Qian Renxue Undergoes a Metamorphosis!

The moment the golden petal touched the tip of Qian Renxue's tongue, it instantly transformed into a stream of warmth, pure to the extreme, and surged straight down her throat into the depths of her abdomen.

As the first wave of immense medicinal power dissolved within her, Qian Renxue's entire body was immediately enveloped by a layer of intensely concentrated golden light.

Sensing the medicinal power beginning to erupt violently, Qian Renxue hurriedly closed her eyes, mobilizing her original soul power to guide this vast, incomparable energy of light.

In the corner of the room, Gu Qing watched Qian Renxue, who had been completely swallowed by the golden radiance on the bed, his gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny.

To prevent the sacred aura emitted by the Bright Heaven Grass from piercing through the roof and alerting the experts within Heaven Dou City, Gu Qing raised his right hand and flicked it gently in mid-air.

A transparent, sturdy barrier of soul power formed instantly, sealing the entire slightly empty room airtight.

Having completed these necessary precautions, Gu Qing finally had the leisure to carefully observe the specific progress of Qian Renxue absorbing the immortal herb.

At this moment, Qian Renxue had completely entered a state of deep meditation, her breathing becoming extremely steady and long.

Threads of light elements, pure to the absolute limit, overflowed from the remaining petals of the Bright Heaven Grass, continuously drilling into the major acupuncture points all over Qian Renxue's body.

As the energy of light flooding into her body increased, an incredibly dazzling golden light suddenly ignited behind Qian Renxue's back.

Accompanied by a crisp, ethereal hum, that holy and incomparable Six-Winged Angel martial soul emerged from behind Qian Renxue, completely beyond her control.

Six massive golden wings slowly unfurled in the somewhat cramped room, illuminating the surrounding space until it was as bright as day, leaving not a single shadow behind.

Gu Qing narrowed his eyes, carefully examining this legendary god-level martial soul, and could clearly see a certain miraculous transformation occurring upon those golden wings.

The aura of light, already pure enough, was forcibly elevated to yet another level under the scouring of the Bright Heaven Grass's overbearing medicinal power.

The subtle impurities hidden in the deepest recesses of the angel's wings were being ruthlessly stripped away, bit by bit, by this divine medicinal force.

A fine layer of sweat gradually seeped from Qian Renxue's smooth forehead, and her beautiful brows were tightly knitted together due to the pain.

This overbearing process of stripping away impurities and purifying a martial soul was inevitably accompanied by the intense agony of having one's entire meridians forcibly widened.

Qian Renxue bit her teeth together so hard that her lips were stained with a trace of blood, yet she stubbornly refused to let out a single sound of pain.

Watching Qian Renxue's stubborn display of enduring such agony, Gu Qing merely sat quietly to the side, having no intention of intervening.

Gu Qing knew very well that in such a moment of rebirth, outsiders could offer no help; everything had to be borne by Qian Renxue's own willpower.

As long as she successfully endured this most painful stage, what awaited Qian Renxue would be a massive leap in both strength and potential.

Time slipped away, second by second, in this atmosphere of extreme silence and hidden undercurrents.

The sky outside the window gradually brightened, and the rising sun cast golden rays through the wooden lattice, spilling them onto the floor of the room.

The external sunlight intertwined with the golden light emitted by the Six-Winged Angel inside the room, forming a scene that was both aesthetically beautiful and sacred.

After a full three hours had passed, Qian Renxue's tightly knitted brows finally smoothed out bit by bit.

The Bright Heaven Grass, which had originally been held tightly in Qian Renxue's palms, had by now completely turned into a pile of golden powder, drifting slowly onto the bed through the gaps in her fingers.

As the final trace of pure medicinal power was completely absorbed into Qian Renxue's body, the Six-Winged Angel martial soul hovering behind her suddenly erupted with a terrifying wave of energy.

Violent ripples of soul power surged outward from Qian Renxue like a tsunami, sweeping madly in all directions.

Gu Qing flicked his hand casually, dissolving the violent soul power ripples that were about to overturn the tables and chairs into nothingness.

Looking at the Six-Winged Angel martial soul now, the light flowing over its six wings had become as pure and flawless as liquid gold.

Qian Renxue opened her eyes abruptly, and two beams of tangible, brilliant golden light flashed from her pupils, illuminating the wall opposite her.

She felt an unprecedented sense of lightness throughout her entire body.

This miraculous experience of being reborn made it impossible for Qian Renxue to suppress the wild joy in her heart; even her fingertips were trembling slightly.

Qian Renxue hurriedly checked the condition within her body, and she was instantly stunned, as if struck by lightning.

The soul power bottleneck that had been stagnant for so long had been completely shattered within these few short hours by an irresistible force.

Not only that, but the total amount of soul power flowing through Qian Renxue's body showed an explosive and terrifying growth.

This incredible speed of improvement gave Qian Renxue the illusion that she was in a dream; she could not believe her own senses.

"Level sixty-nine?"

Qian Renxue felt the brand-new power surging like the sea within her, her voice filled with extreme shock and joy.

Before absorbing this Bright Heaven Grass, Qian Renxue's soul power had been stuck at level sixty-five, with the breakthrough nowhere in sight.

Crossing four levels at once to reach the peak of level sixty-nine—just one step away from a Soul Saint—was a span that was simply unheard of.

Furthermore, Qian Renxue could clearly feel that the most fundamental power of her martial soul had been greatly reinforced, and her future cultivation speed would definitely undergo a qualitative leap.

"How do you feel?"

Gu Qing's steady voice came from the corner of the room, instantly pulling Qian Renxue back from her shocked thoughts to reality.

Hearing Gu Qing's inquiry, Qian Renxue turned her head immediately, her gaze falling directly onto his calm and composed face.

Recalling everything that had happened over the past half-month, a violent ripple rose uncontrollably in the depths of Qian Renxue's heart.

From the initial mutual probing and confrontation in Heaven Dou Imperial City, to gradually letting down her guard and developing trust.

Until today, when Gu Qing had even risked his life to break into the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, all to find this peerless immortal herb to change Qian Renxue's destiny.

Qian Renxue carefully tallied the account in her mind, and the shock in her eyes grew ever deeper.

In just half a month spent with Gu Qing, the progress Qian Renxue had made in her strength was comparable to the results of several years of bitter cultivation day and night back at Martial Soul Hall.

This contrast, so immense it was dizzying, caused the way Qian Renxue looked at Gu Qing to undergo a world-shaking transformation.

Before this, Qian Renxue had always poured all her energy into the massive mission of infiltrating the Heaven Dou Empire, never once considering any matters of the heart.

Yet now, Qian Renxue quietly discovered that her heart, once as firm as a rock, had already cracked open a massive fissure without her even realizing it.

Gu Qing's figure was like a seed forcibly wedged into this crack, taking root and sprouting with an unstoppable momentum.

Qian Renxue realized that she had truly begun to like Gu Qing, to like this man who was always so calm and composed, yet incredibly reliable.

As soon as this unprecedented emotion surfaced, a distinct blush bloomed on Qian Renxue's cheeks, and she hurriedly averted her gaze from Gu Qing's.

"Thank you, Gu Qing."

Qian Renxue lowered her head, offering her thanks in a voice so faint that only the two of them could hear it.

This time, there was no longer any feigned arrogance or defensiveness in her tone, only the purest form of gratitude.

Deep within this gratitude, there was even a hint of the bashfulness of a young girl, something Qian Renxue herself was unwilling to admit.

Watching Qian Renxue's fidgety, uneasy posture, Gu Qing stood up from the grand armchair and leisurely brushed the dust from his hem.

"Do you think you can dismiss me with just a verbal thank you?"

Gu Qing walked step by step to the bedside, looking down at Qian Renxue's already crimson earlobes.

"Since you've received such a great benefit, Young Master, how do you intend to repay me?"

Faced with Gu Qing's relentless, teasing words, Qian Renxue's heart rate soared to its limit.

Qian Renxue gripped the bedsheets tightly, her mind a boiling pot of chaos, having no idea how to respond to Gu Qing's remark.

The quietly budding affection had caused Qian Renxue to lose all her usual composure and wisdom in front of Gu Qing, leaving her filled with panic and helplessness.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and the situation across the entire Douluo Continent underwent a seismic shift in these short dozen days.

As the core power center of Martial Soul Hall, Martial Soul City was draped in festive red silk and lanterns, the entire city immersed in a bustling, lively atmosphere.

From the solemn and majestic Pope Palace to the Elder Palace, which enshrined countless powerhouses, every wide street was decorated with extreme luxury.

This grand display served as a constant reminder to the world of Martial Soul Hall's unparalleled and profound heritage.

The marriage between Gu Qing and Qian Renxue had already become the talk of the town, fueled by the high-level officials of Martial Soul Hall.

This sudden, bombshell news was like a massive meteorite crashing into a calm lake, stirring up an unprecedented uproar throughout the spirit master world.

The high-ranking officials of the two great empires and the spies of various sects mobilized one after another, relaying this shocking news back to their respective factions with the utmost speed.

The specific date of the grand wedding, set for half a month later, became the sole focus of discussion for countless spirit masters.

In taverns and teahouses along every street and alley, one could hear heated debates regarding this wedding of the century.

Everyone was filled with endless curiosity and deep awe toward Gu Qing, the man who could marry the Young Master of Martial Soul Hall and ascend to the heavens in a single step.

The mercenaries who spent their years hunting spirit beasts outside even spun countless bizarre versions of Gu Qing's origins.

Some claimed Gu Qing was a peerless genius from some hidden sect, while others said he was a secret weapon cultivated by Martial Soul Hall since childhood.

Regardless of how absurd the outside speculation was, this upcoming wedding had undoubtedly completely disrupted the overall landscape of the Douluo Continent.

Meanwhile, inside an extremely remote and hidden cave on the border of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Dim light barely illuminated the cluttered furnishings of the cave, and a thick, pungent smell of cheap alcohol permeated the damp air.

Tang Hao clutched a battered, earthen-colored wine pot, gulping down the spicy, choking liquor in frantic mouthfuls.

For the past half month, Tang Hao had been hiding like a rat in this dark, forgotten corner to nurse his old wounds, completely oblivious to the events outside.

It wasn't until this morning, when Tang Hao was forced to go to a nearby town to buy strong liquor, that he inadvertently overheard the chatter of idle mercenaries in a tavern.

The news that the Martial Soul Hall Young Master, Qian Renxue, was about to be married drilled into Tang Hao's grime-covered ears, word for word.

Especially upon hearing the name of the groom, Gu Qing, Tang Hao's right hand, which held the wine pot, froze mid-air; he didn't even notice the liquor spilling onto his tattered lapels.

Tang Hao knew all too well what kind of terrifying power and ambition the behemoth that was Martial Soul Hall possessed.

Toward Martial Soul Hall, Tang Hao harbored nothing but a deep-seated, blood-soaked vendetta; he wished he could tear everyone in the Pope Palace to pieces.

The tragic death of his wife and the humiliation of his own life spent in hiding were all thanks to Martial Soul Hall.

Now, hearing that the Martial Soul Hall Young Master was to hold such a grand and ostentatious wedding, this festive news was the greatest irony in the world to Tang Hao.

Tang Hao swung his arm violently, hurling the half-empty pot of cheap liquor, along with the heavy vessel itself, against the hard stone wall of the cave.

Accompanied by a sharp, crisp shattering sound, shards of rough pottery and murky liquid exploded into the dim cave.

The surrounding piles of rocks crumbled into fine powder under the impact of that terrifying spirit power.

Tang Hao's burly frame trembled violently, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the deep crack in the stone wall.

Images of his wife Ah Yin's tragic death flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

The hypocritical faces of those high-and-mighty figures in Martial Soul Hall, along with the nauseating visage of Qian Xunji, tormented his broken body every single moment.

Tang Hao raised his rough, calloused hands, digging his nails into his palms until they bled.

"Martial Soul Hall destroyed my home and killed my family, yet now they have the gall to hold such a grand wedding for Qian Xunji's daughter."

Tang Hao gritted his teeth, spitting out the words one by one, his tone laced with a bone-chilling hatred capable of freezing the very air around him.

A massive, ink-black iron hammer appeared without warning in his calloused palm.

The moment the heavy Clear Sky Hammer manifested, it crushed the ground beneath it, sending a dense web of cracks spiderwebbing outward.

Tang Hao slowly straightened his back, his aura shifting in an instant from one of utter decadence to something entirely different.

"Qian Renxue's wedding, is it? I'd like to see if your Martial Soul Hall can withstand my wedding gift."

Casually pulling a tattered black cloak over his shoulders, Tang Hao hid his weathered face beneath the shadows.

Since Martial Soul Hall wanted to make this wedding a world-renowned spectacle, he would simply kill that yellow-haired girl, Qian Renxue, on the very day of the ceremony.

Tang Hao had already made up his mind: he would ensure that Martial Soul Hall's so-called grand celebration turned into a funeral known to all under the heavens.

The heavy sound of his footsteps gradually faded into the depths of the dim cave, leaving behind only a scene of wreckage and a lingering, violent bloodlust that refused to dissipate.