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 vast, empty Pope's Palace, Yue Guan led Yan inside and immediately stood off to the side, acting perfectly obedient.

Standing beneath the papal throne, Yan looked up at Qian Renyu, who sat upon the dais, with a complex expression on his face.

Information flowed rapidly within Martial Soul Hall; everything that had happened with Bibi Dong over an hour ago was already known to many of the hall's high-ranking officials.

Although Yan was not a high-ranking official, he was, after all, part of the Golden Generation of Martial Soul Hall and the youngest recipient of the Purple Record Medal, so he was very well-informed.

To him, Hu Liena was his goddess, and for years, he had been working his life away trying to win her heart.

Even many high-ranking officials in Martial Soul Hall were optimistic that he would eventually win Hu Liena over and forge a good marriage.

However, just half an hour ago, Qian Renyu had targeted Hu Liena, and even the Grand Pontiff, Qian Daoliu, had appeared in person to issue a decree punishing her.

Now standing before Qian Renyu, the instigator of it all, Yan suddenly didn't know what to say.

Sighing inwardly, he bowed and saluted: "Yan pays his respects to the Pope. I do not know what instructions the Pope has for calling me here?"

Qian Renyu sat on the papal throne for a moment before his figure suddenly vanished from the seat.

In the next second, Qian Renyu appeared before Yan. He watched as Yan straightened his posture, his eyes a dark, reddish hue caused by his mutated martial soul, and whispered softly:

"Are you surprised that I summoned you here? The expression you are wearing right now—is it resentment because I punished Hu Liena half an hour ago?"

Hearing this, Yan shuddered violently and hurriedly shook his head: "Your Excellency, you misunderstand. Yan would not dare to harbor any resentment or overstep his bounds against you. I beg for your discernment!"

"There is no need to say so much in front of me. You are not much younger than I am; I know your feelings for that woman, Hu Liena."

Qian Renyu continued: "Having feelings is no fault, and feeling resentment because of them is no fault either. As long as you can turn back from your misguided path, I will not hold anything against you!"

Yan stood frozen on the spot.

The words Qian Renyu had whispered echoed repeatedly in his ears.

Suddenly, he found it difficult to fathom the deeper meaning behind Qian Renyu calling him here and saying such things.

Yue Guan stood not far away, and even with his experience as an old fox, he still couldn't grasp the meaning behind Qian Renyu's pointed remarks.

It seemed like he was questioning Yan, yet upon closer inspection, it didn't seem to have much to do with a reprimand.

Pondering these unclear matters, Yue Guan looked at Yan thoughtfully. Unable to truly understand Qian Renyu's intent, he could only hope that the subsequent development of the situation would become clear after Yan's response.

Qian Renyu did not care about their reactions and spoke again:

"Yan, remember!"

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

"As a member of our Martial Soul Hall's Golden Generation and a future high-ranking official of the hall, do you want the world's perception of you to be that of a bootlicker, or of someone who has achieved true, monumental feats?"

"Ask yourself: has all this effort you've put in finally yielded any return?"

"You keep groveling before Hu Liena, yet you haven't even won her over. Do you enjoy this kind of self-amusement?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yan's face turned beet red.

Qian Renyu had laid out all his affairs without the slightest bit of restraint.

Even with his stubborn spirit—the one that allowed him to keep trying and failing to fawn over Hu Liena without ever tiring—he couldn't hold it together anymore.

"Your Excellency, I..."

Yan hurriedly opened his mouth, wanting to explain himself.

But as the words reached his lips, he suddenly realized he had no argument to defend himself with.

Many details he had ignored in the past now surfaced in his mind, uncontrollable.

He recalled how he had offered his devotion to Hu Liena time and time again, only to be met with cold indifference every single time.

Stunned on the spot, Yan's face cycled between pale and red.

Yue Guan suddenly realized what Qian Renyu was trying to do. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he contentedly pretended to be an outsider.

Qian Renyu's attention was not on Yue Guan. Seeing Yan in this state, his tone became much more severe:

"You know for yourself what choice to make."

"I did not have you come here today for the sake of your romantic entanglements!"

"The finals of the Spirit Master Tournament are imminent. I have other arrangements for you regarding the tournament!"

"Hu Liena does not have the ability to secure the overall championship. I need you to go and take that final victory!"

???

Yan snapped back to reality.

After confirming he hadn't misheard, he stood there in utter shock.

"Your Excellency, do you mean for me to become the core of the Martial Soul Academy Team and lead the entire group?" Yan asked, having recovered his senses.

Qian Renyu nodded slightly: "Correct. You, Hu Liena, and Xie Yue are all part of the Golden Generation. Since Hu Liena lacks the capability to handle what comes next, you will be responsible for completing it!"

Yan: "..."

"Your Eminence, within our Martial Soul Team, Hu Liena and Xie Yue are the core of the core. The true strength of our team lies in the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of Hu Liena and Xie Yue."

"In the Martial Soul Fusion Skill of Hu Liena and Xie Yue, Hu Liena acts as the lead. If even Hu Liena lacks the ability to secure the final championship, I fear this subordinate is also powerless to change that!"

Yan replied, looking embarrassed.

Although he did not want to admit that his skills were inferior to others, all of this was the truth; even if he did not want to acknowledge it, he had to face it.

Qian Renyu had anticipated that Yan would give such an answer, and he said nonchalantly: "In the past, you did not possess such ability, but your future remains unknown!"

"Today, I can take you as a nominal disciple. If you can fulfill the requirements I set for you and sever those unrealistic sentiments in your heart, you may then become my personal disciple."

"Once you become my personal disciple, I will grant you the strength to seize the championship!"

As his words fell.

A brilliant golden light suddenly ignited behind Qian Renyu.

It was just like the time he first forced Bibi Dong to abdicate at the Pope's Palace.

A brilliant golden throne appeared silently from the void, and orange-red light along with golden radiance bathed the entire Pope's Palace.

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

Qian Renyu paced up the steps and sat majestically upon the throne, his hands resting on the lion reliefs, a cold and sharp light flickering between his brows.

Subsequently, 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 watched indifferently as the miniature Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter took shape behind Yan, and spoke calmly:

"My Martial Soul is named the Divine Throne!"

"Every Divine Throne possesses the power of projection!"

"Those who hold the projection can wield thirty percent of my strength!"