King of Flowers! Love Pure to the Extreme!

After some discussion, the group decided that someone must be sent to infiltrate Jialing Pass for an investigation.

However, this was undoubtedly a den of tigers and a lair of dragons; Jialing Pass was guarded by the Angel God Qian Renxue, and once exposed, the chances of survival would be slim.

Just as everyone was struggling with who to send, Ma Hongjun suddenly stood up.

"I'll go!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he immediately changed his tune: "No, let Xiangxiang go instead. Her martial soul is the Sharp-Tailed Swift, the fastest in the world, making her the most suitable for this kind of reconnaissance mission."

Everyone was stunned.

The way Dai Mubai and the others looked at Ma Hongjun changed; they hadn't expected the fatty to be so responsible at a critical moment.

"Fatty, this is too dangerous!" Oscar urged.

Ma Hongjun waved his hand, looking insistent: "For the future of the continent, someone has to make a sacrifice!"

In the end, under Ma Hongjun's "strong recommendation," the group agreed to the plan of sending Bai Chenxiang to investigate.

Bai Chenxiang, with her graceful figure and proud, long legs, accepted the order and left, transforming into a streak of light that vanished into the horizon.

After she was gone, Dai Mubai leaned in close to Ma Hongjun and asked in confusion: "Fatty, what are you playing at? You aren't the type to sacrifice yourself for others."

The righteous indignation on Ma Hongjun's face vanished instantly, replaced by a trace of spite and glee.

"Hmph, that woman, relying on her looks to act all high and mighty all day long. She dared to reject me, Ma Hongjun? I couldn't even get a touch?"

"I might as well use this mission to send her to her death, or let her realize that without my protection, she is nothing!"

Only then did the others realize the truth.

On the other side, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong frowned, a hint of disapproval flashing in their eyes.

They felt that what Ma Hongjun had done was truly going too far.

However, before they could say anything.

Boom!

Above the firmament, golden light appeared once more!

That grand and majestic voice resounded across the entire continent again.

[The Heavenly Vault Rare Treasures List, ninth place, is about to be revealed!]

In an instant, everyone's attention was drawn away.

What would the ninth place be?

Meanwhile.

Star Dou Great Forest, Lake of Life.

The lake water was as green as jade, radiating a life force so rich it could not be dissolved. The surrounding ancient trees towered into the sky, and all was silent.

A figure in a silver dress stood quietly by the lakeside. She had silver hair that reached her ankles, and her amethyst-like eyes gazed up at the brilliant golden list in the sky, her gaze profound and carrying a faint expectation.

It was the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena, who had slept for ten thousand years and only recently awakened.

"Master."

A crisp beast roar came, and a small, colorful figure darted out from the forest, affectionately rubbing against Gu Yuena's calf.

It was a small beast covered in bright golden fur, shaped like a Qilin with a vertical eye on its forehead; it was the auspicious beast carrying the power of destiny, the Three-Eyed Golden Lion.

Gu Yuena lowered her head, extended a jade finger, and gently tapped the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's smooth forehead, a faint smile curling at the corners of her lips.

"You little thing, you've come to watch the excitement too."

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion chirped happily, nudging her palm with its head.

Gu Yuena turned her gaze back to the golden list, her tone carrying a hint of amusement.

Martial Soul Hall, inside Jialing Pass.

The courtyard, shrouded in invisible sword intent, was completely isolated from the clamor of the outside world.

Qian Renxue had already changed out of her complex and heavy sacred battle dress, wearing a sleek golden outfit that showcased her perfect, golden-ratio figure to the fullest.

In her hand, she held the broken blade of the Angel Holy Sword that Qian Ye had casually handed to her.

No soul skills, no divine power.

There was only the simplest, most monotonous action—swinging the sword.

One strike, then another.

Sweat slid down her smooth temples, soaking the golden hair at her ears, but her beautiful golden eyes grew brighter and brighter, filled with focus and persistence.

Beside the stone table in the courtyard, Qian Ye remained as calm and breezy as ever.

He sipped his fragrant tea leisurely, as if the grueling training of the Angel God sweating like rain before him was no different from the scenery outside the window.

After countless swings, Qian Renxue's movements gradually shifted from initial stiffness to fluidity and harmony.

Suddenly, her movements came to a halt.

Just a moment ago, in the instant she swung the blade, she had sensed something entirely different.

It was not divine power, nor was it soul power, but a sharpness pure to the extreme—a kind of "intent" that seemed capable of severing all things in the world.

"Is this... Sword Intent?"

Qian Renxue murmured to herself, her eyes erupting with indescribable surprise.

Merely through a basic sword swing, she had actually managed to grasp a trace of this profound and mysterious realm!

This senior was truly unfathomable!

Her gaze fell upon the broken sword in her hand, and her heart was even more shaken.

Previously, she had felt that the senior was a bit stingy for giving her only a broken blade.

But now she understood: this seemingly dilapidated sword contained a certain Dao rhyme she could not comprehend, and every swing invisibly guided her, allowing her to touch the origin of the sword path.

Who said this sword was bad?

This sword was simply magnificent!

Qian Renxue's heart was filled with relief and gratitude; she tightened her grip on the broken sword, and her gaze toward Qian Ye became increasingly reverent.

Yet at this very moment, the complete, radiant Angel Holy Sword that she had tossed aside earlier suddenly emitted a grievance-filled hum.

It was a true divine artifact!

It was the symbol of the Angel Godhood!

And now, it had actually been spurned by its own master!

"Hum—"

The Angel Holy Sword transformed into a streak of golden light, actually taking the initiative to fly to the side of Qian Ye's table. The hilt gently nudged his sleeve, and the light on the blade flickered on and off, as if it were lodging a complaint or seeking comfort.

Qian Ye glanced at it, finding it somewhat amusing.

"What, fallen out of favor?"

At that very moment, above the firmament, the Heavenly Vault Golden List, which had been silent for a while, erupted once more with ten thousand zhang of brilliant light.

A line of magnificent golden characters slowly emerged.

[Heavenly Vault Rare Treasures List, 9th Place: Lovesick Heartbreak Red!]

Inside the courtyard, both Qian Renxue and the complaining Angel Holy Sword were stunned, simultaneously raising their heads to look up.

The hand Qian Ye used to hold his teacup also paused in mid-air for a fleeting moment.

For the first time, a trace of surprise and a hint of reminiscence appeared in his eyes.

"Lovesick Heartbreak Red..."

He whispered the name, his thoughts seemingly traversing endless years, returning to tens of thousands of years ago.

Back then, he too had once personally plucked this immortal herb for someone.

Qian Renxue keenly captured the fleeting emotional fluctuation on Qian Ye's face.

Her curiosity grew even deeper.

Who exactly was this senior?

What had he experienced?

Why would he have such a reaction to a single immortal herb?

On the Heavenly Vault Golden List, light and shadow shifted, beginning to introduce this peculiar immortal treasure.

[Lovesick Heartbreak Red, the king of flowers, represents the purest and most persistent love in the world.]

[Its conditions for plucking are also strict to the extreme.]

[At the moment of plucking, one's heart must be filled with love, yearning for one's beloved, without a single shred of impure thought. Then, one must use a sharp tool to break one's own skin and let blood drip onto the petals.]

[If the heart is sincere and the emotion touches the heavens, the flower will detach itself. If there is even a hint of falsehood and one attempts to force the plucking, the harvester will bleed to death and become fertilizer for the flower.]