Women Are Meant to Be Conquered

Women Are Meant to Be Conquered

Half an hour later.

Yue Guan brought Yan to the Pope's Palace.

Inside the spacious Pope's Palace, Yue Guan led Yan in and immediately stood obediently off to one side.

Standing beneath the papal throne, Yan looked up at Qian Renyu, seated on the dais, with a complicated expression.

News traveled swiftly through Spirit Hall. Everything that had happened at Bibi Dong's place half an hour earlier was already known to many of Spirit Hall's senior figures.

Yan wasn't a senior figure in Spirit Hall, but he was one of the Spirit Hall Golden Generation and the youngest recipient of the Purple Record Medal. He was also very well informed.

To him, Hu Liena was his goddess. For years, he'd been trying with all his might to win her over.

Many of Spirit Hall's senior figures had even thought highly of his chances of winning Hu Liena's heart and forming a happy match with her.

Yet half an hour ago, Qian Renyu had confronted Hu Liena, and Qian Daoliu, the Grand Pontiff himself, had appeared in person to issue her punishment.

Now that he stood before Qian Renyu, the very man who had started it all, Yan suddenly didn't know what to say.

He sighed inwardly and bowed. "Yan pays his respects to Your Holiness. May I ask why Your Holiness summoned me?"

Qian Renyu had been sitting on the papal throne for a while when he suddenly vanished from it.

The next second, he appeared in front of Yan. As Yan straightened up, Qian Renyu studied his slightly dark-red eyes, a result of his Mutated Martial Soul, and spoke softly:

"Are you surprised that I summoned you here? Is that look on your face because you're resentful over my punishment of Hu Liena half an hour ago?"

Yan shuddered and quickly shook his head. "Your Holiness, you've misunderstood. I wouldn't dare harbor any resentment or show the slightest disrespect toward you. Please see the truth of it!"

"There's no need to say so much in front of me. You're only a few years younger than I am. I know how you feel about that woman, Hu Liena."

Qian Renyu continued, "There's nothing wrong with having feelings for her, nor is there anything wrong with feeling resentful because of them. As long as you come to your senses, I won't hold any of it against you."

Yan froze where he stood.

Qian Renyu's words echoed in his ears.

Suddenly, he couldn't make sense of why Qian Renyu had summoned him or what he meant by saying all this.

Yue Guan stood some distance away. Even with his many years of experience, he still couldn't quite grasp the meaning behind Qian Renyu's pointed words.

They sounded like a reprimand, but on closer thought, they didn't seem to have much to do with reprimanding Yan at all.

Unable to figure it out, Yue Guan glanced thoughtfully at Yan. Since he couldn't understand Qian Renyu's intentions, all he could do was hope that Yan's response would reveal how things would unfold.

Qian Renyu paid no heed to their reactions and spoke again:

"Yan, remember!"

"Women are meant to be conquered, not fawned over!"

"As a member of our Spirit Hall Golden Generation and a future senior figure in Spirit Hall, how do you want people to remember you? As a lovesick lapdog, or for your great achievements?"

"Ask yourself honestly: have all your efforts ever paid off?"

"You kept throwing yourself at Hu Liena, but you still never won her over. Do you really enjoy entertaining yourself like this?!"

Yan's face flushed bright red at those words.

Qian Renyu had laid bare everything about him without the slightest restraint.

Even though Yan had stubbornly continued fawning over Hu Liena, failing time and again without ever giving up, he could barely keep his composure now.

"Your Holiness, I..."

Yan hurried to speak, opening his mouth to defend himself.

The words were already on the tip of his tongue, but he suddenly realized he had no excuse to offer.

All the little details he'd once ignored now resurfaced in his mind, beyond his control.

He remembered how he'd repeatedly tried to curry favor with Hu Liena, only to be met with cold indifference time and again.

Frozen in place, Yan's face turned red, then pale.

Yue Guan finally understood what Qian Renyu was trying to do. His mouth twitched slightly, but he calmly pretended to be a bystander.

Qian Renyu wasn't paying Yue Guan any mind. Seeing Yan's expression, he spoke more sternly:

"You know what choice you need to make."

"I summoned you here today not to discuss your love life!"

"The Spirit Master Tournament finals are fast approaching. I have other plans for you concerning the tournament!"

"Hu Liena doesn't have what it takes to win the championship. I need you to claim the championship instead!"

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Yan abruptly snapped out of his daze.

After confirming he'd heard correctly, he stood there dumbfounded.

"Your Holiness, do you mean you want me to become the core of the Martial Soul Academy Team and lead the whole group?" Yan asked, recovering his composure.

Qian Renyu gave a slight nod. "That's right. You, Hu Liena, and Xie Yue are all members of the Golden Generation. Hu Liena can't handle what comes next, so you'll take her place and see it through!"

Yan: "..."

"Your Holiness, Hu Liena and Xie Yue are the core of our Martial Soul Team. Our team's true strength lies in their Martial Soul Fusion Skill."

"Hu Liena is the one who leads their Martial Soul Fusion Skill. If she can't win the championship, I'm afraid there's little I can do either."

Yan answered awkwardly.

He didn't want to admit that he was inferior, but it was the truth. Whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not, he had to face it.

Qian Renyu had expected Yan to answer this way. He replied nonchalantly, "You may not have been capable of it before, but who knows what you'll be capable of in the future?"

"Today, I can accept you as an unofficial disciple. If you fulfill my expectations and sever those unrealistic feelings in your heart, you can become my personal disciple."

"Once you become my personal disciple, I'll make sure you have the strength to win the championship!"

As his words fell, a brilliant golden light suddenly blazed behind Qian Renyu.

It was just like the first time he'd come to the Pope's Palace to confront Bibi Dong.

A golden throne silently appeared out of thin air, and orange-red light mingled with brilliant golden radiance, bathing the entire Pope's Palace.

The ten-zhang-tall Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter appeared behind Qian Renyu, its golden steps stretching all the way to his feet.

Qian Renyu strode up the steps and sat majestically upon the throne. He rested his hands on the Lion Relief, a fierce glint flashing between his brows.

Then a beam of golden light shot toward Yan, and a miniature projection of the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter appeared beside him.

Qian Renyu gazed impassively at the miniature Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter taking shape behind Yan and spoke calmly:

"My Martial Soul is called the Divine Throne!"

"All Divine Thrones possess the power to manifest projections!"

"Whoever holds a projection can wield thirty percent of my strength!"