Qian Renxue Takes a Master

A flash of unwillingness crossed Chen Qingxuan's face, only to be replaced by a look of arrogance: "But so what? The Immortal Tribulation was earth-shattering; it could shatter my immortal body, but it ultimately failed to completely extinguish my soul."

"Since even the Immortal Tribulation couldn't kill me, what in this heaven and earth could possibly trap me, Chen Qingxuan?"

Chen Qingxuan stood up and surveyed his surroundings.

This was a vast, white space with no visible boundaries, where countless fragmented memories floated in the air like flickering stars.

In the center of this space, a little girl with golden hair sat curled up, hugging her knees. Her small body trembled incessantly, and her face was filled with terror—this was the soul form of Qian Renxue.

"So this is the Sea of Consciousness of this little girl?" Chen Qingxuan examined the surroundings with keen interest. "I must see what kind of world this truly is."

As his thought stirred, his powerful divine sense instantly connected with this mental space.

Almost simultaneously, all of Qian Renxue's memories unfolded before him like a floodgate being opened, without reservation.

Douluo Continent, Martial Soul Hall, martial souls, spirit rings, spirit bones, the Angel Deity, the Clear Sky Sect, the death of Qian Xunji, the rise of Bibi Dong, the majesty of Qian Daoliu, the true identity of Qian Renxue, and the plan she was currently executing.

Disguising herself as a commoner to approach the Heaven Dou Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, becoming his attendant under the guise of repaying a debt, and ultimately replacing him to bring the Heaven Dou Empire under the control of Martial Soul Hall...

"Interesting, truly interesting." A playful smile curled the corners of Chen Qingxuan's mouth.

"Born with spirit power, martial souls, and items like spirit bones and spirit rings that manifest the rules of the world."

"To be able to touch the rules of the world simply by possessing innate spirit power upon awakening one's martial soul—that is quite peculiar. However..." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Is touching the power of rules too early a blessing or a curse for a cultivator?"

He looked at the shivering Qian Renxue in the center and spoke indifferently: "Qian Renxue, your fortune is indeed extraordinary to have been able to attract this wisp of my remnant soul from the void."

"I have devoured most of your fortune to barely stabilize this remnant soul that was on the verge of dissipation, so I suppose I owe you a debt."

"As a courtesy, I shall grant you a stroke of opportunity."

With that, Chen Qingxuan's fingertips condensed a gentle energy containing vast vitality, which shimmered with a faint golden hue.

He flicked his finger, and the energy shot toward Qian Renxue's soul like a meteor.

Qian Renxue's soul trembled instinctively, but the moment it touched the energy, she felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.

Her tense body slowly relaxed, her small hands loosened from around her knees, and she involuntarily lay flat. The terror on her face gradually faded, replaced by a sense of peace.

Deep within her soul, a mass of black mental energy that had been entangling her was stripped away by the golden energy, forming a black sphere of mental energy outside Qian Renxue's body.

"You will thank me, Qian Renxue." Chen Qingxuan watched this scene with a meaningful smile.

He recalled the scene of his Nine-Fold Golden Immortal Tribulation, where his immortal body was shattered inch by inch under the tribulation lightning, and his divine soul was on the verge of collapse.

At that final moment, he burned his primordial spirit and unleashed the immortal-level divine ability, the Immortal Demon Disintegration Technique, causing his flesh, essence, and soul fragments to self-destruct and transform into billions of light particles that scattered across the myriad worlds.

Though the power of the Immortal Tribulation was immense, it could not lock onto billions of fragments simultaneously, ultimately allowing this wisp of his remnant soul to escape.

"The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavens evolve forty-nine, and man escapes with one."

"Even if only a remnant soul remains, with less than one-billionth of my original strength, I, Chen Qingxuan, can still defy the heavens to re-cultivate and ascend to the peak once more! These myriad worlds will eventually have a place for me!" His voice was filled with confidence and dominance; even here in the Sea of Consciousness, his arrogance had not diminished in the slightest.

He glanced at Qian Renxue's soul and thought to himself: "The talent of this body is quite good, bearing the Angel bloodline. If I were to seize it, the path of re-cultivation might be much smoother."

But this thought only flashed for a moment before he shook his head, a trace of disdain crossing his eyes.

"I, Chen Qingxuan, have lived my life upright and honorable. Is seizing another's body something I would do? Furthermore..."

He looked at the form of the little golden-haired girl, his mouth twitching, and ultimately left the rest unsaid—he had no interest in becoming a little girl.

Half an hour later, Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes.

She subconsciously raised her small hand to rub her sleepy eyes, but all she saw was a boundless, white expanse, as if she were immersed in clouds and mist, unable to distinguish up from down.

"Where is this?" she muttered to herself, her voice soft and milky from just waking up.

While she was still confused, Qian Renxue looked up, her gaze colliding with a tall, slender figure.

It was a man, his form nearly transparent, yet he could not hide his immortal aura.

He wore a moon-white robe, his sleeves fluttering without a breeze.

His face was handsome to the point of being unreal, with sword-like brows slanting into his temples, a high-bridged nose, and well-defined lips. His eyes were as deep as the starry sky, containing the vicissitudes of eternity, yet clear and devoid of any impurities.

A faint, ethereal air swirled around him, as if he were one with this space—both elusive and majestic, like a deity who had walked out of the ancient ages.

"Who are you? Big brother?" Qian Renxue tilted her head, her golden hair sliding over her shoulders, her clear golden eyes filled with curiosity.

"Why is your body transparent? And why am I here?"

Chen Qingxuan looked at her naive appearance, his voice like a spring breeze brushing over a lake: "Isn't your body transparent as well?"

He raised his hand to point at the surroundings, "This is your Sea of Consciousness; you have always been here."

Qian Renxue was startled upon hearing this and hurriedly looked down at her hands.

Her small palms were crystal clear, and she could clearly see the scene beneath them. She looked at her feet and her body; they were all just as transparent.

"Ah—!" A short, sharp scream tore through her throat. Qian Renxue's small face instantly flushed red, and her eyes quickly filled with tears.

"Waaah... Xiao Xue is dead..." She pouted, and large, bean-sized tears rolled down, splashing into the sea of clouds beneath her feet and sending out ripples.

"Xiao Xue hasn't restored the prestige of Martial Soul Hall yet, hasn't gained her approval..."

"If Grandpa finds out I'm dead, he will be so sad..."

"Father is already gone, and now even I am gone..." She cried more and more sorrowfully, her small body trembling violently from her sobs.

"Cease." Chen Qingxuan flicked his finger, and a faint, imperceptible stream of air shot toward Qian Renxue.

The crying stopped abruptly. Qian Renxue was astonished to find that no matter how hard she tried, she could not make a sound, and her body felt as if it were bound by invisible shackles, unable to move.

She could only stare with wide, round eyes, looking at Chen Qingxuan in panic.

"You are not dead." Chen Qingxuan's voice remained calm, yet it carried a power that soothed the heart.

"You are currently in a soul state, which is why your body appears transparent. Your physical body is still alive and well." He raised his hand and waved it; a disc-shaped light mirror appeared out of thin air before Qian Renxue, revealing a clear image within.

It was exactly her, lying on her bed in her bedroom, surrounded by several spirit masters in various attires who were taking turns checking her body, the white light of healing spirit skills constantly falling upon her.

"Your body is fine; it is only because your soul is temporarily trapped within your Sea of Consciousness that your physical body cannot wake up." Chen Qingxuan looked at her. "Stop crying. Blink if you understand."

Qian Renxue stared blankly at herself in the mirror, then looked at Chen Qingxuan. Her long eyelashes blinked twice in rapid succession, and the fear in her eyes gradually faded, leaving only lingering confusion.

Chen Qingxuan snapped his fingers, and the feeling of restraint vanished instantly.

Qian Renxue moved her hands and feet, then tentatively opened her mouth. Only after confirming she could speak and move did she blink her wet, glistening eyes.

She stared at Chen Qingxuan with vigilance, her small body instinctively retreating half a step. "Big Brother, who exactly are you? How did you appear in my Sea of Consciousness?"

"Do not be nervous." Chen Qingxuan smiled faintly, a smile that softened the majesty surrounding him.

"My name is Chen Qingxuan, and I am an immortal. You may not understand what an 'immortal' is, but you can think of me as a powerful deity."

"A deity?" Qian Renxue's small mouth opened slightly, her round eyes widened to their limit, and her face was full of shock.

She had grown up in Martial Soul Hall and heard countless legends about deities, knowing they were existences that surpassed the pinnacle of spirit masters—a faith that was far out of reach.

Could this transparent Big Brother before her actually be a deity?

Watching her reaction, Chen Qingxuan continued, "However, I have fallen, and now only a remnant of my consciousness remains. It was your destiny that drew me from the void."

"I see that your destiny is extraordinary, and you are certainly no ordinary person. Would you be willing to take me as your master?"

"I shall impart to you the supreme immortal arts and help you transcend the boundaries of this world."

Qian Renxue's little head went blank instantly, as if it had been stuffed with a tangled mess.

An immortal? Supreme immortal arts?

She had never heard these terms before and could not understand them at all.

Grandfather had said that those who come uninvited are either thieves or villains.

Although this Big Brother looked good and had a very unique aura, what if he were a bad person?

Qian Renxue's heart pounded, and she instinctively took a few more steps back, widening the distance between them.

Seeing this, Chen Qingxuan sighed helplessly, his tone carrying a hint of self-mockery. "To think that even a little girl doesn't believe me; I really have fallen far."

His figure flickered, and he appeared instantly before Qian Renxue. Before she could react, he tapped his index finger on the center of her brow.

In an instant, countless bizarre and kaleidoscopic images flooded into Qian Renxue's mind.

She saw a child kneeling before a mountain gate, kowtowing three times to an old Daoist with a white beard, stepping into the path of martial arts from that day on.

She saw a youth sweating like rain on a training ground, shattering rocks with a single punch, cleaving a waterfall in two with a single sword strike, and wielding a long staff with such ferocity that the shadows of the staff looked like a forest.

She saw the dangers of the world, the deceit and treachery; amidst the flash of blades and shadows, some triumphed while others fell.

She saw cultivators flying through the air, stepping on swords, dueling in the clouds; their fists could shatter mountains, their feet could split the earth, and moving mountains or filling seas was but a single thought away.

She saw green-faced, fanged demon cultivators howling in the mountains, devouring living beings, and pale-as-paper ghost cultivators wandering through desolate graves at night, harvesting souls.

She saw gods descending upon the nine heavens and demons falling upon the earth, the war between gods and demons stirring up a storm of blood.

A peerless sword immortal swung his blade, a single cold light sweeping across nineteen continents.

Mountains collapsed, rivers changed their courses, forests turned to scorched earth, demon beasts wailed across the wilderness, and even vast nations were reduced to ash in an instant.

She also saw the stars shifting, the passage of time, and the seas turning into mulberry fields in the blink of an eye...

Qian Renxue stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded, her small mouth open wide enough to fit an egg, her mind completely blank.

She had never imagined that such inconceivable power existed in the world. Compared to this, the strength of Martial Soul Hall and the deterrence of Title Douluo seemed to become insignificant.

"These are part of my past memories." Chen Qingxuan withdrew his finger, his tone carrying the indifference of one who looks down upon all living things.

"I am not from this world. My world is far more powerful and far more magnificent than you can comprehend." He paused, as if wanting to say more, but was interrupted by Qian Renxue's actions.

"Master is above, please accept this disciple's bow!" Qian Renxue realized what was happening and, without a second thought, knelt down into the sea of clouds with a thud. Her small body bowed extremely low, her forehead striking the soft clouds with a dull sound.

Because of her bow, ripples spread through the Sea of Consciousness, and her golden hair spread out across the sea of clouds, looking particularly striking.

Chen Qingxuan raised his right hand, and a gentle force supported Qian Renxue's body, lifting her up softly. "Rise."

Qian Renxue stood up, looking up with her small face, her eyes no longer holding any vigilance, only deep reverence and longing.

She took two steps forward, closing the distance to Chen Qingxuan, and asked eagerly, "Yes, Master! Master, those... those abilities you just showed me, can you teach them to me?"

Chen Qingxuan looked at the light flickering in her eyes and nodded slightly. He flicked his finger, and a grain-sized ball of energy flew from his fingertip, carrying a faint golden light, and merged into the center of Qian Renxue's brow.

"Primordial Nirvana Sutra." Qian Renxue subconsciously recited the words, immediately feeling countless obscure and difficult characters appear in her mind.

She furrowed her brows, trying to understand one of the sentences: "Before heaven and earth were divided, there was one primordial breath. As the clear and the turbid interacted, all things were born. To draw energy into the body is not to seek its purity, but to embrace its complexity; to fuse the complex is to achieve the Primordial."

These characters were like a heavenly script; she recognized every single one, yet when strung together, she had no idea what they meant.

Qian Renxue looked up, her face full of confusion as she gazed at Chen Qingxuan. "Master, what is this that you have written? I cannot understand it."

"It was an oversight on my part," Chen Qingxuan said indifferently. "Your cultivation is too weak right now; to even catch a glimpse of the threshold of this Primordial Nirvana Sutra, you would need at least a millennium of effort."

"Then what should I do, Master?" Qian Renxue bit her lip in anxiety, her eyes filled with disappointment. Did she really have to wait a thousand years to learn those powerful skills? Could she even live for a thousand years?

"I will simplify it for you." No sooner had Chen Qingxuan finished speaking than the obscure scriptures in Qian Renxue's mind seemed to come alive, beginning to reorganize and transform.

The once awkward phrasing became easy to understand, and the complex circulation paths were broken down into simple meridians.

Those profound principles regarding "Primordial" and "Nirvana" were distilled into the most fundamental breathing techniques and arts of power circulation, clearly imprinted within her consciousness.