"Make your move! Sister, did you not eat?!"
The Phantom Demon Fox grew anxious.
Looking at Zhu Zhuqing's claws, which still refused to fall, an expression of exasperated disappointment actually appeared on its exquisitely beautiful fox face.
The next second, under everyone's stunned gazes, this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast made a decision that defied its ancestors.
It suddenly straightened up, grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's wrist with both front paws, and forcefully shoved it toward its own chest.
"Pfft."
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was crystal clear.
Blood splattered, staining its snowy white-and-pink fur red.
Zhu Zhuqing froze completely, her hand still locked in the stabbing position, her mind blank.
She had killed soul beasts before and seen some self-destruct, but she had never seen anything like this... grabbing an enemy's hand and stabbing oneself to death.
"That's more like it..."
Blood spilled from the Phantom Demon Fox's mouth, yet it smiled with particular satisfaction. It took one deep look at the Youth radiating an enticing aura in the distance, then gave Zhu Zhuqing a flirtatious wink.
"Sister, remember to make good use of my soul bone. It is... it is the key to Brother's heart..."
Before it could finish speaking, its enormous body crashed down.
Specks of red light floated up from its corpse, swiftly gathering into a blood red ring.
Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!
The terrifying energy fluctuations instantly warped the surrounding space, and violent resentment—there was none, only love—shot into the sky.
"Quick! Focus and calm yourselves!" Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan shrieked, about to step in and help suppress the soul ring's energy.
However, the next moment, his Orchid Finger froze in midair again.
The originally incomparably violent Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring seemed to receive some sort of summons as it drifted toward Zhu Zhuqing. As it passed Qian Mo, it actually gave itself a little "shudder."
Like a wild horse being fitted with reins.
All its violence, savagery, and impact were instantly stripped away cleanly, leaving only the purest and gentlest energy.
It even thoughtfully compressed itself by a full circle before carefully settling around Zhu Zhuqing.
"..."
Yue Guan silently withdrew his hand and turned to Gui Mei. "Old Ghost, when we absorbed Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings back then, did we not nearly die from the pain?"
The skin beneath Gui Mei's mask twitched. He said nothing, merely turned around and gave Yue Guan the back of someone shutting down emotionally.
Comparing people could kill you.
Comparing goods made you want to throw them away.
Zhu Zhuqing sat cross-legged, her eyes tightly shut.
As the red light flowed into her, the aura around her began undergoing earth-shaking changes.
The coldness and pride of the Hell Spirit Cat remained, but beneath that chill was an indescribable... allure.
Like a red lotus blooming atop a snowy mountain.
It made people afraid to defile it, yet unable to stop themselves from reaching out to pluck it.
Qian Renxue stared fixedly at Zhu Zhuqing, twisting the Silk Handkerchief in her hand into a knot.
"That fox spirit... even dead, it still will not behave!"
She gritted her teeth, the sense of crisis in her eyes practically overflowing. "Xiao Mo, look! Her eyelashes got longer! Her skin got fairer! And that... did her chest get a little fuller too?!"
Qian Mo rubbed his brow helplessly. "Sis, that is physical reconstruction caused by abundant Soul Power. It is normal."
"Normal my ass!" Qian Renxue cried in grief and indignation. "That fox spirit clearly passed all its sluttiness onto that cat! It is over, it is over. She really has become a fox spirit in the physical sense now!"
Half an hour later.
Zhu Zhuqing slowly opened her eyes.
At that instant, it seemed as though a pink current flashed through the air.
Her pupils remained their mismatched black-and-blue colors, but the corners of her eyes tilted slightly upward, carrying a natural blush.
Her originally cool black combat outfit now gave off a hint of restrained, forbidden temptation when worn on her.
"Hah..."
She softly exhaled a breath of turbid air. Her voice was more magnetic than before, carrying a lazy huskiness.
A Crystal Clear pink skull floated down from the Phantom Demon Fox's vanishing corpse and automatically merged into her brow.
[Hundred Thousand Year · Phantom Demon Fox Charm Skull]
With her previous accumulation added in, her Soul Power broke through the Level 40 barrier without obstruction. It even soared all the way up, faintly touching the threshold of Level 43.
"How does it feel?" Qian Mo stepped forward and asked with a smile.
Zhu Zhuqing raised her head. Upon seeing Qian Mo's handsome face, her naturally seductive demeanor instantly receded. Two red clouds rose on her cheeks, and she returned to being that easily embarrassed little cat.
"Very... very good." She lowered her head, not daring to meet Qian Mo's eyes. "The Soul Skill is very strong."
"Oh? What Soul Skill is it?" Qian Mo grew interested.
Zhu Zhuqing hesitated.
The brocade pouch Bibi Dong had stuffed into her hands last night, along with those meaningful words, involuntarily surfaced in her mind—
"Do not waste it once you have learned it. Use Mo'er to practice."
Practice...?
Zhu Zhuqing bit her lower lip, her heart pounding wildly.
As if possessed, she raised her head again. Pink light suddenly flared in her mismatched cat pupil eyes.
Skull skill—[Charm · Love That Topples a City]!
This was not a simple mental attack. It drew out the deepest desires and protective instincts in the target's heart.
"Mo Gege..."
Zhu Zhuqing's red lips parted slightly.
This call was neither her usual coolness nor deliberate coquettishness.
It was a blend of a Maiden's shyness, a mature woman's charm, and the soft sweetness of a cat acting cute.
At that instant, the air seemed to freeze.
This was the pinnacle of pure desire.
Like a gentle knife, it stabbed directly into the hearts of every male creature present.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, who was standing guard in the distance, instantly flushed Pig Liver Color. He abruptly turned around, covered his ears with both hands, and muttered, "The chrysanthemum withers, wounds cover the ground, fallen flowers break hearts... Do not listen to indecency, do not listen to indecency!"
Even Ghost Douluo, always as cold and eerie as Gui Mei, swayed and nearly fell from the tree. Even his eternally unmelting black mist took on a strange hint of pink.
Even Qian Renxue, despite being a woman, shuddered all over.
She clutched her chest, her pupils trembling.
"Damn it... why do even I think she is kind of cute?!"
"No! This is witchcraft! These are the methods of an Evil Soul Master!"
Qian Renxue violently shook her head, trying to throw away the terrifying thought of wanting to pull this cat into her arms and knead her.
As for Qian Mo, at the center of the skill.
He only felt a rush of heat shoot straight to the top of his head, followed by that familiar warm sensation in his nose.
Who could withstand this?!
This was top-tier charm empowered by a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!
Coupled with Zhu Zhuqing's inherent contrast of a cold goddess descending into the mortal world, its lethality was simply Nuclear Explosion Level!
Qian Mo took a deep breath, circulating the vast Auspicious Qi within him and forcibly suppressing the restlessness in his heart.
He raised his hand and flicked a finger.
"Bang!"
A crisp sound rang out.
Qian Mo's finger accurately flicked Zhu Zhuqing's smooth forehead.
"Ow!"
Zhu Zhuqing cried out in pain. The pink light in her eyes instantly dispersed, and she covered her forehead with both hands, looking at Qian Mo with tearful eyes.
The skill had been interrupted.
"Put away your divine powers, Female Benefactor."
Qian Mo rubbed his slightly heated nose irritably. "Use this move less in the future. It can easily cause family conflicts."
Only then did Zhu Zhuqing realize what she had just done.
Shame flooded over her like a tide.
"I... I did not do it on purpose!"
She let out a whimper like a Little Beast, then abruptly buried herself in Qian Mo's arms, pressing her face tightly against his chest and refusing to come out no matter what.
This was too embarrassing!
What kind of nonsense had Godmother taught her?!
Feeling the scorching soft body in his arms, Qian Mo sighed helplessly and patted her back.
"Alright, stop being an ostrich. Clean up. It is time to handle the real business."
He raised his head and looked toward the deeper part of the forest.
That was the true purpose of this journey.
The group continued onward.
Because of the little incident earlier, the atmosphere had become somewhat strange.
Qian Renxue watched Zhu Zhuqing like a thief. Whenever Zhu Zhuqing moved even slightly closer to Qian Mo, she would immediately pull out the Angel Holy Sword and wipe it down.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stayed far away, afraid of being caught in that little cat's "indiscriminate attack" again.
The farther they entered the Core Area, the quieter the surroundings became.
It was not the silence of death.
It was the stillness before a storm, as though awaiting the arrival of some supreme Monarch.
"We are here."
Qian Mo suddenly stopped.
Before them lay an enormous lake, its Crystal Clear water reflecting the azure sky.
This was the true core of the Star Dou Great Forest—the Lake of Life.
"Xiao Mo, is your Fourth Soul Ring target here?" Qian Renxue vigilantly surveyed the surroundings. "This is a place of great danger. Legend says Super Soul Beasts over Hundred Thousand Year in age guard it..."
Before she could finish speaking.
A sudden change occurred.
The previously clear sky suddenly churned with Purple Qi.
Purple Qi came from the east for thirty thousand miles, vast and mighty.
At this moment, every plant in the Core Area of the Star Dou Great Forest seemed to come alive, all bending their branches toward the same direction in unison.
"Roar—!"
"Howl—!"
The cries of Myriad Beasts echoed from afar.
It was not a display of force.
It was worship.
Ripples spread across the lake's surface. Immediately afterward, a seven-colored auspicious cloud materialized from the void, forming a staircase leading down to the ground.
"W-what kind of grandeur is this?!" Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice changed pitch.
It possessed a lion's head, deer antlers, tiger eyes, an elk's body, dragon scales, and an ox's tail. Its entire body was covered in dazzling multicolored scales, with Great Dao Runes flowing across every single one.
It possessed a lion's head, deer antlers, tiger eyes, an elk's body, Dragon scales, and an ox's tail. Its entire body was covered in dazzling multicolored scales, with Great Dao Runes flowing across every single one.
It possessed not the slightest hint of viciousness.
All it had was endless majesty, wisdom, and compassion.
The ancient Auspicious Beast—Qilin!
And judging by its Body Size and Aura, it was absolutely an existence beyond Hundred Thousand Year!
"Stay alert! Protect Her Highness!"
Ghost Douluo roared. Nine soul rings around his body instantly lit up as he prepared to charge forward and fight for his life.
This was a legendary creature. Even a Titled Douluo was like an ant before it!
"Stand down."
Qian Mo spoke calmly.
He pushed aside Qian Renxue, who stood in front of him, and took a step forward.
The incomparably majestic Qilin, upon seeing Qian Mo, actually revealed the affectionate adoration of a child seeing his father.
It ignored the two Titled Douluo beside it, tense enough to nearly suffocate, and ignored Qian Renxue holding the holy sword.
It walked straight to Qian Mo.
Then.
Boom!
Its enormous head lowered until it touched the tips of Qian Mo's shoes.
Its huge head lowered until it touched the tips of Qian Mo's shoes.
An aged yet magnetic voice exploded in everyone's minds:
"Lord of Auspiciousness, I am the Auspicious Beast Qilin. I have waited for you here for Three Thousand Years."
"This world is tainted. Only your radiance can illuminate the road ahead."
The Qilin raised its head, its eyes containing galaxies and seas of stars filled with fervor and devotion.
"Please grant me release."
"Help me become the long steps of your Ascension to Godhood. This is my... supreme honor!"
The wind stopped.
The clouds stilled.
The sword in Qian Renxue's hand fell to the ground for the third time with a clang.
She looked at her Younger Brother, who stood with his hands behind his back and calmly accepted the auspicious beast's kneeling worship. Only one thought remained in her mind:
Is this really my Younger Brother?
Could he be the reincarnation of a God King?
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