Identity Revealed

Ling Feng saw two figures appear like ghosts. They were none other than Qian Renxue and Snake Lance Douluo.

"Qian Renxue, you've been coming here all this time. What exactly do you want? State your purpose directly."

Ling Feng slightly raised his head, his deep eyes fixed directly on Qian Renxue before him.

A hint of amusement flashed through his gaze.

He had already seen through everything.

Thinking back, he had not exposed Qian Renxue's carefully concealed identity before.

But circumstances had changed. If he did not do so now, Qian Renxue would likely cling to him like a shadow and keep bothering him in the future.

At his words, Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

Yet she was worthy of being someone who had weathered countless storms and spent years lurking within the Heaven Dou Empire. In an instant, she regained her calm, unruffled expression.

But within her heart, waves crashed like a raging sea.

I hid my identity so well. How could Ling Feng see through years of disguise at a glance?

She had set foot in the Heaven Dou Empire when she was young and infiltrated it with painstaking caution for so many years.

Throughout that time, no one had ever discovered her true identity.

And yet!

Ling Feng had exposed it with a single sentence. How could she not be shocked?

Could Ling Feng have secretly investigated my identity during this time?

But that was almost impossible!

Across the entire Douluo Continent, only a handful of powerhouses at the Titled Douluo level or above within Spirit Hall knew of this matter.

This question was like an enormous riddle that deeply troubled Qian Renxue, leaving her unable to let it go for a long while.

Left with no choice, she could only pretend to remain composed.

Yet she still harbored a trace of hope, secretly wishing that Ling Feng was merely bluffing and trying to trick her.

"Who is Qian Renxue? Do I know her?"

Qian Renxue parted her red lips and asked in feigned confusion. She deliberately let a trace of curiosity flash through her eyes, attempting to conceal her inner panic and unease.

She looked as though she truly knew nothing of the name "Qian Renxue," merely an innocent, curious passerby.

Seeing Qian Renxue acting like this, Ling Feng was instantly speechless. His face darkened as he cursed inwardly, This woman really won't give up until she sees the coffin, and won't stop until she reaches the Yellow River.

"Qian Renxue, granddaughter of Qian Daoliu, Spirit Hall's Adjudication Elder. Her father is Qian Xunji, her mother is Bibi Dong, and she is also the inheritor of the Angel God's God Position."

Ling Feng had no interest in beating around the bush or playing riddles with Qian Renxue. His voice was cold and firm as it directly tore through layer upon layer of her disguise.

He revealed a string of secrets without holding anything back.

"Who exactly are you?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue could no longer maintain her calm and composed facade.

She slowly shed the disguise she usually wore before others, her gaze instantly turning solemn and icy.

At the same time, her body tensed slightly as she instinctively assumed a defensive stance.

Even if Ling Feng had guessed that she was Qian Renxue, she had never imagined that he would even know about her participation in the Angel God Trials, a matter of utmost secrecy.

Very few people could possibly know of that.

This stranger, whom she had met only a few times, knew all her secrets. Qian Renxue could not help but feel a chill run down her spine.

It was as though she stood naked and transparent before Ling Feng, with no privacy whatsoever.

At that moment, Snake Lance Douluo, who stood nearby, also heard this startling revelation.

His already stern and resolute face instantly turned pale, his expression changing drastically as though disaster had befallen him.

Then, without hesitation, he unleashed his powerful martial soul.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

The nine soul rings around him shone like blazing suns, releasing a towering aura.

He remained ready at all times to face the unknown danger that was about to arrive.

"Hm?"

The instant Snake Lance Douluo released his powerful aura, Zhao Yun, standing nearby, sensed the unusual presence like a sharp-eyed leopard.

A majestic gleam flashed through his deep eyes. The Hundred Birds Facing Phoenix Spear in his hand shot out like lightning, tearing through the Void.

At the same time, nine dazzling soul rings of an astonishing configuration flickered around him in the Void, radiating a terrifying light.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red.

"Six Black Three Red!"

Qian Renxue and Snake Lance Douluo both turned their eyes toward Zhao Yun. When they saw his Six Black Three Red soul ring configuration, their pupils contracted sharply.

It was as though they had witnessed the most terrifying sight in the world.

Their hearts were swept through by a sudden, enormous storm, and the same thought involuntarily surfaced in both their minds.

"How is this possible?"

Throughout the long history of the Douluo Continent, such a heaven-defying soul ring configuration was simply unheard of.

They knew that powerful individuals with extraordinary talents and heaven-defying soul ring configurations occasionally appeared in this world.

Qian Daoliu's soul ring configuration, for example, was Eight Black One Red, something countless people could only look up to.

But Qian Renxue's heart was filled with doubt.

She knew full well that her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, possessed such a powerful soul ring configuration because of the Angel God Trials. Only after enduring countless hardships had he raised the age of his soul rings to such heights.

Yet Zhao Yun, who stood before her now, did not carry the slightest trace of divine aura.

That meant Zhao Yun's soul ring configuration had absolutely nothing to do with divine trials.

That discovery was what truly shocked and confused Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue's thoughts raced through her mind like wild horses breaking free of their reins.

Recalling everything she had seen before, then considering the remarkable ability of the Soul Ring Pavilion—to extract soul rings from soul beasts—she silently made a deduction.

Barring any surprises, Zhao Yun's Six Black Three Red soul rings—

Must have been elevated from an originally ordinary soul ring configuration to this heaven-defying level through some mysterious method employed by the Soul Ring Pavilion.

Just how many unknown secrets did the Soul Ring Pavilion hide?

Meanwhile, Snake Lance Douluo's heart had long been consumed by fear.

He clearly sensed that Zhao Yun's aura was like an invisible net, locking onto him completely.

He understood that if he made even the slightest reckless move now, the abyss of death would await him.

After all, the aura and pressure Zhao Yun emitted at this moment were virtually no different from those of Spirit Hall's Grand Elder.

Before this suffocatingly powerful force, he felt like a tiny ant, completely incapable of resistance.

What was he supposed to do?

Snake Lance Douluo secretly agonized over it, filled with regret.

He could not help but think, If I'd known I would face such a predicament today, I should have come with Porcupine Douluo.

If Porcupine Douluo had been here, the two of them might have had a slim chance of survival. At the very least, they could have protected the young mistress and allowed her to escape safely in a crisis.

But now, everything was too late.

Helplessly, he could only swallow the bitterness and unwillingness in his heart.

He secretly hoped that Zhao Yun would show mercy and not attack him so easily.

"I don't like people speaking to me behind a false identity."

Ling Feng frowned slightly and spoke indifferently.

At the same time, a trace of curiosity rose in his heart. He wanted to see Qian Renxue's true appearance beneath her disguise with his own eyes.

He wanted to know just what kind of peerless beauty this woman, who had stirred up the winds and clouds of the Douluo Continent, possessed.

Hearing Ling Feng's words, Qian Renxue's face darkened slightly as she once again looked toward Zhao Yun at the side.

After sensing an aura as powerful as that of her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, she sighed helplessly inwardly.

Then, she slowly raised her right hand and gave it a gentle wave. A soft light flashed, and the soul bone skill concealing her appearance instantly faded away.

In an instant, a brilliant golden radiance bloomed in the Void like a rising sun, illuminating the entire small courtyard.

Within that light lay an incomparably sacred and radiant power, as though it could cleanse all evil and darkness from the world.

As the light faded, Qian Renxue appeared dressed in an incomparably luxurious golden gown.

Her features were exquisitely flawless, like a work of art carefully sculpted by the heavens. Her fair skin was as warm and delicate as mutton-fat jade, while her eyes were bright and profound.

She naturally carried the sacred aura of a Six-Winged Angel. Standing there, she exuded an exceptionally noble and transcendent temperament.

Seeing Qian Renxue's appearance now, even Ling Feng, with all his experience, could not help but be slightly moved. A trace of amazement flashed through his eyes.

He secretly praised her in his heart. As expected of the future Angel God, Qian Renxue. Such grace is truly rare in this world.

But when his thoughts inadvertently drifted back to the ending of the original work, he could not help shaking his head inwardly, a complicated feeling rising within him.

"What did that shake of your head mean?"

Qian Renxue keenly caught that subtle movement. Her beautiful eyes stared fixedly at Ling Feng, and a flash of displeasure instantly crossed her gaze.

In her view, Ling Feng's shake of the head seemed to indicate dissatisfaction with her appearance.

Could it be that, in his eyes, I look that unbearable?