Qian Renxue Crushes Tang San! Gu Yuena's Love!

Gu Yuena lowered her head, clearly feeling her heart, which had been silent for countless ages, beating violently.

It was a strange, yet incomparably familiar palpitation.

"That person named Tang San—"

She finally couldn't help but speak softly, breaking the tranquility.

"Did you really just let him go like that?"

"The Asura divine power on him is no small matter; it involves the karma of the God Realm. If you let him grow, I fear—"

Qian Ye stopped in his tracks before she could finish.

He turned around to face Gu Yuena, a playful smile on his face.

"Are you worried about him?"

"No—I—"

Gu Yuena was momentarily speechless. She wanted to explain that she was worried the God Realm's schemes would affect Qian Ye, but under his all-seeing gaze, any words seemed pale.

"I just think that when cutting weeds, one must remove the roots."

She ultimately found a reason.

Hearing this, Qian Ye chuckled aloud.

He raised his other hand and gently flicked the tip of Gu Yuena's elegant nose.

The gesture was incredibly intimate.

Gu Yuena's delicate body trembled once more, and the flush on her cheeks nearly spread to her snow-white neck.

"Rest assured."

Qian Ye's voice carried a reassuring magic.

"He is merely an ant. Even if he has received a few favors from a God King, he is still an ant in the end."

"I have my own uses for keeping him alive."

His gaze drifted inadvertently toward the direction of Martial Soul Hall City, his eyes deep, as if piercing through endless space.

Gu Yuena followed his gaze, her heart stirring as she vaguely guessed something.

The "use" Qian Ye spoke of—could it be—for that person?

The girl who inherited the Six-Winged Angel martial soul and was hailed as the Angel God's representative in the mortal world, Qian Renxue.

"Alright."

Qian Ye withdrew his gaze and took her hand again.

"Let's not talk about such disappointing things."

"I cannot stay long this time; I must leave soon."

Upon hearing the word "leave," Gu Yuena's heart tightened sharply.

Subconsciously, she gripped Qian Ye's hand back, her strength so great that her knuckles turned white.

"You—you are leaving again?"

Her voice carried a tremor and a plea she hadn't even noticed herself.

"Where to?"

"How long until you return?"

Those purple eyes that once looked down upon the world were now filled with nervousness and reluctance.

Seeing her like this, Qian Ye sighed inwardly.

How he wished he could stay and watch the ten thousand years of spring and autumn pass by her side here at the Lake of Life.

But there were some things he had to do.

"To a very distant place, to settle some old karma."

Qian Ye did not specify, merely patting the back of her hand soothingly.

"As for when I will return—"

"A thousand years at the fastest, and as for the slowest—it is hard to say."

A thousand years!

To mortals, these two words represented several cycles of reincarnation.

But to beings like them, it was nothing more than a snap of the fingers.

Yet, Gu Yuena felt this time was far too long.

Long enough to make the heart that had just ignited with hope fall back into an ice cellar.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say so much.

She wanted to ask him if he could choose not to leave.

She wanted to tell him that all these years, she had been so tired and so lonely on her own.

She wanted to pour out the adoration that had been suppressed in the depths of her heart for hundreds of thousands of years, a feeling that had long since transcended both friendship and kinship.

Yet, when the words reached her lips, she could not utter a single one.

She could not.

On the current Douluo Continent, the gaze of the God Realm had already been cast upon this place.

The appearance of Tang San was the best proof of that.

She could not allow her own selfishness to drag Qian Ye into the center of this storm.

She knew that he had more important things to do.

What he carried on his shoulders was far heavier than she had ever imagined.

"I—"

Gu Yuena took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions in her heart, and struggled to make her voice sound calm.

"I will wait for you."

Those three simple words were heavier than any vow.

Qian Ye gazed at her, and from those purple eyes, he read all of her forbearance and worry.

He smiled, saying nothing more.

He simply pulled her gently into his embrace.

This hug was untainted by any desire; it was merely the purest form of comfort after a long separation.

A moment later, Qian Ye released her.

"Take care of yourself."

"Wait for my return."

As his voice fell, his figure transformed into specks of starlight, dissipating between heaven and earth.

There was no tearing of space, no fluctuation of laws.

Just like that, naturally and effortlessly, he vanished.

It was as if he had never appeared at all.

By the side of the Lake of Life, only Gu Yuena remained, standing blankly in place.

She raised her hand to gently touch her cheek, which still held his warmth, and her eyes turned red once more before she even realized it.

"Yes, I will wait for you—"

She whispered softly, her voice scattered by the wind, blending into the tranquil scenery of the lake and mountains.

At the same time.

In Martial Soul Hall City, deep within the Angel Temple.

Qian Ye's figure appeared silently inside a quiet chamber.

He glanced at Qian Renxue, who was sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat, eyes closed in meditation, a flicker of imperceptible tenderness crossing his gaze.

The reason he left Tang San behind was simple.

Qian Renxue's path had been too smooth.

As a descendant of the Qian family and the inheritor of the Angel God's divine position, her future was almost entirely paved with ease.

But towering trees cannot grow in a greenhouse.

True powerhouses are all forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Character and willpower are both indispensable.

Tang San was the whetstone he had chosen for Qian Renxue.

A whetstone that was sufficiently hard and sufficiently insane.

Only by overcoming this stumbling block could Qian Renxue truly shed her immaturity and complete her final transformation.

As for those old fogies in the God Realm—

Qian Ye picked up the teacup on the table and took a light sip.

If they behaved themselves, then so be it.

But if they dared to enter the fray themselves—

A faint, indifferent smile escaped the corners of Qian Ye's mouth.

Then he would kill.

If a god strikes, he will kill the god.

If a God King strikes—

Then, we shall slaughter the God King as well.

This world, in the end, is far too small and far too dull.

Just then, Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes.

Sensing that familiar aura, she immediately rose from her prayer mat and offered a respectful bow.

"Sword Ancestor."

Her voice was cold, clear, and filled with devotion.

"Mm."

Qian Ye set down his teacup and said indifferently, "What insights did you gain from your battle with Tang San?"

Qian Renxue pondered for a moment before answering earnestly, "Tang San's Sea God Trident is fierce and tyrannical, wide-reaching and unrestrained, containing the boundless might of the ocean."

"Although my Angel Holy Sword does not lose to his in terms of divine power, it fell a step behind in terms of 'momentum'."

"If not for the broken sword you bestowed upon me, which allowed me to comprehend the principle of overcoming hardness with softness and piercing through a surface with a single point, I fear I would have already been defeated in that battle."