Zhu Zhuqing is full of charm and allure!

Level forty-four!

This was the terrifying power of an Immortal Herb.

It had not only helped her break through the level forty bottleneck but had also boosted her Soul Power by four levels in one go.

Zhu Zhuqing was now a bona fide Soul Ancestor.

She stood up.

Her entire being seemed to have undergone subtle changes.

Her skin was more delicate and smooth, and her temperament had become colder and more noble, yet it radiated an indescribable allure.

Stunning.

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing was breathtakingly beautiful.

Feeling the surging power within her, she looked at Tang Yuan with burning eyes.

That gratitude had long since transcended the realm of words.

In this moment, the long-suppressed desire deep within her heart finally erupted like a dam breaking.

She wanted to be acknowledged.

Not just acknowledged for her strength.

She wanted to become this man's true woman.

This thought had grown wildly over the past few months, every time she thought of Tang Yuan in the dead of night.

Today, she had specifically worn this outfit that accentuated her figure and applied a light touch of lip gloss.

She did not want to wait any longer.

The room fell into a brief silence.

Only the sound of their light breathing remained.

Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath, moved her long, slender legs, and walked step by step toward Tang Yuan.

She did not speak.

Instead, she leaned down directly.

Carrying a pleasant, faint fragrance, those two warm, soft, and rosy lips pressed directly onto Tang Yuan's.

Clumsy, yet passionate.

It was as if she wanted to convey all her emotions through this kiss.

After a fierce entanglement.

The two slowly pulled apart.

Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks were as red as a ripe apple. She panted, looking at Tang Yuan with hazy eyes, and whispered softly:

"Teacher..."

"From the day I was sent over by the Star Luo Empire, I have already considered myself yours."

"Thank you for taking care of me all these years, and thank you for never looking down on me."

She reached out her hands, gently wrapping them around Tang Yuan's neck, and pressed her entire body against him.

He felt the astonishing elasticity radiating from that hot, delicate body.

"Please... do not refuse me."

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum, yet it carried the courage of someone staking everything on a single throw.

Looking at this beautiful, moving woman who was so devoted to him.

Tang Yuan was no saint.

Since the flower had already bloomed, why bother being a killjoy?

He reached out to wrap his arms around Zhu Zhuqing's slender yet explosive waist, and with a slight tug, pulled her into his embrace.

"As you wish."

Tang Yuan chuckled lowly.

His palm slid down along the black leather outfit, finally coming to rest on the pair of jade legs that countless others coveted.

The texture was excellent.

Firm, smooth, and full of a sense of power.

Zhu Zhuqing let out a soft hum, her body softening like a pool of water, allowing Tang Yuan to do as he pleased.

That night.

Inside the master bedroom of the King's Mansion, the spring scenery was boundless.

At the same time.

Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

After finishing the mountain of piled-up government affairs, Qian Renxue rubbed her aching neck.

She glanced at the night sky outside the window.

That person's face surfaced in her mind once again, uncontrollable.

"I heard he returned today."

Qian Renxue bit her lip.

Although it was already very late, she simply could not resist the urge to go see him.

Even if it were just for a single glance.

Even if it were only under the guise of "Xue Qinghe" to exchange a few polite words.

Once this impulse arose, it could not be suppressed no matter what.

She changed into casual clothes and, without alerting anyone, quietly slipped out of the Crown Prince's Mansion.

Relying on her formidable strength, she soon arrived outside the Blue Silver King's Mansion.

However.

The mansion guards told her that the Prince had already retired for the night.

Qian Renxue felt a sense of disappointment, but that stubborn streak of hers flared up.

"Retired?"

"I don't believe he's sleeping that soundly."

She avoided the guards' line of sight, her figure flashed, and she vaulted directly over the high walls of the mansion.

She navigated to the main courtyard with practiced ease.

She had intended to take a quiet look and leave.

But.

Just as she approached that room.

Waves of irrepressible, tearful yet joyful cries drifted through the gaps in the window and into her ears.

The voice was all too familiar.

She didn't even need to look to guess who it was.

Qian Renxue froze in place.

The expression on her face solidified instantly, followed by a deep flush of red.

It was not shyness.

It was shame, mixed with an inexplicable surge of anger.

"Tang Yuan!"

"You bastard!"

Qian Renxue cursed fiercely in her heart.

She was here, frazzled and exhausted from the government affairs of the Heaven Dou Empire, while also enduring the agony of lovesickness.

And this guy?

The moment he returned from seclusion, he didn't think about proper business, nor did he think about coming to see her, the "Crown Prince."

All he knew was to do this sort of thing in his room!

Listening to those increasingly high-pitched sounds, Qian Renxue felt as if a jar of vinegar had been overturned in her heart, stinging with bitterness.

"Is doing this sort of thing really that interesting?"

"He didn't even close the door properly!"

Qian Renxue stomped her foot in hatred.

She glared fiercely at the brightly lit room, as if her gaze could pierce through the window paper and stab that man.

Finally.

She let out a cold snort and turned to leave.

This time, she moved even faster than when she arrived, her retreating figure radiating a thick sense of resentment.

She couldn't stay in this Blue Silver King's Mansion for even a second longer!

The days following the return from the Sunset Forest were peaceful and fulfilling.

Inside the Martial Arts Arena of the Blue Silver King's Mansion.

Dust flew into the air.

A majestic aura of life, mixed with sharp killing intent, raged across the grounds.

Countless thick stalks of Blue Silver Grass seemed to possess intelligence as they danced wildly.

They were no longer delicate blades of grass, but had transformed into giant pythons waiting to devour their prey.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Life Bloom, Myriad Vine Strangler!"

The youth's clear, low shout rang out across the arena.

In an instant, the blue silver vines dancing across the sky tightened abruptly.

The several ten-thousand-jin boulders that had served as targets were crushed to pieces in that very moment.

Stone debris flew everywhere.

Tang San stood in the center of the arena, his chest rising and falling slightly.

Looking at the terrifying destructive power before him, a flash of unconcealable joy crossed his eyes.

It was not just control.

It was absolute destruction.

This was the Fourth Soul Skill he had obtained after absorbing the essence of a ten-thousand-year Ghost Vine mixed with a top-tier plant-type Soul Beast, all under the guidance of his Teacher.

Tang Yuan stood at the edge of the Martial Arts Arena with his hands behind his back.

Dressed in white as snow, his expression was indifferent.

Watching the high-spirited youth in the arena, Tang Yuan nodded slightly.

"Not bad."

"Your control has improved significantly, and the force of the strangulation is enough to pierce the armor of a Defense System soul master of the same level."

Receiving Tang Yuan's praise, Tang San hurriedly retracted his martial soul.

He walked quickly to Tang Yuan and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you for your guidance, Teacher."

"If not for you taking me to hunt that mutated Ghost Vine King, I would never have been able to obtain such a compatible soul ring."

Tang San's tone was sincere.

Returning from this period of seclusion, his gains were truly immense.

The Mysterious Heaven Skill internal energy within his body had long since overflowed.

Now that he had obtained his Fourth Soul Ring, that layer of shackles had shattered in an instant.