Dai Mubai Flees, Qian Renxue Fuses Divine Armor

Beside the Star Luo Emperor, a middle-aged man clad in armor bowed and asked, "Your Majesty, are you truly letting the Third Prince leave just like that?"

The Star Luo Emperor withdrew his gaze, his voice low and resonant: "You know the rules of our Star Luo Imperial family—the strong are respected, and in the end, only one can remain."

"Mubai's talent is superior to Weisi's, but Weisi is several years older and his cultivation is over ten levels higher; such a gap cannot be bridged in a short time."

"Letting him go out to gain experience is not necessarily a bad thing."

The middle-aged man—Duke Civet Zhu Chen—frowned slightly, but ultimately swallowed the second half of his thought: How can the resources of the outside world compare to the Imperial family? I fear the gap will only grow wider.

"Old Zhu, we have known each other for over fifty years; why are you still playing these games with me?" The Star Luo Emperor glanced at him, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Mubai's cultivation has surged recently, reaching level twenty. I have investigated in secret; his cultivation speed is even faster than those with so-called Innate Full Soul Power, yet he has delayed hunting soul beasts for his soul ring. Clearly, he is afraid of exposing his strength."

"And then there is your Zhuqing, who awakened her Martial Soul for no reason, and with Innate Full Soul Power at that."

He paused, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "They are betrothed and have both received opportunities; this is the chance for Star Luo to rise!"

"Go back and supervise Zhuqing well. Have her cultivate diligently, and once she reaches level twenty, find a way to send her out to find Mubai."

"Only through tempering can one truly become strong—above our heads, that Hall has always been pressing down on us, and I can barely breathe."

Zhu Chen felt a chill in his heart and bowed in response: "As you command, Your Majesty."

He felt helpless; this was Star Luo. Everything in the empire was within the Emperor's grasp, allowing for not even the slightest concealment.

He had originally hoped his gifted daughter, Zhuqing, could escape her fate, but now it seemed she would inevitably be drawn into this Imperial struggle.

The next morning, in a dense forest.

Dai Mubai leaned against a large tree, his face still somewhat pale—traveling all night had taken a significant toll on his body.

A middle-aged man in tight-fitting attire walked over and handed him a water flask: "Third Prince, have some water."

This man was Pang Tong, the former captain of the Star Luo Imperial Guard and a Soul Saint powerhouse.

Dai Mubai took the flask, drank, and looked up at Pang Tong: "Captain Pang, since you are willing to come with me, I will certainly not treat you poorly in the future."

"Once I can firmly suppress Dai Weisi and return to Star Luo to inherit the throne, you shall be the Commander of the Imperial Guard."

He had spent much effort and promised great rewards over the past half-month to win over this Soul Saint.

Pang Tong felt a stir in his heart.

Half a month ago, when the nine-year-old Third Prince found him and revealed level twenty soul power—with a foundation so solid it didn't look like it had been forced by drugs—he had been moved.

With such talent, as long as he was given time, surpassing the First Prince was inevitable.

Wealth and status are sought in danger; the temptation of being a founding contributor to a new reign was too great.

He had reported to the Emperor in secret and only dared to set out after receiving approval. He had resigned from his post and left enough money for his family.

The Emperor had also promised that as long as he looked after the Third Prince, he would receive a subsidy of three thousand Gold Soul Coins for his family every month, though the price was that his family could not leave the Star Luo Imperial City—a form of leverage.

"Your Highness, rest assured, this subordinate will do his utmost," Pang Tong bowed, his attitude respectful but not sycophantic.

Dai Mubai nodded and put away the flask: "Now, I need a soul ring, one of about fifteen hundred years."

Pang Tong was startled and frowned: "Third Prince, a fifteen-hundred-year soul ring can only be absorbed by a Soul Elder at the earliest. You are only level twenty..."

"I know my own body," Dai Mubai interrupted, his tone brook no argument.

"Fifteen hundred years, no less. Also, from now on, call me Young Master. In front of others, you are my attendant."

Pang Tong looked at his resolute eyes and recalled the physical constitution he had tested earlier, which far exceeded that of a soul master of the same level. Ultimately, he replied: "As you command, Young Master."

He chose to believe in this young prince; this was the wager he had placed on his future.

"Let's go, to the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest." Dai Mubai stood up and brushed the dust off his clothes.

"I am looking for a suitable White Tiger soul beast."

Martial Soul City, Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu held a tray, on which five soul bones were neatly arranged. Each emitted a gentle yet majestic holy aura, with faint angelic phantoms flickering over them.

"Senior, these are the inheritance soul bones of my Angel clan."

Chen Qingxuan's gaze fell upon the bones, and he nodded slightly: "Not bad."

He waved his hand, and an invisible force enveloped the five soul bones, causing them to hover in the air. Immediately, he looked at Qian Renxue and said indifferently: "Come out."

As his words fell, a gentle force overflowed from Qian Renxue's head, slowly peeling away a soul bone that also radiated a holy aura—it was the Angel Head Bone she had previously absorbed.

"Ah... Master, Xue'er feels a bit dizzy." With the skull bone separated, Qian Renxue felt a sharp pain in her mind. Her mental power plummeted instantly, dropping from the second heaven of the Spirit Refining Realm to the first, and her small face turned pale.

"Little Xue, are you alright?" Qian Daoliu hurriedly stepped forward to support her, asking with concern.

"It's nothing, just a bit dizzy," Qian Renxue shook her head, her voice tinged with weakness.

"This is a normal phenomenon after separating a skull bone; it will recover soon," Chen Qingxuan explained, his gaze remaining fixed on the hovering soul bones.

The six Angel soul bones rotated slowly around Chen Qingxuan, their holy auras intertwining to form a faint curtain of light.

After several breaths, a smile curled the corner of Chen Qingxuan's mouth: "So that is how it is. This Angel God is quite the talent."

He gave a light shout: "Merge!"

He clenched his palm abruptly, and the six soul bones, as if drawn by an invisible force, instantly pulled together and began to fuse rapidly.

Amidst the soft friction of bone, the edges of the soul bones gradually dissolved and reshaped. The six originally scattered soul bones actually began to coalesce into a complete set of battle armor—the armor was engraved with intricate angel patterns, radiating a heart-stopping, sacred pressure. It was none other than the Angel God Armor!

"This, this, this..." Qian Daoliu widened his eyes, watching this scene in disbelief.

He knew clearly that each of the six soul bones in the Angel Suit had an age of ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years.

Only after all of them were absorbed could they be guided by the power of a deity to complete the six-in-one fusion, advancing into Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones and finally condensing into the God Armor.

Yet now, this senior had directly fused unabsorbed soul bones into the God Armor; such a method was simply inconceivable!

"How beautiful!" Qian Renxue looked at the sacred battle armor, her eyes instantly lighting up, as if the dizziness from moments ago had been cast to the back of her mind.

"Go."

"Fuse." Chen Qingxuan raised a finger, and the Angel God Armor, as if summoned, shot toward Qian Renxue and instantly encased her body.

Immediately following, the God Armor began to dissolve rapidly, transforming into streams of golden light that surged into her body, binding tightly with her flesh and soul.

Qian Renxue only felt a scorching power surge into her limbs and bones, as if her entire body were burning. A faint golden halo rose upon her skin, and her small face flushed red from the intensity of this power.

"Master, I, I am..."

"Circulate your cultivation technique with all your might and refine the Angel God Armor." Chen Qingxuan's voice carried a trace of majesty. "Remember, you must refine it completely; do not leave any residue behind."

"Yes!" Qian Renxue nodded vigorously, quickly sitting cross-legged, closing her eyes, and circulating the Primordial Nirvana Sutra with all her strength.

The golden streams of light flowed rapidly within her, constantly scouring her meridians, bones, and soul, bit by bit integrating the power of the Angel God Armor into herself.

Qian Daoliu stood to the side, watching the sacred aura continuously rising from his granddaughter, his heart filled with shock.

With the help of this senior, Xiaoxue's future might truly be able to surpass the Angel God.

Chen Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calm as he watched Qian Renxue. Though the Angel God Armor was strong, it was merely a starting point.

What he intended to cultivate was not merely a disciple who would inherit the Angel God position, but a powerhouse capable of truly standing tall among the heavens.