. "Xiao Mo, look! Her eyelashes have grown longer! Her skin is even fairer! And that... did her chest get a little bigger?!"

Qian Mo rubbed his temples helplessly. "Sister, that's the body reshaping caused by the surge of soul power. It's normal."

"Normal my ass!" Qian Renxue wailed in despair. "This is clearly that vixen passing all its seductive energy to that cat! It's over, it's over, now she's literally a vixen in the physical sense!"

Half an hour later.

Zhu Zhuqing slowly opened her eyes.

In that instant, it was as if a pink current flashed through the air.

Her pupils remained heterochromatic, one black and one blue, but the corners of her eyes tilted slightly upwards, carrying a natural blush.

The originally cool, black fitted outfit, now worn by her, exuded a hint of restrained temptation.

"Hoo..."

She exhaled softly, her voice more magnetic than before, with a hint of lazy huskiness.

A crystal-clear pink skull floated down from the dissipating corpse of the Phantom Demon Fox, automatically merging into her brow.

[Hundred Thousand Year · Phantom Demon Fox's Charm Skull]

Combined with her previous accumulation, her soul power broke through the level 40 barrier without any hindrance, even soaring upwards, faintly touching the threshold of level 43.

"How do you feel?" Qian Mo walked forward, asking with a smile.

Zhu Zhuqing looked up and saw Qian Mo's handsome face. The natural charm she exuded instantly retracted, and two red clouds rose to her cheeks, returning her to the shy Kitten.

"V-very... very good." She lowered her head, not daring to meet Qian Mo's eyes. "Your Soul Skill is very strong."

"Oh? What Soul Skill is it?" Qian Mo's interest was piqued.

Zhu Zhuqing hesitated.

In her mind, the brocade pouch Bibi Dong had given her last night, and her meaningful words, involuntarily surfaced—

"Don't waste it once you've learned it, practice on Mo'er."

Practice... huh?

Zhu Zhuqing bit her lower lip, her heart pounding.

As if possessed, she raised her head again, and a pink light suddenly flared in her heterochromatic cat-like eyes.

Skull Skill—[Charm: Love of the Century]!

This was not a simple mental shock, but something that evoked the deepest desires and protective instincts in the target's heart.

"Mo Gege..."

Zhu Zhuqing's red lips parted slightly.

This sound was no longer her usual cool demeanor, nor was it a deliberate attempt to act cute.

It was a blend of a maiden's shyness, a mature woman's allure, and the soft, sweet sound of a cat acting cute.

In that instant, the air seemed to freeze.

It was the pinnacle of pure desire.

It was like a gentle knife, directly piercing the hearts of all the male beings present.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, who was on guard nearby, his old face instantly turned the color of pig liver. He abruptly turned around, covering his ears with his hands, muttering, "Withered chrysanthemum, wounded ground, falling flowers break the heart... See no evil, hear no evil!"

Ghost Douluo, who was always as cold as a phantom, also flickered, almost falling from the tree. The black mist that had never melted from him even showed a trace of a strange pink hue.

Even Qian Renxue, a woman, trembled all over at this moment.

She clutched her chest, her pupils wide with shock.

"Damn it... why do I even find her a little cute?!"

"No! This is sorcery! This is the method of an Evil Soul Master!"

Qian Renxue violently shook her head, trying to cast away the terrifying thought of wanting to hug this cat and rub it.

At the center of the skill's effect was Qian Mo.

He only felt a surge of heat rush straight to the crown of his head, and that familiar warmth in his nasal cavity instantly welled up.

Who could withstand this!

This was top-tier charm amplified by a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!

Coupled with Zhu Zhuqing's inherent contrast of being a "Cold and Aloof Goddess Descends to the Mortal World," the lethality was practically at nuclear bomb levels!

Qian Mo took a deep breath, circulated the vast Auspicious Qi within his body, and forcefully suppressed the agitation in his heart.

He reached out his hand and flicked his finger.

"Pop!"

A crisp sound.

Qian Mo's finger accurately flicked Zhu Zhuqing's smooth forehead.

"Ouch!"

Zhu Zhuqing cried out in pain, the pink glow in her eyes instantly dissipated. She covered her forehead with both hands, looking at Qian Mo with teary eyes.

The skill had been interrupted.

"Dispel your divine abilities, Female Benefactor."

Qian Mo irritably rubbed his slightly hot nose. "Use this move less in the future; it's easy to cause domestic disputes."

Only then did Zhu Zhuqing realize what she had just done.

Shame washed over her like a tide.

"I... I didn't do it on purpose!"

She let out a whimper like a little beast, then suddenly buried her head into Qian Mo's embrace, burying her face tightly in his chest, refusing to come out no matter what.

It was too embarrassing!

What kind of nonsensical things did Godmother teach!

Qian Mo felt the burning hot delicate body in his arms and sighed helplessly, reaching out to pat her back.

"Alright, stop being an ostrich. Tidy yourself up; it's time for business."

He raised his head, his gaze directed towards the deeper parts of the forest.

That was where the true purpose of his trip lay.

The team continued forward.

Due to the recent interlude, the atmosphere had become somewhat strange.

Qian Renxue glared at Zhu Zhuqing as if she were a thief. The moment Zhu Zhuqing got even a little close to Qian Mo, she would immediately draw her Angel Holy Sword and polish it.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo kept their distance, afraid of being accidentally injured again by that Kitten's "indiscriminate attacks."

The deeper they went into the core area, the quieter the surroundings became.

It wasn't a dead silence.

It was the tranquility before a storm, or like waiting for the arrival of a supreme monarch.

"We're here."

Qian Mo suddenly stopped.

It was a vast lake, its water clear to the bottom, reflecting the azure sky.

This was the true core of the Star Dou Great Forest--the Lake of Life.

"Xiao Mo, your Fourth Soul Ring target is here?" Qian Renxue cautiously scanned their surroundings. "This is a place of great danger, rumored to be guarded by Super Soul Beasts over a Hundred Thousand Year old..."

Before she could finish.

An anomaly occurred.

The clear sky suddenly surged with Purple Qi.

From the east, thirty thousand miles away, Purple Qi rolled in mightily.

In the entire core area of the Star Dou Great Forest, all the plants seemed to come alive at that moment, uniformly bowing their branches in the same direction.

"Roar--!"

"Aow--!"

The sounds of Myriad Beasts roaring in unison echoed from afar.

It wasn't a show of force, but worship.

Ripples spread across the lake's surface, and then, a multicolored auspicious cloud materialized out of thin air, forming a staircase leading to the ground.

"What... what kind of reception is this?!" Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice changed pitch.

Under everyone's stunned gazes, a Magnificent Creature, stepping on the auspicious cloud, slowly descended.

It had the head of a lion, the antlers of a deer, the eyes of a tiger, the body of an elk, the scales of a dragon, and the tail of an ox. Its entire body was covered in multicolored scales, and Great Dao Runes flowed across each one.

It didn't possess the slightest trace of malevolence.

Instead, there was only boundless majesty, wisdom, and compassion.

An ancient Auspicious Beast—the Qilin!

And judging by its size and aura, it was definitely an existence beyond Hundred Thousand Years!

"Alert! Protect Her Highness!"

Ghost Douluo roared, his nine soul rings instantly flaring to life as he prepared to charge forward and fight to the death.

This was a legendary creature; even a Titled Douluo would be like an ant before it!

"Stand down."

Qian Mo spoke calmly.

He pushed Qian Renxue, who was blocking his path, aside and took a step forward.

The incredibly majestic Qilin, the moment it saw Qian Mo, actually revealed a look of filial devotion in its eyes, like a child seeing their father.

It ignored the two Titled Douluo beside it, who were so tense they were about to suffocate, and it ignored Qian Renxue holding the holy sword.

It walked directly in front of Qian Mo.

Then.

Boom!

Its massive body bent at the front knees, kneeling heavily on the ground.

Its huge head lowered until it touched the tip of Qian Mo's shoes.

An ancient yet magnetic voice boomed in everyone's minds:

"Lord of Auspiciousness, I am the Auspicious Beast Qilin, and I have waited here for you for Three Thousand Years."

"This world is tainted; only your radiance can illuminate the path ahead."

The Qilin raised its head, its eyes, which contained the vastness of stars and seas, filled with fervor and piety.

"Please grant me liberation."

"Help me transform into the steps for your Ascension to Godhood; this is my... supreme honor!"

The wind stopped.

The clouds ceased.

Qian Renxue's sword clanged to the ground for the third time.

She looked at her Younger Brother, who stood with his hands behind his back, calmly accepting the kneeling of the auspicious beast, and only one thought remained in her mind:

Is this really my Younger Brother?

Could he be a God King reincarnated?!

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