Teacher Qian Renxue?! Bai Chenxiang's Shock! Ancestor Qian Ye!

What?!

As these words fell, the air inside the entire tent instantly solidified.

The smiles on everyone's faces froze.

Especially Tang San.

The tenderness and deep affection on his face receded like a tide, replaced by a dark gloom.

A flash of undisguised disappointment and anger flickered within his deep blue eyes.

However, this emotion lasted only for an instant.

He quickly adjusted himself, pulled Xiao Wu back into his arms, and sighed:

"So that's how it is... It's all my fault, I was just too impatient."

"I only wanted to become stronger, to protect you, Xiao Wu. You don't blame me, do you?"

Despite his words, the arms he used to hold Xiao Wu loosened ever so slightly, and he did so unconsciously.

The surrounding members of Shrek changed the way they looked at Xiao Wu.

That warmth and closeness had vanished, replaced by a sense of distance and inexplicable meaning.

Since the immortal herb could only be used by Xiao Wu, didn't that make their previous congratulations a complete joke?

Xiao Wu saw all of this, and the last bit of warmth in her heart gradually dissipated.

She forced a smile, leaned into Tang San's embrace, and comforted herself in a voice barely audible.

"It's alright, Third Brother, I understand you... I know that Third Brother is the person who loves me most in this world."

That's right.

Third Brother must love me!

Otherwise, why would he have been willing to make an enemy of the entire Martial Soul Hall for my sake back then?

It must be that way.

Xiao Wu left the tent, looking soul-lost.

After she left, the atmosphere inside the tent became oppressive to the extreme.

Tang San slammed a fist onto the table!

"Damn it!"

The sturdy wooden table shattered into a pile of sawdust upon impact.

"Why! Why must it be directly bound!"

Tang San's face was livid, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"If this divine-grade immortal herb were on me, why would I fear Qian Renxue! The destruction of Martial Soul Hall would be just around the corner!"

Everyone else remained silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to respond.

Tang San paced back and forth irritably, then suddenly remembered something.

"Is there still no news coming back from Bai Chenxiang's side?"

Ma Hongjun pursed his lips and said indifferently:

"She's probably dead."

"What kind of place is Jialing Pass? With Qian Renxue and that group of old monsters from Martial Soul Hall there, how could a mere Soul Saint survive if she were discovered?"

There was not a hint of worry in his tone; instead, it carried a trace of satisfaction.

"Hmph, serves her right! Who told her to act so high and mighty in front of me? If she had just submitted to me back then, she wouldn't have ended up like this!"

Yu Xiaogang, standing to the side, pushed up his glasses and said in a deep voice:

"San, regardless of the circumstances, we still need to appease the Min Clan."

"I know!"

Tang San waved his hand impatiently.

"If she's dead, she's dead! For the sake of destroying Martial Soul Hall, some necessary sacrifices are unavoidable!"

In his heart, not a single ripple stirred for the life or death of Bai Chenxiang.

At this moment, he only cared about one thing.

"I wonder what kind of treasure this eighth place on the Rare Treasures List will be?"

At the same time.

Inside that quiet courtyard at Jialing Pass.

Qian Ye was observing the trembling woman before him with great interest.

The woman wore a tight black outfit that perfectly outlined her exquisite, curvaceous figure.

Her long, straight legs, in particular, shimmered with an ivory luster under the moonlight, enough to stir the heart of any man.

It was none other than Bai Chenxiang, who had infiltrated Jialing Pass to gather intelligence only to be casually captured by him.

At this moment, the pride that usually graced Bai Chenxiang's face had vanished, replaced by endless despair.

She felt utterly hopeless.

The man before her was simply too terrifying.

The speed she took such pride in was like a toddler's stumbling steps in his presence; she couldn't even muster a single thought of resistance.

She knew she was doomed to die.

Thinking of Ma Hongjun's nauseating face and how the Shrek members had used her, a surge of intense hatred welled up in her heart.

So be it.

Perhaps death was a form of release.

She closed her eyes, her voice trembling yet filled with resolve.

"If you want to kill me, just do it! No need for nonsense!"

Hearing this, a smile escaped the corners of Qian Ye's mouth.

"Who said I was going to kill you?"

Bai Chenxiang's eyes snapped open, filled with astonishment.

He isn't killing me?

Qian Ye calmly picked up the teacup from the stone table and took a light sip.

"A virgin body, and your constitution is clean enough; you barely qualify."

He set the cup down, his gaze landing on Bai Chenxiang as he calmly declared.

"From this day forward, you are My slave. Stay here and serve by My side."

A slave?

Bai Chenxiang's body shuddered violently, the blood draining from her face as she was overcome with shame and humiliation.

She instinctively looked up at Qian Ye, but upon meeting those eyes as deep as the starry sky, her mind fell into a trance.

This man was so handsome he didn't seem mortal, and the transcendent aura he exuded made her heart flutter with an inexplicable palpitation.

She thought of Ma Hongjun's lewdness, Tang San's hypocrisy, and the cold indifference of the Shrek group...

Her heart grew cold, bit by bit.

Perhaps staying here as a servant was better than returning to that nauseating place.

After an unknown amount of time, she lowered her proud head, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.

"...Yes."

Soon, the sky grew bright.

Qian Renxue arrived in the courtyard as usual, prepared to ask Qian Ye for guidance on the way of the sword.

"Teacher, I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she caught sight of an unfamiliar figure.

She saw Bai Chenxiang carefully refilling Qian Ye's teacup, her movements clumsy yet filled with a submissive reverence that dared not defy him.

Qian Renxue paused slightly, then recognized the other woman.

"Bai Chenxiang of the Min Clan?"

Why was she here?

And dressed like that?

The moment Bai Chenxiang saw Qian Renxue, she was struck as if by lightning, freezing in place.

The Angel God... Qian Renxue?!

The young mistress of Martial Soul Hall, now a god on the continent!

Why was she here?!

However, the next moment, a scene that shook her soul even more occurred.

She watched as the high and mighty Angel God, Qian Renxue, bowed respectfully to that man.

"Master."

Mas... Master?!

Bai Chenxiang's mind went completely blank.

To be called Master by a god... just what kind of terrifying existence was this man?!

The look she cast toward Qian Ye was instantly filled with awe and dread.

Qian Renxue, however, did not notice Bai Chenxiang's shock at this moment; her face was overflowing with joy.

"Master, look!"

She pressed her fingers together like a sword and slashed casually, a highly condensed sword aura tearing through the air and leaving a deep, jagged scar upon the ground.

"After your guidance yesterday, my sword path has improved significantly!"

"I feel stronger now than I have ever been! The broken sword you bestowed upon me has also become increasingly easy to wield!"

She gazed at Qian Ye with eyes full of anticipation, like a child waiting for praise.

She hoped to see even a trace of surprise on the face of this unfathomable Master.